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Bad Moon Rising: An Extra Chapter

A/N: Yes folks!! Here is an extra chapter of Bad Moon Rising and it has ABSOLUTELY NOTHING to do with the story!!! This is just dirty, nasty, filthy smut for a Valentine’s Day present to my one and only, my sugar plum, my duckie, the fire of my loins, my daddy, my everything, -John Mulaney vc- MY WIFE, @langdonsinferno!!!!!!!! A huge shoutout to @sojournmichael for proof reading this for me!! 

Do you need to have read the rest of BMR to get this? Absolutely not! Just know that Michael is a vampire, Jim’s a merman, and Duncan’s a werewolf. There is also an appearance of a certain goddess of love in here ;) 

word count: 4.8 k of pure fucking filth and some fluffy aftercare at the end

warnings:  Blood play, Wax play, Knife play, Impact play, Bondage, Pansexual Group Sex, Bi!Reader, Exhibitionism, Choking, Roleplay and consensual dub con, Degradation, Cum play, Crying kink, Breeding Kink if you squint, everyone getting dommed by Aphrodite, Knotting, and that’s about it!

tag list: @langdonsinferno, @ccodyfern, @americanhorrorstudies, @michael-langdon-owns-my-soul, @codyfernss, @sojournmichael, @langdonsoceaneyes, @lvngdvns, @wroteclassicaly, @michael-langdon-appreciation, @lovelykhaleesiii, @moonagecordelia, @tickled--pinkmoodpoisoning, and @roxytheimmortal

 The whole thing was Duncan's idea. Jim seemed on board for it, Michael seemed hesitant, and it was a chore and a half to convince her to leave for a weekend. 

"But I need to keep the boat running! I need to keep selling!" 

"Darling, you know money is no object for me. Come on, come to Seattle and spend the weekend with us. There's a party that I think you'll really enjoy. There's an old friend that really wants to meet you." 

So eventually, she agreed, but the curiosity as to who this old friend was was definitely a huge motivation. With Duncan's past and him being what he is, this friend could literally be anything and one. It was exciting. 

Now, what this party was was something that she felt like she shouldn't be surprised, yet she still is. A sex party. Of course this is what Duncan convinced everyone to go to. He had also convinced you to have some one on one with this friend, that he swore it would be worth every moment, and that she could finally explore that kink of her's. You know, the roleplay of not wanting it and then caving in and having your world rocked? Yeah, now was the time to explore that for her. 

She was by herself, the boys leaving her for her fantasy. Everyone was wearing masks and it was slightly disorientating, but there was a certain eroticism to it. The anonymity. She was sipping down a glass of a champagne, trying to calm her nerves when she saw it. A flash of a ruby bracelet dangling off a woman's wrist. That was the sign, that was the friend. Her stomach twisted in knots. 

Her eyes scanned from the bracelet up the arm and to the rest of the woman. Her jaw dropped. She was ... possibly the most beautiful woman she had ever seen. She was tall, her long, thick, graceful legs carried her with an inhuman elegance. Her curves were impossibly exaggerated, and while most of her face was obscured, she could see the most attractive and full lips pouting from under the mask. Blonde hair curled like water down her back, framing her features perfectly. She made her way towards her. 

She gulped as the other woman took a seat besides her. "What's a pretty little thing doing here by yourself?" 

It was harrowing. She was tongue tied looking at this woman. "I- I- uh, I'm not alone. My boyfriends are here." 

Her eyes quirked, as if she didn't know that, "Oh? Boyfriends? Managed to wrangle yourself multiple? That's impressive, but I have to ask, no girlfriend or girlfriends?" 

She shook her head and the other leaned in, "Would you like one?" 

Her mind went blank. She knew what Duncan had planned, she was all on board for this kink, but how in the world wide fuck was she supposed to act like she didn't want this. "I don't think they'd appreciate it if I hooked up with someone behind their back," she managed to choke out. 

The other just let out a small tsk. "Honey, I don't see them anywhere," the other's hand fell to her knee, "Plus, there's so many people here, I don't think they'd even catch us." 

This woman's voice was like honey dripping on her ears and she was already getting light headed with arousal. "I still feel wrong ab-" she was cut off as the other's hand started trailing up her leg, and just for the sake of the game, she clamped her legs shut around her hand. 

"Oh sweet girl, maybe I can convince you otherwise," the other smiled sweetly. She flipped up the long part of her asymmetrical skirt to loosen something. The other woman was pulling an elegant knife to hold hold against her throat in a loose short of threat. "How does this work?" 

All she could do was open her legs for the other's hand to work her way up to tease her bare core.

"Hmmm, acting all innocent while at a party like this, and not wearing any panties." The other leaned to press her against the couch, "You can drop the act, little girl. We all know what type of slut you are." 

Her folds were already wet, and the other had no problem slipping two fingers into her, curling them expertly to hit that spot inside of her. 

"You let three men fuck you all at once, and not just human males, but two hot blooded creatures who half the time just want to fill your empty womb with their seed, and the other just wants to drain you of all your blood. Tell me, how does it feel to have one stretching your cunt, and your ass, and your throat all at once?" The other's fingers were working her even harder, building a rhythm of fucking, then just curling, massaging her g-spot. Her brain short circuited for a moment. 

Then, the other's fingers were pulling out of her, the knife was pressed against her throat harder, and a sharp pain emanated when the other's hand came to slap down on her pussy. "I asked you a question, slut." 

A gasp escaped her throat, god this was everything she could ever ask for. "It's so much," she panted out, "It hurts, but the stretch is so good, they use me up, sometimes by the end of it, I'm crying, but they're always so sweet after we're done." 

The other's hand resumed her rhythm and the knife was lowered slightly. "That's a good little slut. Letting others use you for their pleasure past the point of it hurting you." The other's thumb started rubbing circles on her clit, making her back arch, her breathing turning into pants. 

"I've barely even touched you and you're already a mewling mess, no wonder how you managed to capture the attention of all those beasts." The other's knife dragged down her skin, leaving a trail of irritated skin in its wake. When the blade got to the fabric, with a simple flick of the other's wrist, it was shredding the fabric of her dress. This is when she became intimately aware of the other people watching them, clearly enraptured with such a display. She was naked for their eyes, and there was nothing she could do about it. 

It was too much, too much the hand working what felt like literal magic on her and the eyes devouring her helpless frame, offering no help and just watching her be taken by this woman, all happening at once, and without much warning, a hurried and small orgasm wracked her body. It took her by surprise, but she knew there was going to be a punishment from this woman. 

The other woman let out an amused hum, but she could see the anger in her eyes. "Did you just cum without permission, little slut?" All she could answer with was a weak nod. 

She felt herself get yanked onto the other's lap and flipped around, ass up in the air across the other's lap. The other took the ruined scraps of her dress and ripped long strips off as to tie her arms behind her back. The restraints started at her wrists and went up the entire length of her forearms, keeping her totally bound. "So, this little slut thinks she can just take any orgasm she wants? Like her body doesn't belong to any higher being than her lowly little human self? Hmm? You're a human fuck toy for us to play with, don't forget it." She ran her hand down the flesh of her ass as if deciding something, "Count for every hit, and you will thank me after every two hits." 

Great, something that required thinking. This woman definitely knew what she was doing. She knew how to play the game. 

The first hit was a jolt to her system, but she managed to squeak out a one, and when the next, a breathy, "Two. Thank you." Came out. Okay, all she had to do was keep that in mind. With the even numbers, say thank you. Slick was already gathering at the apex of her thighs, but it was starting to creep down, the slick creating thin lines when her legs separated in response to the hits. Her cunt was practically begging to be touched at this point. 

Fifteen. Fifteen smacks to each side of her ass, and she was shaking at this point. If there was one more hit, she might have cum on the other's legs right there. It hurt to move, but the other woman was rubbing soothing circles into her skin. A hum escaped the other's mouth. "No wonder why they're all falling over you. You take everything one is willing to give you, and you still practically beg for more, pain or pleasure. Here, little one." The other  was a bit softer now as her hands pushed her forward, face down and ass up, and off of her lap. 

The other splayed her open and her tongue dug in, tantalizing licks to her outer lips before working her way in. Teasing licks to her clit, swipes over her entrance before lips wrapped around her clit, sucking with just the right pressure to make her see stars. She was practically screaming into the couch cushions, giving the others quite a show. 

Something, seemed familiar though? The technique? The way her lips and tongue worked against her felt familiar. It dawned on the human. It was the same technique that Michael and Duncan used anytime they went down on her. The same moves that made her forget her own name, the ones that drove her over the edge again and again, but somehow better. Inhuman. Even more so than her two lovers. It clicked. They both learned from the same woman, the one only one that made sense that she could fuck someone better than them. It was Aphrodite. The Goddess of Love was currently working her cunt and she knew that she wasn't going to last long. 

"Oh god, Aphrodite, I'm going to cum," she moaned loudly, and the goddess grinned. 

"Look at you, little girl," she teased as she spoken against her cunt, sending small shock waves through her body. "How clever of you, to figure out who I am. For that, you get to cum." Her mouth went back to working her core, making delicious moans fall out of the human, not caring who saw her at this point. The whole room was looking at her, and she cautioned a glance, seeing how many people were touching themselves at the sight of her. It was enough that she was spasming against Aphrodite's mouth, earning a smirk from her. 

The girl was exhausted now, but Aphrodite didn't care about that. The night was young, and she still had much to experience. The goddess rose, sheathing her expensive knife, and easily picked her up, throwing her over her shoulder, and strolling casually to one of the rooms. She was tired, and with her arms bound, there wasn't much for her to do but to accept this. She looked like some spoils of war that Aphrodite was taking just to ravish her more in private. 

She was tossed on the bed and Aphrodite smiled down at her, brushing her hair out of her face. "Oh you pretty little thing. What did those idiots do to deserve you?" 

She was pulling her dress off now, and the sight was nearly blinding with how perfect she was. Thick thighs, luscious curves, she smooth skin. It made her shrink a little in her spot on the bed. Aphrodite noticed his and there was a soft smile on her lips. 

"My darling," she purred as she got on the bed and crawled up the length of her body, "You are perfect the way you are. If I wasn't enraptured with your beauty," Aphrodite stroked her cheek softly, "I wouldn't have been begging for an audience with you. Never doubt your beauty." Their lips met in a soft moment, her lips being the softest things she had ever felt in her life. She was weak and she needed more. 

Aphrodite giggled as the girl nipped her lips. "Oh, darling, there is plenty of time to get rough tonight, take your time." She kissed the other's neck slowly, letting the heat sink into the other. Her lips were soft, so soft, it felt like clouds were caressing her neck, before teeth came came down suddenly on the sensitive skin. She kissed her way up to murmur in her ear, "It's all about the contrast." 

With that, the goddess continued to move up the bed until she placed a thigh on with side of her face, the goddess's divine cunt just mere inches above her face. "Now, you be a good little slut for me, and make mommy cum. How well you do now effects how much you get treated later when your other lovers come to visit us." With that, Aphrodite lowered herself down on her face. 

Her tongue immediately starts going to work, emulating what she's learned from Michael, Duncan, and the goddess currently riding her face. She earns a pleased moan. "That's it, what a perfect little slut you are. You've been paying attention." She starts sucking on Aphrodite's clit and she can feel the goddess start to back against her face. 

She gets lost in the sensation, just licking and sucking. Her lover tastes as divine as one would expect her to. The only thing that matters to her right now is to keep the woman above her moaning as sweetly as she is. Feeling the thick fingers tease at her entrance makes her jump, and she can hear Duncan's laughter. 

"Your lover's mouth is completely wasted on your cocks," Aphrodite pants out, a teasing grin on her face. 

"Well, you've never had your cock down her throat so I think we can just agree to disagree there, darling," Duncan muses before meeting her mouth in a passionate kiss. There are hands over the girl's skin and soft kisses trailing down her thighs. Michael. 

Duncan's lips moved down to take one of Aphrodite's nipples into his mouth. She moaned loudly before she looked at the fourth member of this relationship. "And you must be Jim, come here darling," she moaned as Duncan bit her, "Let me get a look at you." 

The look quickly turned into a heated kiss. She started sucking on Aphrodite's clit, feeling how close her body was to cumming. Suddenly, Michael bit down into her thigh to drink from her femoral artery. She groaned harshly into the goddess's cunt, being the final thing that she needed to push her over. She was grinding her hips into her face, riding out her orgasm. 

Michael was content, taking large gulps in time with her heart beat. Her hands released from Aphrodite's hips and went to Michael's hair to pull him closer. There was something terribly erotic about having Michael feed from her. His mouth finally released from her leg when she was starting to get light headed. 

Before he could even lick his lips, Aphrodite was pulling him into a kiss. She moaned at the taste of blood on his tongue. The blood smeared as their lips worked together, taking time to relish in the taste on both of their mouths. Their tongues worked in a lazy battle of dominance, neither one caring in particular who came out on top. 

When they broke apart, they both licked their lips. 

"Oh, my sweet," Aphrodite spoke to her, "Every single part of you is absolutely delicious. I'm surprised you aren't one of my creations." That earned a bright red blush. 

Jim was laying by her side, pulling her into a kiss before she could react. She smiled and melted into the kiss, allowing Jim to pull her on top of him. Her hips started grinding into him, and he pulled down the briefs that were keeping him modest, already ridged and ready for her. There was no need for any foreplay by now. 

She hurried to sink herself on Jim's cock, both of them groaning at the slow motion. It wasn't long though, before Jim was snapping his hips up and she was meeting every single thrust, both of them letting their moans drip deliciously from their mouths. 

Aphrodite sighed, watching the pair of lovers, "Isn't it just beautiful?" She mused. 

"I could think of a few other beautiful things that we could do," Duncan murmured, leaning in for a kiss. 

She stopped him with a hand on her throat. "Did I say you could touch me, Wolf Pup?" She squeezed slightly and as her eyes turned to him to see him melting at the contact. She squeezed harder. 

"What do you think, Kitten?" her eyes shifted to Michael, "I ride him until he sees stars and you fuck that pretty little mouth of his since he's so fond of running it?" 

Michael smiled, "I think that sounds like a fantastic idea, Goddess." 

She smiled as she pushed Duncan down to the mattress. Michael took his position straddling his shoulders and yanking on his hair so his mouth was right against his cock, and as much as Duncan hated being in this position, he was gladly taking Michael's cock, lavishing the hand with languid licks while looking up through his lashes at Michael. It was such a beautiful sight, but Michael wanted to see tears falling from his eyes. He pulled Duncan's head forward roughly, and he gladly took Michael's length, cheeks hollowing out as he sucked and bobbed his head up and down the length. He moaned loudly feeling Aphrodite mounting him. She wasted no time, bouncing up and down on his cock. Jim couldn't help but watch the sight as the human girl kissed on his neck. 

It was cute to watch Duncan work his mouth over him, but Michael definitely needed more. He started thrusting into his mouth, making him moan and then gag as Michael hit the back of this throat, but he didn't care. He pushed right past Duncan's gag reflex and to his throat. Tears were forming in the corners of his eyes, from the brutal fucking of his throat and the fast pace that Aphrodite was taking, but he didn't break eye contact with Michael, letting him see the fucked out expression on his face.

"You're such a pretty bitch, Duncan." Michael gloated, earning a whine from the other man, making Michael moan as it reverberated around his cock. Aphrodite was panting, always loving the feeling of Duncan stretching her. He was such an exceptional fit for her. 

The tears spilt over and were running down Duncan's cheeks now, and that's all it took for Michael to cum down his throat, leaving Duncan no other option but to swallow it all up. Michael pulled out of his mouth with a pop and leaned down, licking the tears off of Duncan's face, groaning at the salty taste. 

Michael got off of him to turn his attention to the other two.

Duncan looked at Aphrodite, and she smirked, feeling a certain part of him starting to expand. "My my, Duncan. Are trying to knot me because it's close to your rut or is it just being in my presence?" She taunted him, she knew the answer. Being in her presence brought out the most animalistic aspects of people out. Evidence being the way Duncan's cock was swelling even though he was definitely too far out from his rut for that or by the way Jim just bit at the human's collar bone with his sharp teeth, drawing blood and Michael was immediately latching on to drink from the wound. 

An idea came to her mind, "Has Y/N taken your knot?" and he shook his head. 

She grabbed his cock just at the top of his knot and she lifted herself off, making me cry out in frustration. "Save it for your little human slut. I want to see her take her first knot. I want you to fill up her pretty little womb. See if you can make it swell." All he could do was whine in agreement, just the thought of that had his cock twitching dangerously close. 

Jim was almost done with her now, he had her on her back now as his hips pistoned in and out of her, Michael as still sucking on her collarbone and his hand was in between the two, rubbing circles on her clit. With a desperate shout, she came undone, her pussy tightening around Jim's length, milking his release. 

They were panting, but Aphrodite gently pulled Jim from her, she had plans for this little girl. Her head lowered between her legs, tongue tasting her used pussy and Jim's cum, making the other call out loudly, still being so sensitive. She collected as much of the merman's essence on her tongue as she could and she crawled up to the other's mouth. 

The men all stared, enraptured as Aphrodite slipped Jim's cum into her mouth, their tongues tangled together, the cum being shared between them. She moaned deeply, tasting Aphrodite, herself, her blood, and Jim all in one. The sticky cum lubricated their kiss and some ran down both of their chins. Aphrodite broke the kiss and a thin string of the cum kept them connect as they both looked over at the boys, all of them staring with wide open mouths. 

Aphrodite crawled behind her and got herself situated at the headboard of the bed and pulled the girl against her by her neck, letting her grip tighten a bit, letting her know this wasn't an option, between her legs. Her back was flushed against the goddess's chest and the goddess used her legs to spread the other's keeping them trapped open with an iron like hold over her. She whined, she was so sensitive, but with her arms still bound behind her back, there wasn't much that she could do. 

"Duncan, dear. Come here. You know what I want you to do," the goddess hummed, and she was getting a little nervous at the words, but Aphrodite just stroked her hair, "It'll be okay, little one. You'll be cumming harder than you ever had. Just relax." 

Jim and Michael realized that they were own their own for this, which they quickly were on each other, wrestling with each other. Being in the goddess's presence had awoken something in Jim, easily pinning Michael to the bed as his teeth were pressing on Michael's throat, threatening damage if Michael moved too much. Michael relaxed into his hold and Jim gingerly let his throat go. This was not the same Jim that Michael was used to and he found himself spreading his legs for him. 

Duncan had crawled up her length, pressing kisses into her neck as he pulled her down just a bit to get a better angle to fuck her in. Aphrodite leaned over to the bedside table to pick up one of the candles lighting the room. With an amused sigh, she poured some of the hot wax that had collected down Duncan's back, right as he was preparing to enter the other, making him gasp and his hips to jet forward, taking her much rougher than he had intended to, but it just earned a languid moan from the girl. 

The little break gave Duncan a chance to relax, to collect himself a bit, but he was quickly snapping his hips into her, not giving her a moment to breathe. Aphrodite poured some of the wax down her chest, watching the girl twist in agony and pleasure. She poured a bit of the wax on each of her nipples, relishing in the high pitched squeals she let out. Then the goddess was rolling each one to watch the wax crack as soon as it was dry. 

With each administration from Aphrodite, her cunt was clentching down on Duncan, and he had no idea how long he could last. He looked over once he felt a hand hit his arm and then grab onto him. Michael had his ass up, head tossed back as Jim rutted into him. Jim had his teeth sunk into Michael's flesh, deep black blood running down his chest onto the blanket. He was holding onto Duncan for a life line, something to keep him grounded in reality. It just served to make Duncan harder, his knot starting to inflate. 

She tensed underneath him, not sure what that sensation is. "Just relax," Aphrodite cooed as a hand came down to rub her clit. 

Duncan growled loudly, and it wasn't just a normal growl, it was deep and animalistic, the sound that came from his throat when he was in wolf form. Her anxiety sky rocketed and she felt his sharp, inhuman teeth, nip at her neck, a warning to stay in the same place. It was like both Jim and Duncan were feeling symptoms of their ruts in the presence of the goddess, and Aphrodite was absolutely delighted. 

The knot was starting to catch, and Duncan's pants and thrusts were becoming erratic. It hurt, but it was making her toes curl. "That's it baby girl," Aphrodite cooed, "Take his knot. Take all of his cum. Let him fill that pretty cunt of yours, and if any luck, he'll even be filling your womb." 

Shock filled her system and she was about to say something, his knot? What the hell was she talking about? What did that mean? 

Then she felt it. He thrusted into her with one last loud growl into her ear and she felt what was catching on her entrance pushing into her, expanding painfully. It hurt, but the stimulation had her head reeling. Aphrodite slapped her clit, harshly for good measure, and she was screaming and spasming around Duncan's knot, though there was barely any room for her cunt to even twitch. It was blissful agony. Tears sprung to her eyes, but Aphrodite was quick to kiss them away. There was the dull ache between her legs as she felt his cock twitching, releasing torrents of cum into her. This was more than she was ever used to from him. She whimpered. 

"It's okay darling, just accept it," Aphrodite cooed as she massaged her breast, making her keen at the feeling. Duncan was panting heavily, resting his body weight against the two women, but he left lazy and soft kisses on her skin. She whimpered with every moment from him, so he made a conscious effort not to move his hips at all. 

The sound of Michael and Jim groaning loudly caught all of their attention as both of them came. Michael collapsed in a pool of his own cum, but he could hardly care. All of them had blown pupils and they were all slowly trying to recover. Jim got off of Michael, the both of them groaning again, softly this time. 

They both scooted up to lay closer to the other three. Michael studied how they were laying, confused for a moment before it clicked. "Jesus Christ, Duncan, did you knot her?" He asked, a little perturbed, many concerned with her safety and comfort. 

Aphrodite smiled softly, "Oh Michael, you are so protective," she stroked his cheek and he softened a little, "I told him to do it. I know she could take it. Couldn't you, darling?" She asked softly. "I couldn't help myself, I wanted to see her take a knot for the first time." 

She nodded in response. 

"How are you feeling?" Jim asked as he laid his head on top of Michael's arm so he could watch everything happening. 

"Really full," she groaned with a bit a laugh, and everyone either smiled or chuckled. 

Duncan gently kissed her on the lips, "You sweet girl," he murmured, "You took all of me." His voice reflected his wonder at this girl. 

"You have quite the amazing lover here, boys," Aphrodite smiled as she started playing with her hair. 

The pressure was starting to lessen and with a light tug, Duncan pulled free with a pop, making her moan as she felt a flood of cum fall from her. The other's eyed her hungrily, but they all kept themselves back, knowing she needed time to recover. 

Duncan climbed off of her and let the two women join Michael and Jim before he took up his position behind Aphrodite, holding her close. Aphrodite easily ripped the fabric that was still holding her arms back. She was snuggled safely between Michael and Aphrodite, she felt both Jim and Duncan's hands coming to her, caressing her gently. Jim nuzzled his face into Michael's neck and he sighed happily. With these sweaty and hot bodies, for a moment, just a moment, he could pretend he shared their warmth. 

"Well, I suggest we all rest up," Aphrodite gave the human woman a playful smirk, "Before round two."

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It’s a match!

Summary: You meet Duncan on a dating app and the two of you decide to go out for dinner together. Warning: this contains smut! :)

From the writer: Hey guys, this is the first-ever fic I’ve written about Duncan from House of Cards! I really like this and I hope you do as well. If you enjoyed this, all likes and reblogs are appreciated + check out more fics I’ve written on my masterlist!

Word count: 2,425

Left, left, left, right, left, right, right— it’s a match! A cute man named Duncan with brown hair and blue eyes. He lives in the city, not too far from your home in Alexandria. He’s a politician, or at least claims to be on his profile; he’s looking for a relationship but would also like to have fun and see where this dating app takes him. Perfect, you think. Before you could even send ‘hi,’ a message from Duncan comes through. He is wondering if you would like to meet up for dinner sometime this week and even offers to pick you up. You reply back, saying you would love to meet up with him although you live out of his way, so he shouldn’t bother to pick you up. Also, you don’t really like it when you get picked up on the first date. If your date is annoying, weird, or boring you never like to stick around— a friend is always willing to fake an emergency call for you to give you an out.

The time agreed for dinner was tonight at seven-thirty. There’s a Capital Grille downtown, and Duncan offers to call and make a reservation. While everything is falling into place for tonight, your mind wanders to what you should wear. Thankfully, you take Fridays off of work, so you’re not going to be bombarded with patients or meetings today. It’s very important, first impressions— you wouldn’t want to look tired or worn-out like after a long day of work. After circling around your walk-in closet a couple times, you decide on a black jumpsuit with a v-neck and a halter-style neckline. The legs are wide-cut and there’s a thin band of rhinestones around the entire waist. A matching pair of black, open-toed Louboutin heels tie the look together nicely.

Slowly, you make your way down the stairs to your underground garage. Whoever built this house initially went all-out— big columns surrounding the entire house complete with first and second-floor wraparound porches. A garage aboveground wouldn’t go with the aesthetic of this Antebellum South style mansion. Sometimes, it’s difficult to pick your car of the day, but today is not one of those days. Between your Mercedes S550, Porsche 911 Carrera S Cabriolet, Audi S3, and the Rolls-Royce Phantom, the Porsche takes the cake for tonight. The weather is nice tonight, you could let the top down and cruise up the highway for your short ride to D.C. Plus, the black exterior with black detailing, then red from the mechanical details behind the wheels matches your outfit perfectly.

Eventually, you find your way to the Capital Grille downtown. It’s already dark outside, but you manage to spot the valet horseshoe just in time before missing the turn completely. You exchange your keys for a valet ticket, then walk through the door held for you by the hosts. As you look up to see if your date has arrived, you spot Duncan at a booth near the side of the restaurant. You walk over and he stands to greet you, offering a small hug before the both of you sit.

“So, Ms. (y/l/n),” he says, but you cut him off before he could continue.

“Dr. (y/l/n),” you say with a smile, raising your glass of ice water to your lips to take a small sip. Duncan quickly apologizes and corrects himself, giving a warm smile back in return; he mentally kicks himself for not remembering after reading your profile. Duncan goes on and says he’s wondering about your hobbies, but could see why you might not have many as caring for patients takes up a large chunk of time. It wouldn’t be so bad if you were only a dermatologist, you go on, but you also run a successful clinical trial research lab in your office as well. Having to continually monitor patients is a huge time-suck.

“What do you do, Duncan?” you ask, glancing up to meet his brilliant blue eyes. He explains that he is a politician and many of his family members are prominent people around the city as well. Sure, you think you’ve seen Duncan in an interview or read about him in an article or two, you recall. After making small talk about each other’s careers for a bit longer, you begin to delve into what intrigued you about the other. What ‘made you swipe,’ per se. For you, Duncan seemed nice and cute as well as successful from what he described in his profile. You look for men with a similar drive and ambition as you or else you may get bored, you say. Similarly, Duncan says he was attracted to your success and ambition in your field of work. He even remarks that he has visited your practice before, but seen your nurse practitioner rather than you. As you continue to chat with Duncan, you begin to wonder if he would ride back home with you. Sure, he may be looking for a relationship, but you’re not sure you’d like to spend time getting to know this man if he’s a not a good fuck. There’s plenty of cuter, more successful men in D.C. for you to spend your time on if Duncan can’t make it happen. Sometimes, nice guys are nice because they need to compensate for something.

“So, did you drive here?” you ask, gliding your finger across the top of your water glass in circles.

“Oh, no, I Ubered in case we wanted to get a bottle of wine,” he says.

Perfect, you think. You could offer Duncan a ride back to his place or offer him a ride to your place. How could he resist at that point? After dinner has come to an end, you and Duncan make your way out to the valet horseshoe again. He holds the door for you and offers to wait with you while your car is being pulled up.

“I could give you a ride home,” you say with a smile. He initially declines, but then graciously accepts your offer when he opens the Uber app and finds that no rides are available near him. A loud, high-pitched whirring noise fills the alcove, and you could tell your car close. The turbo engine causes the noise to be more high-pitched than a regular engine as the turbines spin ten times faster than a regular engine would allow. You step forward and hand the valet boy your ticket from where the top would be if it was up.

“This is you?” Duncan says, raising his eyebrows and smiling. You make your way to the driver’s side door— the valet boy left it open for you, then closes it behind you as you tuck your feet inside. Duncan opens the passenger side door and climbs in. As soon as you pull out from the restaurant’s front and stop to turn on the road, you begin to speak.

“Why don’t you come home with me?” you ask, turning on your turn signal to indicate the right turn you’re about to make. There’s a line of cars passing by for now, so you turn to Duncan in anticipation of his response. There is not much hesitation before he nods his head yes and a smile curls around his face.

To no surprise on Duncan’s end, he is now pulling up towards an amazing home. What really gets him is the underground garage. What a nice touch, he thinks to himself. He knows for sure she’ll never be after his money— perhaps he’s going for hers at this point. Although that may be a joke with himself, for now, he knows that the car he’s currently sitting in is half a year’s salary at his job now. For the current object of his attention, this is just frivolous spending money. For her, a quarter-million dollars is nothing, especially in a garage with three more amazing, beautiful cars. All cars are shiny black— each with stunning, custom details.

You press a button near the rearview mirror and the garage begins to close. The trip up the stairs to the first floor of your house is longer than you would like it to be, especially with Duncan on your mind. He stands behind you on the stairs, as a gentleman should— ready to catch the lady if she slips or tumbles. Once you’ve made it upstairs, you don’t bother walking all the way to your room, you sit down on the couch in your living room. Duncan soon follows, sitting right next to you, resting his hand on your thigh. As he leans in for a kiss, you surge forward to meet his lips. His scruffy facial hair tickles your face, but you pull away from his lips as it begins to scratch. Men with facial hair are amazing, but you prefer it to be a little longer so it could be smoother rather than prickly. Nothing against Duncan himself so far, though— amazing kisser, that man. His hands move from your shoulders down to your waist, and he attempts to tug your jumpsuit up, probably thinking it’s a shirt.

“Oh, I got that,” you say, reaching behind you to unzip the zipper from the back of your outfit. As the zipper becomes undone, the neckline to your outfit loosens and a sleeve begins to fall from your shoulder. Duncan unbuttons his own shirt and allows that to fall to the floor, then peels off his undershirt and throws it across the room. You let your sleeves slip all the way down your arms, then off your fingertips until the top of your jumpsuit pools at your waist, leaving you sitting on the couch in your bra and pants. Kicking off your shoes, you pull your jumpsuit down further so you would only be in your bra and underwear. After seeing this, Duncan makes haste to unbuckle his pants and belt, then casts those to the side as well. Clearly, he was excited to be here as there is a prominent bulge present in his boxers, straining against the thin fabric. Duncan’s soft hands meet your unclothed waist— this gives you the chills as be begins to kiss you again, scruffy facial hair and all. Now, you’re beginning to feel a growing sense of urgency pool between your legs, and you’re eager to explore what Duncan has to offer.

“Why don’t we move this to the bedroom?” he asks after breaking his string of kisses. You agree and stand up to lead Duncan to your bedroom. After arriving at the master suite, it doesn’t take long for both of you to climb on the bed. Duncan’s beneath you as you lay on top of him, legs straddled above his waist, brushing over his solid erection. Your lips are still crashing together, but your mouth grows wider with every kiss, accepting more of Duncan with every movement. One of his hands travel to your back while the other begins to massage one of your breasts, then you feel your bra unhook and fall in front of you. Duncan catches it with the hand that was occupied with your breast, then he throws it off the bed. After this, you reach to tug down your underwear, then cast it aside like your bra. Duncan’s erection springs up from his boxers, and it’s a clear sign of relief when he is freed from the confines of his tight underwear. After exchanging a few more passionate kisses, you reach for his long, thick member and line it up with your entrance. He lets out a few small groans as you touch him. As you begin to sink down on him, he bucks his hips up and thrusts himself further in, yet you’re not all the way adjusted to how he feels in you. As you rock your hips over him a few times, the feeling of him stretching your walls all the way begins to sink in— there’s not a space inside untouched by Duncan, you’re completely full. You shift back and forth on him, causing the pressure due to him being more and less present in alternating sides inside you. The most pleasure comes from moving your hips forward, having him press back inside you near your most sensitive areas. After a few more minutes of this, Duncan leans forward and tells you to lay down.

He’s now between your thighs with your legs wrapped around his waist, ankles crossing behind him. Now, he’s pounding into you, skin hardly slapping against skin. For a while, it was a dull sensation— but, time after time, it’s now biting and harsh every time he smacks himself against you, balls slapping against your wet heat repeatedly for the past few minutes now. You could tell where he was inside of you by tracking where the significantly thicker head was from the rest of his cock, the suction caused by this letting a lewd popping sound release through the air every time he pulls completely out and then re-enters. Duncan then decided to place a pillow under your hips, allowing for him to angle down inside you to hit your sweet spot. Not long after this, you feel your orgasm is near. Tightening your grip on Duncan with your legs, you begin to rock your hips in sync with every thrust he makes, chasing your own pleasure. As his movements become somewhat erratic and varying from his usual thrust force, he either shifts slightly or slams even harder into you. After a few deep breaths and hard thrusts, Duncan releases himself inside you, pushing himself even deeper inside, almost brushing your cervix. Following this, your orgasm washes over you, clenching around his cock and drawing his warmth even deeper inside you. Muscle contractions move up his cock, squeezing him for anything he has left.

Slowly, Duncan exits you, followed by a trail of his cum leaking from your entrance. He looks down and licks his lips at the sight of you laying down in front of him, full of him.

“You’re staying over,” you say, no room to interpret that as a question due to your commanding tone.

“I couldn’t leave if I wanted to, baby, you’re my ride home,” he says, laying down next to you and smiling.

“I don’t want to, though. You actually don’t have to take me back to my place at all.”

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First Burn

A/N: So like I know this was NOT on my schedule at ALL but this song came on shuffle and I was inspired so enjoy this absolute pain. Listen to this song for an extra dose of pain. If you know Hamilton, then you know what’s about to go down. 

Warnings: Angst, cheating, mentions of a marriage ending with kids, drinking when upset, but that’s about it

Word Count: 3 K

Tag List: @langdonsinferno, @americanhorrorstudies, @ccodyfern, @michael-langdon-owns-my-soul, @codyfernss

If you knew what today would bring you, you would have stayed in bed all day long, maybe for the rest of your life. It started as any typical Monday, breaking the illusion of free time the weekend brought was always the hardest, but feeling your husband squeeze you tight made you smile. Duncan kissed your neck and you cuddled into him further. 

"I don't want to get up," you mumbled. 

"Then stay in bed, dear. Take the day off, you deserve it." 

You sighed as he finally opened your eyes and looked up at the ceiling. "You know I can't do that. Neither can you, Mr. Secretary of Treasury." You poked his stomach and he let out a little chuckle though it didn't sound as lively as he usually was. You went to roll out of bed, but he caught you, holding you in bed. 

"What?" You chuckled. 

"Just know that I love you." 

Your brow creased. Duncan looked more serious than you've seen him in awhile. "Yeah, you weirdo, I know that." 

He leaned up to kiss you. Something sweet and sleepy, but full of love and passion. With that, the both of you got up and got ready for the day. Both of you in suits, and he was staring off into space rather than eat his breakfast when your nanny, Elise, showed up for the morning. You sighed in relief and handed her one of the twins. 

"Thank you, Jack is so fussy this morning and I don't know why," you complained and she smiled.

"Babies have their moods just like adults."

They were your first borns, and this woman made a living rearing children, so you believed her. 

"Seems to be Jack's not the only one in a mood," she remarked about Duncan, who seemed to be lost in his thoughts. 

"Like father, like son I guess," you chuckled, though you were worried about your husband, but you trusted him to come talk to you when he was ready. You figured it had to do with those nasty rumors flying around about Duncan abusing the power of his position. You knew that was crazy talk. He'd never, but already having stared prison down the barrel once, you didn't blame his aversion to these types of rumors. 

He got up, without touching his breakfast and kissed Jack and Eva goodbye before giving you one last kiss and hug. The kiss seemed to last forever and once he pulled away, you gave him a smile, but worried was plain as day on your face. 

"I love you," he whispered. 

"I know you do," you smiled a little more genuinely. That was your little way that you said I love you back, but it also said that he could relax, things weren't as horrible as he thought they were. 

He left for the day, and you finished getting ready as Elise got the children settled down. 

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You entered the boardroom on your floor. There was a case that you and your team were meeting for. You saw everyone glued to the T.V. as you walked in, sipping your thermos of coffee. 

"Come on folks," you didn't even look to the screen, you were tossing your jacket on a chair and setting your briefcase down, "I've got partner to make at this god-forsaken law firm, and I'll be damned if Dale makes it before I do." 

"Umm, Mrs. Shepard," one of your interns spoke, "You should watch this." She turned up the volume, and you looked up. 

Shock flooded your system seeing your husband on screen. You read the running banner and it didn't make sense. You read it again.... And again. Sound faded out as you read the banner yet again. 

"Secretary of Treasury Shepard admits that the suspicious emails and what appeared to be a skimming scam, was in fact a hidden affair." 

You blinked, and you couldn't believe it, but then you heard his words coming from the screen. 

"While this act is inexcusable, and I deeply sorry for the pain this causes my personal life, and my family, but I never put the integrity of my position or my department on the line..." 

That's all you cared to listen to. Your stomach as flipping. He chose his job, the world over you. You felt like you were going to be sick or pass out, or maybe both. Your intern grabbed your arm. 

"Do you want to go home?" She asked you, her eyes were clearly concerned and you nodded.

"Then let's go, the media's going to be swarming this place any second." 

She wasn't wrong, and she helped you by grabbing your things and darting off. 

"I'll be sure to send someone over with your car later." 

In the emotion fog, you had one clear thought run through your head. Remember to hire this girl when she graduated. 

There were already camera crews in the car garage when you stepped out of the elevator. You kept a stoic face. You heard clamoring, begging for comments. One aggressive reporter managed to get in your face and making you stop. 

"Do you have any comments about the news press your husband held this morning." 

Without even thinking, you answered, "Fuck off, bitch," before you pressed past, getting into your interns car. You were sure to hear about that one from your bosses later, but if they couldn't understand that your husband announced to the world that he cheated on you without even telling you first, then they would just have to deal with it. 

The drive was silent, and you were surprised that you weren't crying. It didn't feel real. This had to be some awful dream, you were going to wake up any minute. You were lost in your thoughts, but she pulled up to your drive way much quicker than you thought. 

"Thank you, Elizabeth," your voice as thick. Your face was wet and you touched your cheek. Apparently, you were crying. 

"Are you going to be okay, Mrs. Shepard?" 

That name used to bring you joy, a little surge of excitement every time you heard it, even just this morning before this horrific news, you felt a twinge of joy when she addressed you as such. 

"Just, Y/N, Elizabeth. Don't call me that again." 

She nodded. 

"I'll see you when I go into work next." With that, you got out of her car, and walked up to your house. 

Elise greeted you and she knew. You could tell by the look on her face, trepidation, concern, pity, sadness, all of it. 

"There were people calling, looking for you, so I took the phone off the hook." 

You smiled, well, the most of what you could muster of one. She knew what to do before you even knew the situation. 

"Uhh, Elise?" 

"Yes, Ma'am?" 

"Can you take the kids to my mother's house? I don't..." You didn't know what to say. You just didn't want them there. You wanted your space to process. Get whatever you needed to do without having to worry about your children or scaring them. They were too young to understand this anyway. They were just babies, and and maybe, just maybe you wanted to punish Duncan a little. 

"I understand, Ma'am. Just call me when you're ready to have them back. Take as much time as you need." 

You nodded and she left to go get the children ready for the day out.

You kissed your children before they left, and you waited for them to leave before you went to the liquor cabinet, and pulled out the George T. Stagg, pouring yourself a healthy glass. You didn't care if this was Duncan's 800 dollar bottle of bourbon. You were collecting your alimony early. 

Sitting down, you took a breath. This still felt like a nightmare that you were destined to wake up from any moment. You drank half of the glass in one go. This wasn't real. He didn't do that to you. He couldn't do that to you. He told you that he loved you this morning. Sure, he had been a little distant in the past, but he was on the fucking presidential cabinet. Late nights were apart of the deal. He had calls that he could take with you in the room. He needed to take trips for the weekend... Right? He needed all of that for work. He loved you. He only laid down in your bed. You were the only girl for him, he promised that to you. It didn't matter that his gaze lingered too long on your sister? It didn't matter that he never shrugged off a friendly touch from a woman, even if the contact lasted just a hair too long right? None of that mattered. It couldn't matter because he promised you. 

Oh God.

This was real. This was real. This was real. 

In a sudden fit of rage, you flung the glass against the wall and the delicate thing nearly exploded on impact, and a sob escaped your chest.

He did that to you. He did that to you. He told the world about his infidelity before he told you. He mangled your heart, and let the world see it before he showed you. It felt like your skin was crawling, everywhere he touched, felt dirty and you were crying so hard, you were nearly gagging and choking. 

You forced air into your lungs. You forced yourself to calm down. You didn't get so far in life because you broke at every little thing. 

Then again, this wasn't a little thing. You didn't let people into your heart, everyone betrayed you. Even your parents betrayed you, yet, you had met Duncan while you were in law school. He could make you laugh, he made your heart sing. You let him in. He made you believe that love was real again. You married him. You bore his children. You trusted him above all, and this is what he gave you in return. You were right, everyone would betray you, given the chance. 

The love you held for him was turning to ash in your mouth. You grabbed the bottle, fucking the glasses, and you took a healthy swig. 

You made your way up stairs, refusing to look at all the pictures of you and your family hanging up on the walls. You were afraid you would break looking at them. A family, happy and carefree, built on lies. 

You walked into your room, staring at the shared bed. The one that you conceived your children on, the one that was supposed to be sacred. You wondered if he fucked the other one on this bed while you were in London for business five months ago. You took another swig. Thank god for the 70% alcohol by volume on this thing. 

You weakly moved to the closet. You flipped on the light, feeling like a monster, no, not a monster, a corpse was in there, waiting for you to make it's grizzly discovery. There was a black box you hid behind your shelves. It was a sacred. It was the shrine you built to your relationship with Duncan. You saved every love letter, every card, memories of your firsts, anything and everything. You pulled it out from it's hiding spot and held it close to your chest. You took another swig before you put the bottle down to hold it closer. 

Time didn't hold meaning, who knows how long you were crying as you held that shrine, but you knew that your head hurt when you were done. The house was still silent, and it was beginning to feel more like a tomb than a home. You sniffled and picked up the bottle again, taking another swig. 

You grabbed a sweater and headed for the backyard. You got the fire pit ready for a fire, and you tossed a match on top, watching the flames erupt and consume the wood while you felt nothing. You sat down in front of it and gingerly opened the box. On top was the first love letter we ever wrote you. A week after you met him, you got it, and all he could do was gush about how you were the most beautiful woman he had ever met and he needed to know you more. 

A faint smile graced your face before the thought crashed through your head. "Not beautiful enough." 

You took another swig before you looked at the fire, then at the letter. Your eyes then moved every carefully pack to the fire as the course of action became clear. 

With a simple flick of your wrist you pushed the paper into the flames, seeing it consumed. There was no pleasure in this, but a conviction that you had to do this. You had to burn him out like an inflection. 

You knew it was dark before you were down with ready the letters and burning each one. You were beyond drunk now, but you didn't care. You just didn't want to feel anything, but your chest still felt like it was physically breaking as you watched the flames lick the air. 

You heard footsteps behind you, and you knew who they belonged to. You would always know who they belonged to. He was silent. Was there anything to say. 

He came closer cautiously. 

"What's this?" he asked softly as he grabbed the corpse of the shrine. 

You yanked the box away from him and tossed it to the flames. Better to burn it than to let him defile it further. 

"I kept all your old letters in there." You explained coldly, "I saved every letter you wrote me. Every last one, and when I was missing you, or when I was sad, or even when we were fighting, I'd read them and remember how much you love me." You let that hang in the air, and another wave of tears almost broke free, but you reigned it in. "I guess I was wrong though." 

"Y/N, please, let m-" 

"Don't," you held up your hand to stop him. There was nothing he could say to make this better. "You can stand over there and watch, but you are not making this better." She didn't trust him, she didn't trust herself that she could stay strong not to fall in his arms. 

"God," she scoffed and took another drink, "I don't even know who you are." 

"Come on, y-" 

You held up your hand again, and he stopped. You hated him in this moment, but god did you want him to hug you. You wanted him to make this better, but you knew he couldn't. 

"You told the whole fucking world that you brought her into our bed," a tear rolled down your cheek. "You cleared your name, but you have destroyed our lives. You understand that, right?" 

"You think I could let them think that I was abusing my position? Y/N, you know what I had to go through with my parents, I can't and won't just stand by and let people tear down my name,," he could hear he was pleading, but you didn't spare him a look. 

"Well, God forbid, that someone someone whispers against you!" You lashed out finally looking towards, "They whisper against you, and you have to scream!" You screamed the last part, a sob wracking your body. 

He went to hold you and you pushed his hands away, "Don't!" You sobbed, and covered your face. He was helpless to fix this. You both knew that. 

Finally, your sobs calmed down, and you looked at him again, that hate burning bright. "You want to know about whispers, Duncan? You want to know about whispers that destroy everything you worked for? I know how you look at my sister," you spat out. 

He went to speak, and for the third time, you spoke, "Don't." 

"I see how other women look at you. Don't you dare think I'm so naive. I see how they fall for your charms.You are just so goddamn charming. I was willing to write off that that was just you, but you always liked that, didn't you? You like their attention, and you are so fucking obvious sometimes, Duncan. " You had ignored the signs, and for that, you could only be angry at yourself. 

You shook your head, and you stood on uneasy legs. 

"What are you going to say to the press?" 

The question felt like a slap, always caring more about the world than his home. 

He felt that hatred hardening in your heart. "Don't worry," you said as you wiped your tears. "I won't say anything. I'll let the world wonder what I did when you broke my heart." 

You saw the pain in his eyes, he was crying too. You wanted nothing more than to wipe them away, then to pretend that this was okay. To make him feel better, but what then, of your broken heart? 

"You threw this all away, you know that, right?" 

"Yes." 

Her heart broke, but she had one last thing to say. "You know when the time comes Duncan, when Eva and Jack ask about what happened, why mom and dad aren't together, you are going to have to look them in eyes and explain the pain and the embarrassment you put their mother through? I'm not going to tell them. That is your sin to confess." 

You had might as well have slapped him across the face with how he looked at you. "Please, Y/N-" 

"Get out," you spoke coldly. 

"Ple-" 

"Get out of my house!" You screamed. You couldn't stand this anymore. 

He stopped and stared at you. Maybe it would have been kinder to slap him than to tell him that based on his face. He whipped his face, and nodded. "Alright, I'll go." 

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Bad Moon Rising

Part 5: A Night of Revelry 

Summary: The reader finds and rescues a hurt merman who tells her that his name is Jim. She helps him without a second thought, but his presence might attract the attention of other supernatural creatures she never knew existed. This will eventually be a foursome (Jim Mason x Michael Langdon x Duncan Shepard x Reader) mythology/supernatural au.

A/N: FINALLY!!! Okay, here’s part 5, I am so sorry this took forever but there’s a lot of content here so!! Also, look at me bringing Rory back lmao

Warnings: Introducing plot elements in chapter 5 jfklsdjfdk, minor time financial strain, ocs, drinking, drugs, memes, and sex under the influence. 

Word Count: 7.7 k

Tagging List: @langdonsinferno, @ccodyfern, @michael-langdon-appreciation, @lovelykhaleesiii, @michael-langdon-owns-my-soul, @moonagecordelia, @tickled–pinkmoodpoisoning, @sojournmichael, @n30n-dreams, and  @codyfernss

 The sleep was deep that night, deeper than she's had in a very long time. There are no dreams, but she doesn't complain, it's better than the nightmares she's been having. Maybe it's because for once she feels safe. All things must end though, and her eyes blink open. She sighs in content, everything feels right, Jim's holding onto her side, face buried into her shoulder. He nuzzles closer and she smiles and kisses the top of his head. She becomes aware of a lack of pressure behind her and she turns only part of the way to feel out that Michael's no longer behind her. then her eyes catch the clock. 6:30 am. 

Her eyes widen in horror and she gasps. She should have been out on the boat at least two and a half hours ago. She flings herself up out of bed and is briefly halted by a lightheadedness and the soreness between her legs, but sadly she doesn't have time to revel in the feelings. She's got work to do. 

She nearly crashes down the stairs, pulling the large overalls on over the clothes met to keep her warm, and look desperately for her fishing boots. Michael was watching something on the TV, but he quickly flipped it off when she came downstairs. He cocked at eyebrow at her panicked state. He really didn't want to, but he felt obligated to ask. "Are you alright?" 

"No," She huffed, but let out a laugh of triumph when she pulled the boots from under the couch, making him turn to her with a confused look plastered on his face.

"Where are you rushing off to like a bat out of hell at this hour?" He had to admit his curiosity piqued. 

"I have to be out on the boat. I should have been out there much earlier, so let's hope I'm not fucked." 

The answers to his questions were only giving him more questions. "Boat?" 

She sighed, "I'm a fisher... person. It's late in the morning, all the schools are probably gone now, but I have to try." 

His brow knit together, "If they're probably gone, why not just go back and get some more rest?" He didn't want to admit it, but he could tell she was tired and he was hoping that she'd just get back in bed. 

"Because," she fought with the rubbery boot, "I already took a day off this week yesterday, and I can't afford two days in a row. I have to buy my food, and in order to have money to buy food, I have to sell fish, and to sell fish, I have to catch them." Her voice tight with strain, a stress that she's been dealing with for awhile now. 

He felt something stir in his chest, an emotion he wasn't quite familiar with. "Y/N..." He wasn't sure if this was his place, but he was asking anyway, "Are you struggling with money? Becau-" 

"I'm fine okay. It's none of your concern." She cut him off with a forced smile. Accepting help was never one of her strong suits. "I have to go," she was darting out of the house before Michael could say anything and his shoulders fell a little. 

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It was a shit day out on the water, to put it lightly. She was right, all the schools were gone and she only got the measly stragglers, and she didn't even pull in fifty dollars for the day. Great, now she'd have to go and beg for more time on the bills. She had to run home to change, which she ran into Duncan as he was leaving for the day. She didn't even realize he had picked up some of his own clothes yesterday. He wasn't wearing her father's old jeans and flannels, but expensive designer clothes you never once dreamed of being able to afford one day. It made her feel weird, like this wasn't enough for him, but when he kissed the top of her head as a goodbye for the day, those thoughts melted away. He was so warm and seemed to have everything under control. It was hard not to feel comforted when he offered affection. 

It was short-lived though, she had to go out and run errands and she was only here to change clothes. Going to her old bedroom, she had to pass the master bedroom. Jim was still asleep, but she caught a glimpse of Michael's strawberry mane fanned out over the pillows, holding the merman close. It warmed her heart. 

She carried those things in her heart as she left to deal with the day. There was a feeling in the pit of her stomach that she'd need it.

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There was no doubt about it. She needed those things to get through the day. For someone who was raised never to take handouts and to work for the things in life that one wanted for herself, needing to go to the bank and other institutions to beg for more time on her bills, that there just wasn't enough money to go around. Luckily, in the little town people were mostly kind and understanding, but it did nothing for her ego or pride whatsoever. The worst thing was that this an an all day affair. The sun was just setting under the clouds when was free from this. 

She didn't care about the tightness of the funds, she had to go out and get a drink. Even if it was just one. She needed it after a day like she had today. She had her tail tucked between her legs and retreated to Rory's bar for the time being. 

It was dim in here, cigarette smoke curled lazily in the air, like it was weighted down by the atmosphere, there was a sense that only broken souls came to this bar, but in that, there was something comforting. You never had to pretend that things were better than they were here. Everyone took you for how you are. Sometimes, this place felt more like home than her own. She easily found the only two people she came here for specifically. 

Rory was much more than just her next door neighbor. He had babysat her so many times after her father was left alone, she honestly lost count. He was basically a second father to her. He was there the first day she went off the kindergarten, often dropped her to school, it was his old nice T-Bird that drove her to prom, he was there at graduation, and he cried just as much as her father when she left for college.

Then the other, Lilyrose. What a ... trip that woman was. How she befriended Li was beyond her understanding. At first, neither one of them liked each other, it was just instantly spite on sight, but one night of bonding over shared emotional trauma led them to be best friends. They got along with a sort of ease that only souls who recognize each other. Li was often the type to over-drink, stay out too late, speak too loudly, existing too largely, never one to apologize for being her, and not one for starting fights, but she had no problem and would gladly finish them with zeal. She was rough around the edges, but those edges fit together with her's. There was nothing that either one of them could say to turn the other away. 

Li and Rory, Rory behind the bar, and Li leaning over it, greeted her with bright grins and briefly hellos.

She slid the money over the bar for a beer, not needing to tell Rory what she wanted. He was sliding her a Blue Moon in reaction. "Only one beer?" He thick Cork accent rang out. 

"That's all that's in the budget." 

Li pushed the money back towards her, and shook her head. "Not on my watch." 

"Li, you kn-" Li held up her hand. 

"Consider this me getting you back after that one time I got so drunk I tried to fight the ocean and you kept me from drowning." 

Rory gave her his typical exhausted look, definitely not surprised that was something that happened. 

She snorted at the memory of the story. "Alright," she conceded, "You can get me drinks tonight, but you can't keep doing this." 

"What? You take care of me, and I keep the booze running. That's a fair trade is it not?" 

There was no winning this fight with Li. There were very few forces in this universe that could get this woman to change her mind. Sometimes she wondered if she could actually win a fight with God, if there was anyone she had ever met in her life, it was Li. "You're not wrong." She took a swig of her beer. 

There was a comfortable silence for a moment while Rory worked and the two girls nursed their drinks, before Li looked over to her and gave her a look. 

"What?" She asked, getting tired of the pointed look. 

"So, who was that guy you were making dinner with last night? You two seemed into it." 

She choked on her beer and looked over to the other with a look of shock and mild horror. "How much did you see? And why and how did you see that?" 

"What? I was just hoping over to ask you for a movie night and you were predisposed. Y'all just cooking? Wh- Oh bitch. Oh bitch. Did you get slutty last night?" She asked, now fully intrigued and wanting to hear everything. 

"I don't want to hear about this, either one of you," Rory sighed. 

"It's complicated, Li." 

"Did you or did you not get the D last night? It's not complicated." 

"Li!" Rory snapped. 

"My life has gotten... Weird the past few days. It's just not that simple." 

"You aren't denying that you got the D though?" 

Rory smacked her with the bar towel before turning towards her. "Listen, You know you can talk to me about anything, right?" 

She was doubting that right in this moment, but she nodded. "I just don't know if I'm ready to open up about why." There was the get of jail free card that she always had up her sleeve. No one wanted to trespass that line, so it just about always worked. She felt bad for pulling this card, but she wasn't sure if she could deal with questions about her previous two days, not after the hell that this day was. 

They nodded, and the conversation nearly was dropped until the doorbell jingled. Her natural reaction was to look at the noise, but she nearly choked at seeing who it was. Michael was just striding through the door. Her eyes were wide, and all she wanted to do was make a run for it. She was being weird about this, and Li caught on quick. 

"Why?" She looked at the man, and then at her, "Why are you being weird about Mr. Dark and Mysterious over there? This isn't your normal "I can't talk to attractive men" thing. Why are you looking at him like he hit it raw last night and you weren't expecting to see him again." Her wide eyes fixed on Li, and she she had a moment of epiphany. "Because he totally fucking did hit it raw and you weren't expecting to see him again." Then, Li had to laugh, "You saucy bitch, I didn't think you had it in you!" Li clapped her on the back. 

"Don't congratulate me on my bad decisions," she grumbled as she pounded her drink. 

"Bitch, that's what I'm here for. You need to live a little." 

Michael, however, was a bit distracted with the bartender. His eyes had fixed on her, not sure what to say, or if he should say anything, but then he saw the bartender and he froze. "Oh my god, Rory, you're still alive?" 

His question caught both of the girls off guard, both of them looking from Michael to Rory. Rory shifted uncomfortably. 

"Yeah," his accent ringed out, but he seemed hesitant, something she's never seen him do. 

"God what has it been, eighty years?" 

Both of the girls choked on their drinks. She looked alarmed, "Eighty years? Rory, what the hell is he talking about? You're like fifty at most." 

Rory gave her a look, and then it clicked. Rory's looked the same her whole entire life. Age had never claimed his black hair or added another age line to his face. 

"Oh my god, are you telling me I've known a," well she didn't know what exactly he was, "Something, my whole life and I didn't know?" Now her life was changing. Things had never been what she thought they were. 

Li laughed loudly, "Oh my god, Rory isn't just the stoic Irish bar owner! He can be exciting!" 

Rory rolled his eyes before glaring at Michael, "You did this." Michael looked apologetic, not realizing his misstep. He thought by his "acquaintance's" reaction to him and the other supernatural creatures and by the other girl and her aura, that they both already knew. 

"Wait wait," Li, interrupted whatever Rory was going to say next, " So, how do you two know each other. Get into any really weird historical sexcapades?" 

Rory just looked tired. This was his everyday. "No, Li. By vampire standards, we're technically brothers. We have the same sire." 

"Oh, so you're like Michael's older brother?" She asked, rather innocently. 

"No, he's technically the older one, he's about a hundred years older, I was just turned later in life th-" He stopped, catching onto something she said, "How do you know his name?" 

Now both her and Michael looked awkward and like they were caught in the act. And Rory's eyes were scanning the both of them. Michael was the one to answer. 

"We met a couple of nights ago." 

Rory didn't seem convinced or pleased with that answer, but he'd accept it. She was just thankful for the answer. 

"So, what are you having tonight, Michael?" 

He took a set next to her, feeling a little more comfortable with her than the other one, Li, that was biting her lip and looking at him like she would eat him whole. 

"You know I can't do drinks, Rory." 

"I've got blood in the basement. I could fix that up to look like a proper drink." 

She was still having to get used to the idea of the man who was basically her second father was a vampire. Michael smiled at the hospitality. 

"No need to worry, I fed last night," he answered, and she did her best not to blush. This was weird. She didn't like this. 

"There is," Michael looked up to the other vampire, measuring his words carefully, "Something else, I could use your help with. I came here because I heard this is the place to get information about what's going on in the supe' community in this part of the country." 

Rory was wiping down some glasses now. "I'm an Irish bartender at my core, I like to hear the talk. After everything we've been through, what I know, you'll know." 

"I hear rumors about a godling up here, they haven't awoken yet, but they're getting close. Do you know anything about that?" 

Rory and Li shot glances to each other in an imperceptible moment before he sat down the glass and tossed the rag over his shoulder. "Michael, that's just a crazy rumor." 

"Really? Then why are the Shephards sticking their noses all the way out here looking for them?" 

Rory looked a little alarmed and Li set her drink down to give Michael her full attention. 

"The Shephards are here?" Rory asked, it was bad news anytime they got involved with anything. They had a habit of being selfish and destructive and he shuddered to think what they'd do their quiet and peaceful community. 

"One of them, but," Michael bit his tongue. God he wish he could have a drink right now, "But it's their favorite son." 

This is at least the fourth time she picked up on a history between the two, and she was curious to say the least. 

Rory understood the gravity of what he was saying though and he sighed. "I'm sorry to hear that Michael. Have you seen him since getting here." 

She wanted to answer she saw plenty of him, but she didn't feel like incriminating herself nor doing anything to get on Michael's bad side, again. 

"Yeah, I have. He's met, Y/N," he answered, his tone and face were unreadable. 

So was Rory's, after he processed what Michael had said. She was looking between the two trying to figure out what was happening, but it was a futile effort. They were both the masters of pokerface and they were having a silent, indiscernible conversation. She looked towards Li, and she just shrugged, going back to her drink. 

"Well," Rory finally spoke, "They're going to find it a fruitless task and a waste of their time. A godling hasn't been born in thousands of years." 

She gave the two vampires a curious glance before cautiously raising her hand. "Hi, yeah, I've got questions. Two, really. What's a godling? And," she turned to Michael, "What is the deal with you and Duncan?" 

Rory chuckled slightly, "A curious thing you've always been. A godling is a baby god. They come in all forms in the beginning, but they're often born to a human form because there's something about the human condition that teaches them the tragedy that's required to be a god."

The words hung in the air, and she felt something true about the words ring and reverberate through her, though she wasn't sure why. It was like for a brief moment, looking over the water at a vast unknown, but then, like a flash, it was gone. 

"As for Michael and Duncan," Michael waved his hand, letting him explain it, "They used to be an item, and now they're not. It was quite a messy thing for awhile." 

She nodded and cautioned a glance over to Michael. That explained it. They were exes. Oh god, they were exes and they all slept in the same bed last night, well everyone but the nocturnal Michael. Why the hell did he agree to that? This had just gotten a lot more uncomfortable. 

He nodded, "Well, thanks for the reassurance. If I see Duncan again, I'll be sure to tell him he's wasting his time." Michael was getting up again. 

"Where are you going?" She asked, trying not to sound like she desperately wanted to know the answer. 

"Just asking around a few more places and a bout different things," he answered, back to his callous and unfeeling self. 

"Will I see you around later?" 

He didn't answer, and she was beginning to think that this was his normal behavior. 

"Will I see you around later?" Rory repeated the question, a look of fatherly concern on his face, and Li had a good laugh at that. 

She gave him a flat look, "He's been... At my house," she waved it off, "Why do you care so much about what I'm doing with my life." 

"Be careful," he warned, and she hardly ever heard him be this serious. She gave him a silent question, and his edges softened, "That Shephard..." He wasn't sure what to say, "He can be a selfish, and only care about himself and his family's name. He has no trouble or conscious about cutting down others if they stand in the way of that." 

"Is that what happened with him and Michael?" she asked softly. 

"If you want to know anymore, you'll have to ask them." That sounded like an awful conversation. 

"And Michael. I love the boy, but be careful. He hasn't been the same since those two separated. He," again, he wasn't sure what to say in order to be fair to Michael, but give her an honest warning, "He changed, and not for the better." 

She nodded, this was something to consider for sure. 

"Soooo," Li drew out the word, "When you said that you're life got weird, this is uh, what you meant?" 

"Yeah, basically. I was out on the water like two nights ago to clear my head and I found an injured merman and I saved him, nearly drowning myself, so he saved me, and I brought him home and that got Michael's attention," 

"Did he hurt anyone?" Rory asked, ever the concerned friend. 

"No, I knocked him out before I could." Both of them looked impressed, "Okay, he also had his shit rocked by who I can only assume was Duncan because I found Duncan with his shit wrecked in the shipyard when I was looking for something to restrain Michael with." 

"Kinky." 

"Li. Stop. I'm begging you," Rory sighed. 

"What? She was getting heavy duty shit to tie him up with. The stronger the ties, the kinkier the sex." 

Before Rory and Li could truly get into it, she stopped them. "Anyway, That's how my life has been shaping up the past couple of days. Plus, things took a ... turn last night that Rory doesn't want to hear about." 

Li put a finger to Rory's mouth to shush him. "You can go Rory, I need to hear all about this." 

"I'm not giving you the play by play, I honestly think I might combust into flames if I say it out loud." 

"Oh, bitch, you gotta." 

Rory smacked her with the rag again. "You know I don't care what you do with your free time, but for the love of all the Gods, please be careful around those two." 

She nodded "Will do." 

A yawn escaped her mouth and looked at her empty drink having a debate in her mind. "God, what I would give to be able to drink at home, or you know, have the energy to stay here." 

Rory shrugged, "Take a case of something home with you." 

She gave Rory a pointed look, "I appreciate the gesture, Rory, but pl-" 

He held up his hand, "Please, I was sent extra stock, I don't need all of this. Just take it home, yeah?" 

Both of these people, for as crass as Li could be and as overprotective as Rory could get, they really did take care of her. "Okay," she relented, "Only to help you out." They shared a smile. 

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She got home, a box of a 12-pack of her favorite beer, a bottle of wine, and two bottles of whiskey in tow, and she was starting to think that maybe life would start feeling a little normal. Michael was gone, so was Duncan. It was just Jim as he squinted at a newspaper as he sat at the island. She smiled, greeting him, he smiled back.

"Whatcha got there?" He asked, as he looked in the box. 

"Just so alcohol that I was just lucky enough for my friends to bestow upon me." 

He pitched an eyebrow as he looked at the bottles. "You know, I've uh, never tried that before." 

"Really?" The question came out like a reflex, but she knew that made sense. He said he was a child the last time he came ashore, "I mean, yeah, that makes sense." 

He chuckled and she sat the box down and pulled out a couple of the beers and handed him one. "Want to try it?" 

She cracked them open and he took the bottle, tipping it up and taking a tentative sip as she took a generous one. His face scrunched up, not sure if he liked it or not. She had to chuckle. "Not your thing?" 

"I'm not sure how I feel about the taste." 

"It's an acquired one. Plus, most people drink it for the effects, not the taste." 

"That sounds... Wow, humans are weird." 

She had to laugh at that. "Yeah, we can be a bit weird, but I do have a little something that is a bit more kick to it, but not as bad as drinking if you're not a fan of the taste." She got up and went to the cabinet that stood in the kitchen. There was a box hidden in the back. A very distinctive smell emanated from the box and it only intensified when she opened the box. 

His face scrunched again. "What the hell is that?" 

"Oh, you know, the Devil's Lettuce." 

He thought about it for a moment, trying to tie together what he knew of humans' life from what he overheard on the boats and beaches. "Kale?" He asked right as she was taking a drink, making her do a spit take and dissolve into laughter. 

"What?" he asked, with a smile of his own. It was hard for him to do anything but laugh and smile when she was doing the same. 

"You know, Jim, it's kind of hard how to explain why that was funny, but it is. Devil's Lettuce refers to Marijuana, a drug, and Kale is a health food that people have amazingly stark opinions about one way or another. 

He blinked, "Oh." She was still laughing though, and he had to smile. 

She was working on rolling a joint for the both of them, taking sips of her beer when there was a convenient place in the process for it. Jim was watching her, taking in everything that she was doing like a child learning. He tried to keep up with the beer, the taste getting a little more familiar on his tongue, but it was still odd and he wasn't sure if he'd ever like that taste. At least by the time that the joint was rolled, Jim felt a buzz in the back of his head. So, this is what she meant. The taste wasn't great, but this feeling was. 

It was almost down, she was just tempering the edges with a flame. "I have a feeling you'll like this more," she said with a wink. She started it, pulling in the smoke into her lungs and letting it sit there until they burned, and then released the smoke. She took another hit before passing the joint to Jim. "Just breathe in and try to hold it in as long as you can, and try not to cough." 

He rolled his eyes, "I think I can handle whatever drugs you humans use. Us merpeople use puffer fish for our recreational drug use." 

"I-" She stopped, "I don't even know what to say to that. Just smoke the damn joint." The giggles hadn't hit her, but she knew that was coming shortly. Then, the munchies. 

He seemed to be gloating until he took an inhale and started coughing immediately. 

"How is that puffer fish preparing you, huh?" 

"Shut up," he grumbled, "It's not what I was expecting." He tried again, this time with a little more success, but it was hard to keep the smoke down. He managed to get another decent hit and handed the joint back to her. 

She took her hits, and passed back, the traditional puff, puff, pass. They finished the joint, and Jim wasn't sure what to expect or if he was feeling it until he went to stand up. It all hit him at once. He felt like he was outside of his body, like he was hovering just a couple of inches out of his body. He put a hand out to catch himself and he looked at her. For some reason, he had to laugh. Giggles poured out of his mouth and she was laughing too. 

"Oh god, why is this funny?" He managed to get out of his mouth. 

"Everything is when you're stoned," she laughed back as she grabbed a bag of chips and a couple of beers for the both of them and headed to the living room. "Come on, Jimothy, I'm about to blow your mind." 

Jim nearly didn't make it to the living room on the account of him laughing so hard he was on his hands and knees. He ended up crawling which incapacitated her with laughter for a moment. 

After what felt like an eternity, but in reality was probably only five minutes, they got situated with their snack and drinks, and a blanket shared between the two. She was fidgeting with the remote, getting Netflix pulled up. Her father didn't believe much in luxuries, but he did indulge with this t.v. and she was still grateful to him for it. It definitely came in handy for long sleepless nights and apparently entertaining stoned merpeople. 

"So, this is the movie ... thing.. you were telling me about?" 

"Yes, and we are," she paused as she concentrated to find the movie she was looking. She found it and it started loading, "We are watching the greatest masterpiece of cinematic history ever." 

Jim had great hopes. 

Shrek started playing. 

Jim thoroughly enjoyed the movie, laughing harder than he ever had (but she did say that things were funnier when you were stoned), and he even got a little misty eyed at the end. He had no idea what he just watched or the outlandish nature of her statement, but in this moment in his state of mind and what he knew, he believed her that this was a masterpiece of cinema. 

He was feeling blissfully out of his body, everything was soft as the credits rolled, and somehow, he had ended up curled up into her side during the movie. He nuzzled into the crook of her neck and kissed her skin softly. "Thank you for sharing that with me," he mumbled.  

She smiled, god if the others heard about this, they would probably be mortified that this was the first movie she showed him, but it seemed like a good idea and it would definitely make for a good story down the road. She rested her head against Jim's. "You're welcome." 

It was tempting to fall asleep right there, but his skin felt so hot against her's and she had a different type of craving hit her. She repositioned herself and fell back onto the couch pulling Jim on top of her. He laughed at the sudden movement, but the sight of her underneath him and being so close to his face and his brain quickly following the same path her's was on. 

He leaned down and kissed her, lips meeting in a lazy and comfortable pace. There was no need to speed through this. It was a quiet and slow night, they were safe and had plenty of room on the big sectional couch. 

She threaded her fingers through his hair and pulled him closer, and he was all too happy to oblige her request. It was so comfortable, but she found a need growing between her legs, and needing more of Jim. Her legs wrapped around his waste, not allowing any space between them, and he was all too happy and welcoming of the contact. 

He kissed down to her jaw, then he neck, leaving careful little bites on her skin. He wasn't as confident as the other two, but being this stoned, he found that he didn't care and just did what felt right, and based on her soft mewls, it felt right to her too. He sucked a mark on her neck, right over the bite mark that Michael left. 

They both sat up, relying on each other for balance for a moment before tearing at each other's tops. It might have been slow, but they wanted the slow pace to be between flesh on flesh, not with clothes separating them. Falling back to the couch, their hands were all over each other, needing the feel of their skin. They needed to memorize their new lovers' bodies. 

Jim's mouth traveled downwards, kissing, sucking, and nipping at her breasts, having a bit of an obsession with them since last night. They were soft and pleasant, and he couldn't help but get carried away with lavishing this part of her with a narrowed focus. She pulled at his hair, loving the way moans left his mouth at each tug and just needing to feel him. 

He was pulling her pants down, the next thing she knew, and she was all too glad to help him. He kissed his way down the expanse of her tummy and to her core, dripping already. She let out a moan as soon as his tongue made contact with her slit. He licked at her, just wanting to taste her. His tongue started to push into her, his style was different from the other two, but it was still making her toes curl. 

He was earnestly fucking into her with his tongue now, adding a kind of infuriating tension through her body. Enough to fuel the itch, but not nearly enough to actually scratch and satisfy the itch. She moaned out his name and she was begging for more. Weed always managed to heighten and dull things all at once. 

Jim smiled against her folds and he pulled back only for enough room to push two fingers into her. When his fingers brushed against a spot that felt slightly different from the rest of her, and seeing the way her back arched and her hands clawing at the sofa, he kept brushing that spot, determined to make her orgasm like she did last night with the other two. He lowered his head down to her again, licking at her clit experimentally, but was quickly encouraged to do more when her hand flew to his hair, yanking on his dark drown locks to hold him closer to her. His lips wrapped around the sensitive bud, sucking gently, making her fall apart completely. Her moans were growing louder and more high pitch. Her grip on his hair grew more and more painful as her orgasm crept up on her, finally snapping and Jim had to hold her hips down to keep her in a position so he could keep eating her out. 

He gently licked her and kept his fingers in her as she came down, and she gently stroked his hair when she came back to planet Earth, well as much as she could with the pot in her system. They looked at each other and they both fell apart into a pile of giggles, Jim hiding his face in her thigh. 

Once they calmed down, she beckoned Jim to get off of her and lay down on the coach. "Why?" he asked with a grin on his face as he did what she told him. 

"Because I want to thank you for what you just did," another giggle, "And because I want you to feel good." 

He bit his lip, trying to hide his excitement at the idea, and he helped her get his pants off. He hissed, feeling the cool air against his length, a sensation he was entirely not used to. She crawled up the length of his legs, and made a spot for herself between them as she spit into her hand, then taking gripping his thick length and slowly working him, taking a moment to spread the beading precum across the head, watching Jim's face carefully. 

His face was contorting in pleasure, not believing that this was possible. Of course, both Michael and Duncan blew his understanding of sex to dust, but this was different. The drug making it's rounds in his blood stream added a lustful haze to everything, and there was something about having her slight, feminine hand moving over his cock. 

She pumped his length a couple of times before leaning down and licking a long stripe from the base of his cock to his tip before swirling her tongue over the sensitive tip. His head pushed back into the couch and his hips twitched, he had never felt anything quite like this. She came down, and got as much of his length into her mouth before pressing into her throat. She made eye contact with him and gave him a wink before pressing down further, being careful not to trip her gag reflex. Her nose was pressed against his heat skin now, and she couldn't see it, but Jim was in the midst of staring at her in wonder. 

She worked his length, going up and down, and being spurred on by his moans. God, those were so pretty, just like an unholy music falling from his lips. 

He pulled on her hair though, pulling her off. Her brow creased in concern, but he shook his head. "No, I want to fuck you. I want to cum inside you." 

A small smile formed on her lips, and she got a wicked little idea. "I can do you one better," she purred as she pushed Jim down to the couch again. He looked up at her, anticipation and a dopey smile on his face. She straddled his hips and lined up him length with her wet slit, and slowly pushed down on him, both of them groaning as their bodies met. 

She looked down at the man below her when he was completely seethed in her wet heat. They were both out of breath, but she started rocking her hips back and forth, just wanting to get a feel for him, feel their bodies connect for a moment before they started fucking for their releases. 

It was just bliss, and Jim found himself sighing, just enjoying being connected with his lover like this, but a need was growing in him. He grabbed her hips and experimentally started moving her. She was melting with each move, loving the subtle control he was taking, but her breath caught when he hit her g-spot. He started rocking her hips faster over and over just to hit that spot, but she put her hands over his, giving them a soft squeeze. He looked up at her and stopped. 

"Slow. Let's go slow. I want to feel you," her voice was raw, and it sent a shiver through Jim's body. They moved together in slow, languid movements, letting each other feel the expanse of each others' bodies. It was truly an act just to memorize the other. She leaned down to kiss his neck, leaving sloppy kisses and love bites in her wake. He moaned with each dark mark that rose to the surface. His hands ran over her body, feeling the way her body moved, the power that one little move she made had over the both of them, her skin, her curves, just having to feel everything that made her her. 

Eventually though, the tension was just too much and their hips started crashing into each other, just needing that release. They were desperately kissing now, teeth accidentally clanking together in their passion. It was a frantic sway, an ebb and flow of passion. She moved one of his hands down her body to rub against her clit, showing him what to do. He was quick on the pick up and started rubbing furiously. He was babbling in a language she had never heard before at this point, but it sounded like the music one would hear out on a boat late at night. 

It wasn't long before her walls were spasming around Jim and Jim was thrusting into her while he pulled her down on him, wanting to cum as deeply was he could. They were both panting and she fell on top of him, nuzzling into his neck as she recovered. 

They held each other, enjoying the feeling of their breath and heart beat slowing down together. He kissed the top of her head and smiled against her damp hair. This was better than he could have ever imagined and she shifted only to pull the blanket up over them. 

"You know, I'm surprised the other two didn't manage to come in during that." 

Jim laughed, it was a sleepy sound. Sleep wasn't far off for either one of them. 

"I guess the universe thought I should have some alone time with my little starfish," he nuzzled her cheek. 

"Oh my god, starfish?" 

"Would you prefer blobfish or sea slug then?" 

A snort of laughter came from her, "I'll take starfish then. What about cuddle fish?" Another nuzzle for emphasis. 

"No, that's too obvious," He giggled.

A fit of giggles from the two, but it was clear that they were sleepy. 

Then, the backdoor sounded and Duncan was striding in and stopped in his tracks when he saw the two of them, clearly naked underneath the blanket and the smell of sex hung in the air. 

"What are you doing in my swamp?" Jim asked, with probably the worst impression of Shrek on the planet and she was lost to a peal of laughter which he joined in with. 

Duncan's lips curled into a confused sneer and strode to get a better look at the two, and his brow creased as he took in the different smells and they're clearly bloodshot eyes and blown pupils. His eyes narrowed, "Did you get stoned?" 

"Yeah," they both giggled in unison. 

He rolled his eyes, "Well, at least you two had fun, obviously." 

"Yeah we did," she practically snorted and that only made Jim laugh harder. 

"Oh my god," Duncan sighed, "Come on, let's get you two in bed." 

Jim shimmied his way underneath her and just made his merry little way upstairs, no shame at all, and there was also no shame in how both Duncan and she stared at his ass as he made his way up the stairs. Duncan then turned to the young woman, and he easily scoped her up, blanket and all and started climbing his way to the bedroom. She nuzzled her face into the crook of his neck, being sure to show him affection as well. He smiled and kissed the top of her head. 

"Come on, I'm sure you have to be exhausted and I know I can't wait to curl up in bed with the two of you." 

"Long day?" she asked softly. 

He hummed, "You have no idea." 

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The alarm went off at 4 am sharp and she never wanted to actually thoroughly destroy a piece of technology like she wanted to do to her phone right now for waking her up. She was only slightly hungover, thank god, but what made it difficult to leave the bed was the warm body that's holding her tight. Another hand is being occupied by Jim holding it tight on Duncan's chest. It was torture to leave this.

She knows she has to though, she's taken too many days off, she needs to get out there fishing. She turns off the alarm and schleps off to her old room to get clothes appropriate for the day. It was miserable. 

When she was coming down the stairs, that's when she became aware of the sound of the sink running downstairs. After she had everything but the actual outerwear that got to stay downstairs and mostly out on the screened in back porch because the smell was less than pleasant, she made her way downstairs, amazed at the sight of Michael giving the kitchen a deep clean. If she was being honest, she didn't even remember the last time this kitchen got cleaned like this. Even better yet, his golden curls were kept back with one of your old bandanas, the pink and green one to be exact. 

They made eye contact, and her eyes were alight with joy at the sight. 

"Don't you fucking say a word." 

"I wasn't going to say anything." 

"Uh-huh." 

With that, they parted ways, but she was planning on ways to say thank you to him. Maybe she'd ask Rory for some ideas for gifts for Michael. 

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Well, it was nearly eleven in the morning and it was gruel out on the water, it was choppy to all hell and every muscle and bone in her body ached, but she made nearly double what she usually does, so that was a good. 

Duncan was already out when she got home, but Jim was kind enough to help tug the rain shoes off her feet. Sore hands and heavy water logged clothes that didn't want to move in any direction was not a good combination. 

After a quick and hot shower, she was more than happy to crawl into bed, and she was surprised to see Michael in the bed. She didn't know what he did during the day, but sleeping in the bed wasn't one of them. She tried to gently crawl into bed, but Michael started slightly as soon as the bed dipped down. 

"Sorry," she whispered when he looked at her, clearly very sleepy. He just grunted in response. 

She finally got under the covers, an awkward amount of distance between them. Sure, she fell asleep in his arms a two nights ago, but that was after a foursome. She bit her lip and looked at him, before she decided what the hell, if he pushed her away, he pushed her away. She slid up to his side and curled up with her back to him. The cool of his skin was a little odd, but not entirely unwelcome. 

He stiffened like a corpse for a moment, and she was dreading her decision before he relaxed, apparently needing to go through a thought process. Michael turned into her and pulled her against his chest. "Will you actually sleep if I do this, Y/N?" His tone sounded annoyed, but he showed no signs of letting her go, if anything he held her closer. 

"Yes, I'm quite comfortable. Thank you." Sleep already was digging its claws into her. 

"Good," he answered, a small smile forming on his lips, and he added softly, "I'm glad." He didn't remember the last time someone wanted to be held by him.