#bringin' home the rain

[citrus-moonlight]

Hello friends and welcome! I wanted to finally put all my fics in one place since I now have over 50K published (!!!), and also because I started out posting to one blog and then moved here to use as a separate writing/personal space.

At this point it's all Ulysses Klaue all the time, baby, but I do have a couple of WIPs started for Alfred Pennyworth (and perhaps a loose outline or two for a couple of other blorbos). I hope to get to them soon, but for now my dirty napkin of a man has me in a chokehold, so here we are!

All works have an Explicit rating | 18+ only | Warnings tagged in each work/series as well as individual chapters.

And remember: Writers are little goblins for feedback, you have no idea how much we appreciate every single comment and reblog!

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Thank you to the wonderful @saradika for this gorgeous header!! 💕 Please check out her graphics blog @saradika-graphics!

Bringin' Home the Rain

"Let It Wash Us Both Away" (Part One) 25.4K | Ulysses Klaue x F! Reader | Complete!

You're no stranger to taking risks, in fact you prefer the unknown, however when you happen to cross paths with a certain black market arms dealer you find it uncharacteristically difficult to find your balance. (aka "Of all the gin joints in all the towns in all the world, he walks into mine.")

[AO3 Link]

"Salvation is a Deep Dark Well" (Part Two) 30.6K (ongoing) | Ulysses Klaue x F! Reader | Active WIP! - Chapter 3

After the realization that you don't want your night with Klaue to be one-time thing - and as you start to understand that he doesn't either - that persistent hum of desire to seek out risk starts to feel different; enticingly unfamiliar and drawing you in a way that for the first time makes you long to relinquish control to something, or someone, outside of yourself.

[AO3 Link]

"Find Me in the Air" (Part 3) Ulysses Klaue x F! Reader | Future WIP!

Planned final part!

"Woven" - A "Bringin' Home the Rain" Interlude 3.9K | Ulysses Klaue x F! Reader | A little bit of smutty holiday fluff! | Complete!

As winter begins to settle in, the darkening days are unexpectedly brightened when you end up with the chance to spend a little more time with Ulysses Klaue.

[AO3 Link]

"Away" - A "Bringin' Home the Rain" Interlude 2.0K | Ulysses Klaue x F! Reader | A short drabble based on a sweet ask by @saradika 💕| Complete!

Going on vacation with Klaue is sweet and filthy, and gives you chance to learn a little more about one another.

✨ No AO3 link yet, but I am planning on brushing this up and will post it on there, soon!

One-Shots/AUs

"Think I Need a Devil to Help Me Get Things Right" 4.7K | Uysses Klaue x F! Flight Attendant Reader | Complete!

After a particularly rough flight you're suddenly having anxiety for the first time in all of your years in the air, but you end up finding help in an unexpected place when an enigmatic passenger offers you a distraction.

[AO3 Link]

"Danger Starts the Sharp Incline" 4.5K | Demon!Klaue x F! Scientist Reader AU | Complete!

At your scientific organization the study of demon energy output has become no less mundane than it would at any other research facility. That is until you find yourself trapped with the demon who has recently shifted in your thoughts from an idle curiosity to a distraction.

[AO3 Link]

A list of other WIPs and ideas on the go! I have a couple more to add so I will update this one shortly as well!

[the-eyes-of-andyserkis]

"Bringin' Home the Rain" - Part One - Masterlist

Fandom: MCU - Age of Ultron, Black Panther Pairing: Ulysses Klaue x F!Reader Chapters: 5 Word count: 25.4K (Complete!) Rating: Explicit

Summary: You're no stranger to taking risks, in fact you prefer the unknown, however when you happen to cross paths with a certain black market arms dealer you find it uncharacteristically difficult to find your balance. (aka "Of all the gin joints in all the towns in all the world, he walks into mine.")

Warnings: Explicit Rating, Alcohol, Blood and Injury, Minor Injuries, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Mild Age Difference, Reader is Late 30s, Masturbation, Smut, Smutty Smut, The Smutty Kind of Smut, Smut With Accidental Feelings, PWP, But Also A Bit of Plot, Dirty Talk, Praise Kink, Teasing, Oral (M! Receiving), Reference to Predator/Prey, Vaginal Fingering, Soft Dom, Hair pulling, Begging, Finger Sucking, Spanking, Nipple Play, Oral (F! Receiving), Cock Warming, Mild Size Kink, Daddy Kink (Chapter 5), Unprotected PIV, Rough Sex, Creampie, Overstimulation, Multiple Orgasms, Needy Dom, Aftercare

A/N: Well, here I am with my first foray in the fanfic writing in almost two decades!

In my mind this is set somewhere between "Avengers" and "Age of Ultron". I wanted to give myself somewhere to go since I do have plans beyond this, and while this part can still function as a standalone, I'm currently working on a part two in what is now a series (which I have mostly figured out)! More updates on that as I chip away, but I'm hoping to be able to post Chapter One in the next few weeks!

Thank you for reading, and I hope you enjoy. 😊

[Masterlist - Part Two - Salvation is a Deep Dark Well] ✨ [AO3 Link]

Title is from the song "Bringin' Home the Rain" by The Builders and and Butchers

Chapter One - "Storm" - 2.8K

Chapter Two - "Tides" - 2.8K

Chapter Three - "Demons" - 5.9K

Chapter Four - "Flame" - 5.1K

Chapter Five - "Foundations" - 8.8K

[craigthetourguide]

and now the only thing left in your possession is an empty bottle and a gun.

[nerdie-faerie]

This has got to be the worst move out yet

[azahar]

sunday song - bringin' home the rain

[laughroditee]

You're Coming With Me | A COD fanfic

Simon had been on his way to meet up with the rest of the task force when he heard a tiny mewling off to the left near the woods.  Scanning the tall grass, he paused mid-stroll, his dark eyes falling upon a tiny orange kitten emerging from the underbrush.

“Meow!”

“Where’s your mum?” Simon asked, keeping his eyes and ears open for any signs of other kittens or a mother cat. Unfortunately, there were none.  This cat was probably around three to four weeks old; it was not going to survive on its own.  Bloody hell, he thought, squatting down to seem less threatening, holding out a hand, palm down. 

The kitten slowly approached him, noisily chirping and mewling. With its hackles raised, the kitten’s back slowly arched in a ferocious display, snaking sideways toward him in an effort to scare him away. 

Simon barked out a laugh. “Spitfire, huh?  Come on then, do your worst.”

An airy hiss and a swat were the kitten’s best efforts.

Beneath his balaclava, Simon smiled.  A few raindrops falling from the sky decided for him.  “Can’t stay out here, love.  You’re coming with me.” He looked down at himself.  Where the fuck was he going to put a kitten?  The kangaroo pocket on his hoodie might scare the poor thing, and it’s not like it would fit into his pants pocket.  Pulling his arms in through the sleeves, he turned his sweatshirt around to put the hood in front.  As gently as he could, he picked the orange tabby up, his large hand swallowing it whole, its tiny legs poking out from between his fingers.

He was met with Hell’s fury and a stern letter to the manager as he nestled the tiny thing into the soft basket of his hood.

“Easy, love.  You’re alright.  Let’s get you home.”

Simon cradled the kitten in his hood the rest of the way, his feet striding faster as the rain got heavier.

The pub wasn’t too busy this time of day, so it was easy to spot his teammates.

Price was the first to greet him.  A simple head nod and glass lift always did the job while a chorus of “Ghost!” and “L.T.!” rang out simultaneously from Gaz and Soap.

“Yer late, L.T.”

“Sorry, Johnny, I was bringin’ a friend.”  He carefully moved his hand away from the hood, and the kitten’s head popped out of it to much “oooing” and “aaahing.”

“And who is this?” Price, ever the gentleman, asked for introductions right away.

“I’m callin’ her ‘Honey*,’” Simon said as the kitten in question climbed onto his shoulder, meowing insistently at him.

“Aww, Ghost, that’s a sweet name–” said Gaz.

"Named her after my gun."

There was a pause and the sound of resigned acceptance.  "Of course you did."

“How do you know it's a girl?" Soap asked, examining Honey and trying to pet her.

"She ain't got balls."  Simon picked Honey up and turned her butt to Soap’s face.

Gaz sniggered into his drink while Price just smiled in his amused fatherly way. "Good work, Simon.  Good work."

Author's note: *Honey, as in the Honey Badger gun, or the Chimera as it’s renamed in the Modern Warfare II and III games.

[sassylich]

hi!! first off – just wanted to compliment your performance as faulkner!! the way you voice him is part of what initially drew me into the series, and i absolutely looove the way you portray faulkner's downward spiral through his tone... your voice was so haunting and enhanced the nuances of his character so well!! what really caught my eye (ear?) from the getgo was that switch from faulkner's chipper outward voice in ep1 to his sly inner monologue in ep2... chef's kiss!!

in short... faulkner's my absolute favorite and tysm for voicing him!!! just know that i was praising and cursing you in equal measure during the finale. I Am Never Emotionally Recovering.

...and also, as a southerner, hearing a va / character who talks in a similar manner to how i + my family talk is hugely satisfying!! thank you :-)

and second – would you mind explaining your song choices for your faulkner playlist? it'd be interesting to hear your particular thoughts!

hi!! thank you so much!! 💕 that switch from episode 1 to episode 2 is some masterful writing by jon, and figuring out how to nail it performance-wise was so integral to figuring out how to play faulkner as a whole!

also, i'm so glad this resonated with a fellow southerner!!!

as for the playlist, i can totally explain some of the song choices! i initially crafted it for myself as a mood playlist, and it ended up following his character arc as i made it, because it was made as the show was being released! like, bringin' home the rain is before the first episode, and muddy waters is the last episode! it's all vibe-based, ngl

[tarrensbookmarks]

Marvel

➼ Ulysses Klaue ‣Bringin' Home The Rain by the-eyes-of-andyserkis Ulysses Klaue x FReader [Part One] {Part Two] ‣Think I Need a Devil to Help Me Get Things Right by the-eyes-of-andyserkis Ulysses Klaue x F!Flight Attendant!Reader ‣Kitten's Got Klaue(s) by eupheme Ulysses Klaue x F!Reader ‣Fold Into Me by eupheme Ulysses Klaue x F!Reader

➼ Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier ‣Petrichor by thornsnvultures Bucky Barnes x Plus size!F!Reader

➼ Miguel O'Hara/Spiderman 2099 ‣Miguel x Short!Reader by sunflowersteves ‣You're The Sunflower by fxllfaiiry Grumpy!Miguel x Sunshine!F!Reader ‣Honey-Sweet by fettuccin-e Miguel x F!Reader ‣More Than Enough by moonlight-prose Miguel x F!Reader

➼ Moon Knight ‣The Shades of the Moon by missdictatorme Virgin!Steven Grant x F!Reader ‣To Be Loved by moonlight-prose Steven Grant x F!Reader ‣Subtle Things by moonlight-prose Steven Grant x F!Reader ‣Love in a Single Breath by moonlight-prose Steven Grant x F!Reader ‣Echoes of You by moonlight-prose Steven Grant x F!Reader + phone sex

➼ James Logan Howlett/Wolverine ‣Fisting with Wolverine by missredherring Logan x F!Reader ‣All Day Long by ozarkthedog Logan x F!Reader + object insertion ‣Intoxicating and Intimate by ozarkthedog Logan x F!Reader

dividers by saradika-graphics

[lousypotatoes]

I've Got A Smile On My Face

Pt. 1 Pt. 2 Pt. 3 Pt. 4 Pt. 5 Pt. 6 Pt. 7 Pt. 8 Pt. 9 Pt. 10 Pt. 11

Song Recommendation:

Always - Irving Berlin

Warning! This chapter contains depictions of panic attacks, and graphic violence! If this triggers you or makes you uncomfy in any way shape or form, please read with caution.

90 years ago...

It had been six months since Alastor kissed Y/N on her front porch. As expected, the two of them were now an item.

During the span of those six months, everything was absolutely perfect. The flower shop was thriving, Alastor's radio show was more popular than ever, Jasper didn't come by the shop since their interaction, and most importantly, Alastor and Y/N were so very much in love, Y/N felt that she fell more in love with him every time she saw him.

The only thing she didn't like about their relationship was the big secret she had to keep from him.

There were times that she oh so badly wanted to tell Alastor that her real job was killing people, and that running the flower shop was a cover up, but she was terrified that he was going to be disgusted with her, and leave her.

And Y/N didn't know what she would do if Alastor left.

It was mid afternoon, almost noon. The weather outside was very rainy and very stormy. Y/N was arranging the shelves, making sure the flower buds were facing the front.

It always annoyed her when customers would look at flowers and not put them back the correct way.

When she was done, she walked to the register and counted the money.

She sighed. Business was very slow that day, obviously because of the rain. She had almost considered closing the shop up early and going home, but felt it was better to just stay, just in case any customers came in after the rain cleared up.

Sitting down the chair behind the counter, Y/N put her head in her hands, bored as ever.

Hopefully Alastor would come and visit her. He always did, but Y/N thought he might not today obviously because of the stormy weather.

To her surprise and delight, she heard the bell ring, signaling that there was a customer.

"Hello can I help yo-Alastor!"

"Hello, my love," Alastor said, swooping down to catch Y/N in a kiss.

Y/N would never get tired of kissing Alastor, no matter how many time she did kiss him. It was like magic every time.

"How has your day been?" Alastor asked as he pulled away.

"Very slow, but much better now that you're here," Y/N smiled. "How was yours?"

"As slow as molasses," Alastor sighed. "I had to cancel all my broadcasts today because of this damn weather."

"Oh, that's a shame," she said. "It seems like this weather is bringin' everybody down."

"You can say that again," he said. "You thinking of heading home early?"

"I was thinkin' 'bout it," she replied. "I think I'll stick around for a few more hours."

"Well, if you're not busy tonight," Alastor said, grabbing onto her hips. "How about dinner at my place?"

"Depends," Y/N said, wrapping her arms around his neck. "Are you gonna be the one cookin'?"

"Of course," he chuckled.

"Then I'll have to take a rain check on that," she giggled. "Dinner sounds nice, what time should I swing by?"

"I prefer around six," Alastor answered..

"Six it is," Y/N said. "You gonna head back home?"

"I suppose so, yes. I gotta tidy up a bit."

"All that for me?"

"Only the best for you, my dear," Alastor said, sincere. "I'll catch you later tonight."

"Aw, alright," Y/N pouted. "If I ain't there by at least seven, you better come and get me and drag me back to your place."

"Alright, I will, I promise," he laughed before leaning down and placing his lips on Y/N's.

The kiss was sweet and loving, as it always was. The way their lips perfectly molded against each other, like they were made for each other, made Y/N's heart feel like it was about to burst.

The only reason they broke apart was so they could breath air.

If Y/N could, she would make Alastor her air.

"Goodbye, Al," she smiled up at him. "I love you."

"I love you most," he said, before letting go of her.

He gave her one more smile before walking out of the shop, the bell ringing, signaling his leave.

Y/N walked back behind the counter, a dreamy smile on her face.

"I'm going to marry that man someday," she dreamily said to herself.

Even though it was rainy and story outside, nothing could ruin this perfect day.

It was 5:45 in the evening. Y/N was counting the money in the register for the twelfth time that day.

Besides Alastor, only three other people came in the shop that day.

Screw the rainy weather. No one even likes rain that much anyway.

Looking up at the clock, Y/N decided that she was going to stop working, and head over to Alastor's

Going into the back room, she put the money into a safe under a fake floorboard, checked her nightly schedule for that week (thankfully she only had to kill two people that week), and grabbed her umbrella and her raincoat, preparing to go into the cold rainy weather.

Walking out of the back room, she was stopped dead in her tracks, a look of fear and despair on her face.

"J-Jasper," she choked. "What are you doin' here?"

The two of them hadn't interacted since the incident in the flower shop six months ago. Y/N had hoped that Jasper had taken the hint and decided to leave her alone.

But this was Jasper we're talking about, and things never were easy with him, no matter how big or small the situation was.

"Just came to say hi," he said, a sadistic and gleeful smile on his face. He was holding something behind his back, but Y/N didn't know what.

"It's been a while since we've seen each other, thought we could catch up a bit."

He started to walk closer to Y/N, she started to back up.

"So now you're with that mama's boy, Alastor Altruist, huh?" he said, still grinning. "Didn't think you would be into a weirdo like that, but oh well."

Y/N didn't say anything, too frozen in fear to say a single word.

Jasper then revealed what was behind his back. It was a long, thin, razor sharp blade, the kind that Y/N would use when she didn't feel like using any of her guns.

If you wanted to kill someone real quick, you would use a blade like the one Jasper had.

Y/N's eyes widened in fear and terror.

She had a small pistol in her office, but there was no way she was going to be able to get it without putting up a fight.

"Y'know darling," he drawled, creeping very slowly towards her. "I didn't quite like the things you said to me the last time we talked.

Y/N gulped, slowly inching herself towards a shelf holding a dozen flower vases.

Jasper didn't notice. "Not gonna say anything, huh?" he asked, eyes glinting sinisterly.

"Don't worry, I'm not gonna hurt you, I'm just gonna spill your fuckin' guts out."

Jasper lunged at Y/N, ready to strike.

Quickly, Y/N grabbed one of the vases on the shelf, and smashed it over Jasper's head, glass shards and flowers going everywhere all over the floor.

"You bitch!" Jasper snarled. He stopped in his tracks for a moment, clutching his bleeding head.

Y/N took this opportunity to try and run out of the front door.

She decided that it was stupid if she locked herself in her back room. If she ran out the front door, she could just run to the nearest public place and get help.

She was just a few feet from the door, when Jasper grabbed onto her wrist, twisting it hard.

Y/N turned around and was getting ready to punch him in the jaw, but that was replaced with a cry of pain and anguish.

Jasper had stabbed Y/N in the stomach, just above where her belly button was.

Y/N's eyes widened in surprise and fear, crying out again when Jasper stabbed her a second time.

"How does that feel?" he whispered. "Doesn't feel too good does it?"

"F-" Y/N stuttered. "Fuck you!"

With a snarl, Jasper stabbed her in the shoulder.

Blood was oozing out of all three of her stab wounds, staining both her and Jasper's clothes, and staining the white marble tile.

Jasper dragged her away, propping her in a siting position behind the counter.

"No one's gonna find you right here," he smirked. "Besides, you'll die in at least thirty minutes anyway."

Y/N knew that wasn't right, but didn't say anything, scared out of her mind.

What was she going to do?

She wasn't ready to die.

She didn't want to die.

What would happen to her shop?

What would happen to precious dog, Honey?

What would happen to Alastor?

As one last 'fuck you', Jasper bent down, kissed Y/N's sweaty forehead, and walked out the front door, the bell chiming.

As soon as he left, Y/N tried to get off the ground. She tried at least five times. But each time she tried, she failed, she fell back onto the ground with a painful wail.

After the fifth time, she stared up at the ceiling, wondering what would happen when someone found her body.

Maybe this was karma for all the people she had killed over the fifteen years she had been an assassin, she thought.

As Y/N thought about it more, she actually didn't feel like she was going to die. Yes, it was painful, but it just felt like she hadn't had any sleep in a really long time.

And she really wanted to sleep.

She looked up at the clock. It was 5:58.

She laughed dryly. If only she had left a little bit earlier, even if it was just a minute, she wouldn't of been on the floor bleeding out.

With one last sigh coming out of her mouth, she closed her eyes, succumbing to the darkness, and passed out thinking about Alastor and her dog.

In no way she was ready to die, or wanted to, but she accepted that there was nothing she could do, and that this was karma.

She deserved to die, she thought

CLIFFHANGER

i wont be uploading any time this weekend or next weekend because i'll be in disneyland

i'm so excited

stay safe and drink lots of water <33

xoxo, Izzy

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[stargirlfics]

are you still a fan of ulysses klaue? my pussy yearns, yet the content tumblr-wide is so dry 🥲 I may spam you with ideas if you're interested!

Oh absolutely!! I have a few new blurbs for him posted here at the bottom 😈 I definitely plan on writing more for him and I am always interested in ideas yes yes yes!! Send them my way I’d love to hear them!

And if you’re looking for more Klaue content I musttt make a few honorable mentions of some fellow writers who have written for him that I’m utterly obsessed with!

@citrus-moonlight’s Bringin’ Home The Rain series + her other Klaue blurbs and fics!

@viceofdionysus’s Ante Up

@eupheme’s Kitten’s Got Klaue(s)

@tarrenterror25’s I Always Find My Way Back To You series + other blurbs/headcanons!!!

And another mention on ao3 this time squidlywiddly87’s Here Comes Santa Klaue holiday fic

Every single one slaps and has made me yearn for this man harder and harder (kinda like how I’m trying to have him—dick harder than stone lolol) there’s just something about him and the need is ✨CARNAL✨

[citrus-moonlight]

Ok, a quick little update on "Salvation is a Deep Dark Well": I've decided to split up the next chapter into two, so this part of "Bringin' Home the Rain" will now be six chapters!

I'm just about at my current goal that I wanted to reach which was to have this draft fully written/on the page by the end of March, but it's already approaching 13K and I'm only just getting to the real editing and I was starting to feel a bit overwhelmed. SO, I was lying in bed the other night dwelling on it and realized that the solution was not to get stressed out by a large and growing wordcount while trying to reach my next goal (which is to publish chapter two in April), but was instead to split things up.

There's already a clear place where it makes sense to separate things and now it feels much more manageable, with the added bonus that everything is pretty much ready to go for editing so chapters two and three shouldn't be too far apart! Relatively speaking, lol.

I'm going to to do my best to get chapter two finished next month, but either way, now I can take some time to focus on the this next bit, which, I'll be honest, I am..rather excited about. 😏

[the-eyes-of-andyserkis]

Bringin' Home the Rain - Chapter 5: "Foundations"

Masterlist

Fandom: MCU - Age of Ultron, Black Panther Pairing: Ulysses Klaue x F!Reader Word count: 8.8K Chapters: 5/5 Rating: Explicit

Chapter Summary: You've passed the point of no return, but even now Ulysses Klaue seems determined to drive you mad.

Warnings: Explicit Rating, Alcohol, Blood and Injury, Minor Injuries, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Mild Age Difference, Reader is Late 30s, Masturbation, Smut, Smutty Smut, The Smutty Kind of Smut, Smut With Accidental Feelings, PWP, But a bit of Plot if you squint, Dirty Talk, Praise Kink, Teasing, Oral (M! Receiving), Reference to Predator/Prey, Vaginal Fingering, Soft Dom, Hair pulling, Begging, Finger Sucking, Spanking, Nipple Play, Oral (F! Receiving), Cock Warming, Mild Size Kink, Daddy Kink, Unprotected PIV, Creampie, Overstimulation, Multiple Orgasms, Needy Dom, Aftercare

A/N: Well, here we go! I really want to thank everyone so much for reading and following along as I figured this out, and anyone who has commented or left feedback in any way has been so appreciated. 💕 This started a three chapter rough draft back in May 2021, and has been sitting in the back of my mind since then. I'm so happy that I started this blog and found some lovely people who maybe would want to read a silly little fic I wrote, otherwise this likely wouldn't have seen the light of day!

So, thank you again for reading, mind the new tags, and I hope you enjoy this final chapter. 😉

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Title is from the song "Bringin' Home the Rain" by The Builders and the Butchers.

AO3 Link

You're evil as the demons that haunt you Forgetting what it was that they taught you And now there's no one left to stop you Or to catch you when you drop

“Now, take your clothes off for me.”

You hear the words but your vision is still swimming, your limbs shaky and hot, and with the ghost of his fingers still lingering against your tongue you can only stare as he pulls his belt all the way through the loops, dropping it to the floor with a metallic thud.

The sound of your name cuts through your reverie. 

“Did you hear me?” Klaue prompts.

“I did.” You give him a languorous smile, your hands drifting to the hem of your shirt. “It’s just that I was...still thinking about your fingers in my mouth.”

“Yes, you do seem to like using your mouth.” Klaue huffs a laugh before his eyes harden. “It’s going to get you into trouble.”

“I’m not already in trouble?” Tilting your head you frown in mock inquisitiveness.

“I haven’t decided yet.” Klaue replies slowly, pointedly flicking his eyes to where your hands continue to linger at your waist.

“What happens when you decide?” You ask, shifting on your feet when his eyes lock with yours, the flicker you can see even in the dim light daring you to find out.

"Take off…your clothes." Klaue’s voice is gravely quiet, and not filled with an abundance of patience.

Taking a steadying breath and fighting the temptation to keep pushing, you finally start to follow his command. You remove your boots first, glancing up to see him watching you intently, heat flaring low in your belly at the pleased look in his eyes. Straightening back up you lift your shirt smoothly over your head and let it drop to the floor, his eyes following your hands to where your thumbs hook in the waistband of your pants, pushing them past your hips and down your legs until you can step out and kick them to the side.

It had been on a whim that you’d chosen the underwear you did when you went back to your room to hurriedly change, the only set that wasn’t purely utilitarian. You had rolled your eyes at yourself at the time - what do you even expect to happen - but now you’re grateful for the impulse as you straighten your shoulders and wait, letting him take in the sight of you in black lace, the animal hunger on his face making your cunt throb.

“Not done”, Klaue rumbles, the smirk on his lips belying the control that you can sense slipping. An expectant look falls quickly into impatience while his fingers work to free the last of the buttons on his shirt until it’s hanging open, and you lick your lips when you see the grey flecked curls that spread across his chest and down his broad abdomen.

The air in the room feels charged and a shiver ripples beneath your skin as you bring your hands up behind your back where your fingers find and release the clasp there, then ease the straps from your shoulders, slowly exposing your breasts before letting it fall to the floor with the rest. It’s a heady feeling watching Klaue’s eyes slide a shade darker as they pass hungrily over your body, like the first sip of honeyed liquor that burns your throat but leaves a sweet tingle on your lips. 

You feel somehow more than just exposed under his gaze, as though he were seeing deeper than your skin, finding a hidden sliver that you didn’t know existed at the core of you. You find that you desperately want to know what it feels like to stand fully naked in front of him, want to know what else he’ll see, anticipation sending a shiver down your spine when your fingers ghost along the band of your underwear.

“Wait.” 

You stop at the word, your brows creasing with a faint frown. 

“Turn around,” he continues.

Though you’re uncertain at the shift you do what he says, slowly turning around and then waiting, considering what he might want.

“Did I say stop?” Klaue husks. “I don’t think I said stop.”

An idea swirls into your mind, then. With your back to him you start to tilt forward at the waist while at the same time slowly sliding your underwear down your legs, continuing to bend further than you realistically need to until the fabric is at your ankles, your position now a mimic of what you had done earlier in your workroom. Only this time there’s nothing covering you.

You tilt your ass up to expose yourself further, and when you chance a look back you see that Klaue's eyes are fixed between your thighs, his lips slightly parted, and you know that he can see what you can feel, your folds wet and shining from what an afternoon of frustration and just his fingers had done to you. When you start to straighten back up you hear a rough whisper. 

“Don’t move.” 

Keeping your hands braced against your shins you listen to Klaue’s heavy footsteps approach, feel him stop just behind you, and then you flinch at the skimming touch of his fingers along the outside of your hips as he traces your curves before sliding up to fit his hands in the dip of your waist. You can imagine him gripping you like this to fuck you back onto his cock and you think - hope - that’s what’s about to happen, but then he’s sliding his hands back down to your thighs, and when he nudges the backs of your heels you lose your balance and have to quickly reach your hands out to catch yourself on the edge of the mattress.

You hear him shifting and suddenly Ulysses Klaue is kneeling behind you, directly in line with your sex.

“Such a pretty cunt,” he murmurs as he settles behind you. “Is this what you wanted to show me?” His words are teasing as he drags his fingernails along the backs of your thighs and up over the curve of your hips. Stealing your words with his touch you can only gasp as he continues trailing a path across the sensitive line where your thighs and ass meet, goosebumps flushing across your skin and you shift awkwardly, trying to squeeze your legs together to get some relief from his inflaming touch. 

Just as you’re starting to sink into the sensation of it he spreads his hands flat on your ass, gripping you firmly to spread you open, his thumbs playing near your soaked entrance where he can see your slick mixing with fresh arousal and starting to drip down your thighs.

“Is this all for me, darling?” His words make you shiver and you’re sure that he sees your muscles clench in response.

“Yes,” you moan, greedily pressing yourself back into his hands. “God, yes.” Your body trembles and you start to pant as he continues to tease you, skimming just around the edges of your folds. His breath is warm on the backs of your thighs and you think he’s going to put his mouth on you but then he moves away, sliding his hands down your legs instead.

“Don’t move your hands,” he directs you, helping you step out of your underwear while you’re still bent over and then standing back up.

Your hips slide back, seeking him, and you don’t have to move far before you’re pressing against the tented fabric that’s stretched across the curve of his cock. He keeps his hands at his sides as you roll your slick center along the hard ridge him, your mind going loose and syrupy at the sensation as you lose yourself in the building heat of it, but then he pulls away from you causing your hips to dip back as you lose the resistance, and he chuckles at your whine of protest.

"Look at the mess you made." he tsks, the front of his pants now damp from where you were rubbing yourself against him.

"I think you're the one who made that mess," you reply, breathless. It's not your fault what he does to you, after all.

Jumping at the sound before you actually feel it, the sharp slap on your ass sends a spike of heat up your spine and your eyes are wide when you jerk your head to look back over your shoulder, fists tightening in the fabric under your hands.

Klaue is completely still other than a slow furling and unfurling of his fingers.

Your mind is heavy with arousal yet simultaneously crystal clear. Your eyelids are heavy now as you look from his hand back to his face, fighting the giddy smile that’s sliding across your mouth as you sigh and arch your hips in acquiescence.

A grin curves his lips as he lands another smack, harder this time, keeping his palm against your ass and massaging the spot that’s heating up now. Leaning over you his other hand slides into your hair and then he’s gripping it tight and pulling you back up, and you feel briefly weightless as the brace of the bed suddenly disappears from under your hands.

Pressing his face against your neck the scruff of his beard prickles against your hot skin, the musk of him filling your senses.

"Who made this mess?" He growls in your ear. It’s not a question.

"I did," you pant.

The third time his hand makes contact is the hardest and you yelp at the sharp sting that sits on the penumbra of pleasure and pain and you moan at both as you grind your ass back into his hand, the heat in your core coiling out into every limb.

"Would you like more,"  he squeezes your reddening cheek to emphasize his meaning. “Or would you prefer that I fuck you?"

"Mor- no, wait!” Your senses are reeling and it takes a good few seconds to straighten out your thoughts. “Fuck me, please." You feel him laugh against you at your panicked stammer.

Releasing your hair, he turns you around.

"Are you going to listen, then?" 

"Yes." you answer firmly, a pleased spark illuminating his eyes.

Now that you’re facing him, though, your attention is drawn to his bare chest and suddenly all you can think of is touching him. You need to feel his skin.

At first Klaue watches your hands warily as they start to move so you're relieved that he doesn’t stop you when you slide them up his chest, soft hair and warm skin beneath your fingers feeling like an indulgence after how many times you’ve thought about it. 

Dipping under the edges of his unbuttoned shirt you push the fabric aside, helping slide it off his shoulders and arms until it drops to the floor. For a moment you just look at him, taking in the firm curves of broad muscle, the way the tendons flex in his neck and jaw when your hands continue to wander across the broad planes of tattooed skin, fingers finding pathways between the ink, trailing over his belly and inexorably down to the tantalizing vee of muscle that dips below his waistband.

Klaue’s breath hitches when your hand slides over his erection and he quickly grabs your wrist, halting your exploration.

“None of that now, darling," his voice trembles and you're pleased that you've managed to bring down a corner of his defenses, even though you can immediately sense them strengthening again.

“Sit down,” he commands, stepping you backward with hands on your hips until your knees hit the mattress and you can’t help but tip back, landing with a bounce. Klaue follows you down so that he’s on his knees again, in front of you now.

”I’m..still not sure if I-” you start to reiterate your uncertainty, but your words trail off when his fingers press into the soft flesh above your knees, firmly coaxing your legs open. Leaning back on your hands you’re mesmerized by the sight of Klaue kneeling in front of you, his eyes heavy and focused only on your cunt as your slick folds open up for him.

"I’m going to taste you," he says with a rough sigh. 

Not a request but a foregone conclusion as broad hands slide up your thighs to span flat across your hips, pressing into the curve where they meet your thighs and framing your cunt as an artist deciding where to begin. His thumbs press and spread you open so that a little more of you is exposed, skating inward but not quite reaching your cleft. 

Taking you by surprise he suddenly leans forward and you gasp when his mouth closes around one of your nipples, holding it between his lips and quickly flicking his tongue across the very tip of the sensitive peak before releasing it and moving to give equal treatment to the other. Your body arches as sparks of bright heat jolt from the point where his tongue is awakening your nerves to slide straight down to your core.

Klaue keeps a tight grip on your hips to fix you in place as you writhe and he presses more firmly with the tip of his tongue, continuing to flick and circle while your body stiffens with waves of clenching ache until you’re breathless and trembling, your knees reflexively squeezing his waist where he sits between them.

You’re starting to think that you’d be ok if he just kept doing this when with one last flick of his tongue he sits back onto his heels and presses his lips to the inside of your knee, the drag of his beard tickling your skin. 

“You’re rather sensitive there, darling.” he teases.

“Mmmyeah.” you pant, still breathless. “I think- I think maybe you could do that all night if you wanted.”

“I’ll have to keep that in mind,” Klaue smiles against your skin and you try to ignore the swirl of hope at his words, at the thought that this won’t be the only time, that maybe he’ll want this - want you - again.

Your legs start to open wider of their own accord as his lips slide closer to your aching center, but when your arms buckle and you start to lie back he stops you, reaching an arm around your waist to drag you back to sitting.

“Stay like this,” he says firmly. “I want you to watch." His full lips are wet and glistening, matching the shine he’s left on your breasts, and when you nod they return to your thigh, sucking on the soft skin for a few moments before moving to find a new spot, leaving a trail of faint, rose petal bruises for you to discover later. It’s a concerted effort to brace your arms and hold yourself up as he continues his path inward, but you manage. Because right now the only thing you want is to be good. 

Anticipation fills your lungs, leaving room for almost nothing else as he finally reaches your mound and pauses to inhale you before meeting your eyes as if to make sure they’re still on him, his hands spreading you open to expose all of you now, shining and swollen, and a shuddering gasp escapes your lips when his tongue flicks out to finally taste you. 

The tip of his tongue explores you slowly, sliding through your folds, tasting, divining, making soft, wet noises as he starts to take you apart at the seams and you’re shocked at the delicate violence of it. 

"Sweet cunt." You almost don't hear Klaue’s whispered groan as he drags his nose through the thatch of hair between your thighs, inhaling you more deeply, and then for a moment he stops and looks at you; not moving, just looking as his breathing becomes slow and rough.

His attention should make you self-conscious but it's just making you more turned on and you’re sure he can see fresh arousal coating your sex, but you don’t have time to wonder about much else because then his lips close over your clit, dragging a moan from your throat as you try to control the buck of your hips while still trying to keep yourself upright. 

He doesn’t use his tongue now, instead he simply rests his lips against the sensitive bud and then slides slowly across it in a teasing drag, slipping and gliding against your inflamed nerves until you’re nearly on the edge from the slick friction, startled by how quickly the heat is pooling as his lips gently torture you, and then-

-he pulls back again, returning to his previous activity of kissing your thighs. 

“Fuck, why’dyoustopkeepgoing.’ You breathe out all in a rush.

“Are you sure?” He asks, his question infuriatingly coy.

“What?? Yes, oh my god,” you whine, rolling your hips against nothing and Klaue raises a Puckish eyebrow as you awkwardly writhe in front of him. 

“You didn’t seem sure, before.”

“Jesus, I am now, ok?” You know how pathetic you sound but can’t manage to care.

“Of what?” he coaxes you “Tell me.”

“That I want you to eat my pussy,” you moan, unable to hold back the desperation from your voice. “I want you to make me come on your tongue. Please.”

"Well, since you asked so nicely." His eyes flick back up to meet your pleading gaze. "But I'm going to need you to say my name first, darling."

"Please, Ulysses." With a rock of your hips you sigh his name.

He groans, rolling his erection against the side of the mattress.

"That does sound lovely coming out of your mouth," he grits, eyes still on you. "But that's not what I meant.” Klaue’s voice goes deep, and the timbre of it combined with the Cheshire grin on his lips tells you exactly what he meant.

You laugh, suddenly giddy as it dawns on you, and it’s not that you’re averse to it but the only time you’d said it before it had felt silly more than anything and you almost had to stifle a laugh at how out of place it sounded coming out of your mouth. But now, open and needy and aching for this man, every nerve desperate to burst into flame, you realize that you want to.

“Say my name and I’ll take care of you, Mot.” 

It feels worshipful, the whispered groan against your thigh. You watch him transcribing a prayer of fitful shapes on your skin with his tongue, tracing patterns older than Eros that you wish he were drawing on your clit instead, and then you feel something breaking open inside of you and it comes out in a rush of desperation mixed with utter certainty.

“Please, daddy. I need your mouth on my pussy, make me come, please.”

The last word falls to a keening cry when his mouth closes over you, no tentative exploration now as his tongue slides obscenely through every dip and fold of your sex, making sure he leaves none of you untouched, licking and sucking and truly tasting you now, the wet sounds he’s making against your cunt obscenely loud in the small room.

Then he drags his tongue down lower to dip inside of your entrance, his mouth open and panting over you and your arms shake as you watch him press further inside of you, tasting your essence as it leaks out onto his tongue.

He pulls away again but your moan transforms from protest to pleasure when he slides his middle finger into you the same way did when he had you against the wall, but now with you spread open like this he can press deeper, all the way to the knuckle and you can feel the ridges of the rings on his fingers bumping against your sex as he slowly strokes in and out of your tight heat. Your head lolls back when he adds his index finger and even though it’s a tease of what you really crave, the sweet stretch of it makes you sigh in relief.

"If just two fingers has you in such a state I can't wait to hear the sound you make when you take my cock.” You clench around his fingers at the deep rumble of his words and you can feel yourself sliding closer to the edge when he swipes his thumb over your aching bud.

"You don't have to wait," you reply, pleading, feeling your mind slipping away as an aching pressure swells deep inside you.

"But you do." he growls back, continuing the slow stretching pump of his fingers, watching where they disappear, slick and shining inside of you. “Because right now you’re going to come for me.” Klaue returns his mouth to your clit, pressing his tongue flat and stroking you firmly, the needy movements of your hips giving him their rhythm to follow. 

You try to stay upright but as your pleasure builds your arms buckle he doesn’t protest this time when you fall to your back, instead he simply moves one of your legs with his free hand until it’s positioned on his shoulder and then wrapping his arm up and around your thigh

Done with words now you can only make soft pleading whines with every ripple of Klaue’s tongue, his compulsion to tease you finally replaced with a single-minded determination to devour you. Capturing your clit in his mouth he draws his lips up and over the sensitive bud, releasing it with a soft, wet suck, continuing this until the rock of your hips becomes a little sharper and then starting to trace patterns with his tongue, searching for and finding the angle that makes you stiffen and working that spot until you’re trembling against his mouth.

The sensation keeps building hot and fierce and you feel like you should have peaked but you’re still rising. You can feel it deep in your core, in your thighs, curled behind your sternum and you can only inhale short gasps, your hands trying to grip the blankets above your head in your fists in an attempt to tether yourself. 

You’re not in control of your body any more, nor the sounds that you’re making as you moan unintelligible sacraments and when you nearly buck him off he pulls his fingers out of you to quickly grip your other leg, and you can feel the flex of his biceps against your thighs, pinning you, keeping you locked in place under his mouth.

“Ulysses??” Not a question but a plea, it’s the only word you can form right now as your vision blurs at the edges and for a split second you’re afraid he’ll stop, but then he’s groaning against your cunt, lips trapping and sucking your clit with a sudden fluttering suction and your back arches off the bed as you finally crash blindly into your climax. 

It hits you like a wave in the ocean and you dimly hear yourself crying out as you tumble blindly, barely able to catch your breath between the waves of it as he continues to suck and circle your swollen bud with his tongue, unrelenting as you writhe and moan and if you could form words you might be begging him not to stop, oh god please don’t stop. 

When your trembling hips finally start to relax into a softer rock against his mouth Klaue releases your clit and slides his tongue down to where you’re soaked now and then licks a stripe all the way back up your slit before resting his open mouth over your sex, soft and warm, and you shudder at the vibration that spirals through you as he moans softly, drinking in the last pulsing waves of your orgasm that roll against his tongue.

Cool air soothes your heated flesh when he finally pulls off of you, untwining his arms from your legs and standing up. As your vision swims back you’re half aware of him removing the rest of his clothes and boots.

“I think you’re ready for me to fuck you now, hm?” He looks down, smirking at the sight of you limp and panting on the bed, fabric still gripped tight in your fists.

That snaps you out of it. Your eyes fly open to see his broad, inked form standing over you, the scruff of his beard still glistening with your release, and when you see his cock hanging heavy against his thick thighs you sigh and instinctively open your legs wider, your body still aching for him, to be filled by him.

“Please,” You sigh with a languid nod as he steps back towards you.

”Impatient, are we?” Klaue taunts, the mattress dipping as he kneels and slides an arm under the arch of your waist to move you, always so damn smug as if it wasn't his intent all along to make you this way,

“Back” he says, and you try to help but barely have a chance to react before he’s lifting you, hauling you up the bed and you can only hold on to his shoulders and brace yourself until he has you positioned where he wants before pushing himself back up to kneel between your thighs, his hands quickly coaxing your legs back open. 

“Beautiful,” he sighs, and when you glance up at his face you’re surprised to find him looking directly into your eyes, and now you feel self-conscious. A rosy flush blooms across your chest and you’re burning so hot you almost can’t stand it, you need to get out from under his gaze so you reach for his hands where they rest on your knees, running over his fingers and up his forearms. 

“I need you. Need you inside me.” You moan and he inhales a sharp hiss through his teeth when your hand wraps around his cock, the tip dark and shining, and you can’t help a hum of appreciation as you grip him, hot and velvety under your fingers. 

"Jesus, you’re so fucking hard. Liked eating my pussy that much, did you?" You sigh, sliding your thumb along the sensitive underside of the head. 

"Stop." Klaue’s voice is dangerously quiet and you barely hear him, so distracted by the way he's thrusting slightly into your hand.

"Stop." He growls louder through clenched teeth and releases your legs from his grip. "Or you'll get nothing."

Your stomach drops as you quickly pull your hand away, yet even while hoping that you look appropriately chastised, you can’t help when your eyes are drawn to where his cock is resting on your abdomen. While you're certainly becoming quite familiar with him you only now seem to realize just how big he actually is as you look at the length of him lying thick and heavy against you, framed by the vee of your thighs.

"Oh." You release a shaky breath and he smiles at your expression of realization, licking your lips as you consider the reality of fitting him inside of you.

He doesn't touch you or himself for the moment, simply watches you with an appraising stare as you start to writhe nervously, and it’s not long before you let out a frustrated whine and adjust your hips so that you can rub your sex along his rigid length. But the friction isn’t nearly enough when his cock is so fucking close to where you want it, so you try to pull back enough that you can coax him towards to your entrance.

“God, please," you beg. "You’re going to drive me insane. I need you to fuck me. Ok? Don’t you want to feel how wet you made me? How tight I am for you?” You look up at him, desperation in your eyes.

Klaue’s eyes darken and he doesn’t have to say it this time, the command is clear from his expression and the way his hands move back to your legs, fingers digging into your flesh, and you close your eyes and work to still yourself until the only movement is the rise and fall of your chest.

“You’re learning,” he says with a pleased look. “Good girl.” Rewarding you by pushing your knees further back toward your shoulders he grips his cock and drags the tip through your folds, slicking himself up before sliding down until the thick head finds your soaked entrance. 

Realizing that you can feel him shaking, you glance up to see him watching you, the crease between his brows deep with concentration as he waits, and only when you meet his eyes does he start to press forward. 

Your eyelids flutter and a sigh of relief slips from your throat as he finally starts to stretch you open with a shallow thrust, pushing in just a couple of inches before pulling back out. Then another slow rock of his hips and he slides a little deeper now, his controlled movements making you acutely aware of every shift, every ridge of him as his cock drags against your inner walls. 

Klaue may be taking his time and letting you adjust to him but his features are tight with focus, sweat beading on his brow, and you can feel him working to hold himself back. His breath hitches as he presses forward against, watching where he’s disappearing inside of you until he’s maybe halfway sheathed. 

Just this stretch is already more than you expected, and even though it feels so fucking good and you just want to open up and take all of him you can’t help the tension that coils within you, and he must notice because you hear the rough gravel of his voice drifting up through the delicious ache of it all.

“Relax,” he hushes and leans over you, moving until his mouth is hovering above yours, flicking his tongue against your lips to coax them open and when they part as you tip your head up to meet him he captures your mouth, immediately licking deeper as you respond eagerly. Tasting yourself on his tongue as he deepens the kiss you can feel yourself softening, opening for him, and when you roll your hips again he slides a little deeper, your moan deepening in kind as you stretch to accommodate his girth. 

You let your hands slide across his shoulders, running up around the back of his neck and over the prickle of his shorn hair and he grunts against your mouth as you take him another inch. Pulling away from the kiss he drags his lips to you neck, raising goosebumps where his tongue laves across your skin, and when you feel his teeth slide along the curve of your shoulder your entire body arches all at once and you’re shuddering and rutting until he’s completely sheathed, the rough hair at the base of him pressed flush against the inside of your thighs.

"That's it. Knew you could do it." Then he’s pulling all the way back out of you and you’re whining at the loss even as your chest swells from his praise.

"Look at me.” His low command brings your focus back to him as he lines himself up again, chest heaving as he presses just inside of you, that intoxicating, molten look returning to his eyes. "You tell me if it's too much. Understand?"

You weren't quite expecting that, and it takes a moment to wrap your head around the shift.

"Because I'm done being gentle," he grits out and your skin prickles with anticipation as you moan and rock your hips, trying to take him further inside of you, but he holds you in place, waiting for you to acknowledge him.

"I understand." You finally say with a nod, and hunger singes the edges of his smile at your words.

A strangled cry wrenches from your throat as he buries himself in you with a merciless thrust, tears pricking the corners of your eyes at the bittersweet pleasure of the sudden breach, and the relief of finally having him coupled with the blissful sound of his long groan as he enters you has the feeling of gold light sliding through your veins. Giving you no further chance to adjust he thrusts again, and again, grunting every time he bottoms out and you try and fail to stifle your cries as he hits the deepest part of you, fucking you with hard, steady strokes. 

With another thrust he suddenly stills, keeping himself fully sheathed in your tight heat, using his weight to press himself as deep into you as he can and leaving you desperately trying to writhe your hips beneath him even though it’s pointless, because he now has you effectively pinned to the bed with his cock.

“Jesus, you feel-” he drops his head and pants against your neck, his words dripping against your skin like burnt honey. “You’re so fucking tight. Perfect cunt.” 

"What are you doing?" You moan, swallowing a sob. The sensation of him buried in you like this is beyond intense, it’s all you can feel, every shred of your awareness tied to where all of him is stretching and filling you and you're not sure if you can take it, yet you still need more. 

“What's the matter, darling?" Bracing on his elbows Klaue looks down into your face, seeming to enjoy your sweet agony beneath him. "I'm giving you what you wanted. Been begging for my cock all night, said you wanted me to make you take every inch of it. So you’re fucking taking it now, aren’t you?” His only movement is a roll of his hips to push himself deeper.

You can barely form a coherent thought, pleading curses falling from your lips as you’re caught in a whirlpool of bare, mewling need. 

"You've been so good for me.” He rolls his hips again. “But you've also been mouthy.” He chides and with a frustrated noise you hook your legs around his waist, pressing your heels into the small of his back to try to find some purchase to rock beneath him. “But you knew you weren’t going to get away with that, didn’t you?” 

The taunt of his knowing words suddenly brings you back, a reckless tingle sharpening your thoughts, and even though you’re fairly certain that you’re going to lose your mind from the overwhelming and relentless stretch of him, you force yourself to take deep breaths until your head starts to clear and your body relaxes, making it seem as though you’re giving in to him. 

Then, eyes heavy with lust you lean your head up, your voice low and needy when you whimper against his ear. 

"But I thought you said you were going to fuck me, daddy." 

Klaue’s smile is wild and a spike of adrenaline courses through you when he pushes himself back up, and abandoning whatever plans he had to continue teasing you he hooks your knees in the crooks of his elbows, forcing your legs back and open as he leans over you, bracing his hands on either side of your body and thrusting into you with a punishing snap of his hips. Pinned beneath the weight of him you can only cry out at how deep his cock feels now as he starts driving into you hard and fast.

“You mean, like this?" he growls above you, your only reply a stuttered “yes yes yes” as he finally fucks you, as he finally lets go, sweat dampening his curls and slicking your thighs, making the slap of his hips against yours wet and loud as he fucks into you, barely giving you a chance to breathe. 

"Poor thing, did you think I wasn't going to fuck this needy little cunt of yours like you deserve?" 

You can’t think of anything beyond how good you feel, the solid mass of him pressing down, shaping you beneath him so that you fit together the way he seemed to know that you would, replacing the ache of need with the ache of being split open and impossibly full.

“Christ, you feel so- is this where you want me? Tell me where.” Klaue stammers, a desperate edge to his words and you understand what he’s asking.

“Come inside me, please.” You beg, desperate to feel him.

“Come on my cock then, darling, and I'll give it to you,” he grits through clenched teeth, fucking into you deeper, pulling out as little as possible now and every roll of his hips creates an agonizing friction against your clit. The delicious mix of agony and pleasure with every thrust builds up and up and up until with a clenching cry your orgasm surges through you and you surrender to the feeling of everything all at once: heat and cold, tension and liquid, pitch dark and blinding light, and even through the thick haze of it you have a clear awareness that he’s ruined you completely, because how could you possibly want anything else after this?

Klaue is lost in you now as your cunt grips his cock, groaning praises as he fucks you through it until you feel his rhythm become frantic, his features twisting in ecstasy and then with a final rough thrust he stills, shaking against you until with guttural moan you feel his cock throb as he spills himself inside you. Releasing one of your legs he grips your shoulder and pulls you against him, keeping himself buried as deep as possible as he shudders, hips jerking against yours and you moan in bliss as you feel the warmth of his spend coating your walls, filling every last inch of you completely.

Eventually he releases your other leg and falls against you, though you keep your legs wrapped around his waist as you run your hands across his shoulders and catch your breath.

“Fucking made for me, darling,” he pants into your neck. “Could fuck you all night. My god."

You can only make a sound that’s a cross between a protest and a laugh at his admission.

"Hmm, maybe not this time." His low chuckle vibrating through you. "But you are going to give me one more."

You laugh again, not thinking that he could be serious as he pushes himself back up to kneeling, but when you look up at him you catch the rough glint in his eyes as he watches you expectantly.

“Wait, you’re not..I already- ”

"And I," he cuts you off with a quick thrust, "already told you that you're going to come as many times as I want.” 

You shake your head, incredulous even as you become distinctly aware that he’s still hard inside you.

"Jesus, I- Ulysses, I really don't think I can." 

"It also seems like you still have a few too many thoughts in that head of yours, don’t you?" He taunts while his hands slide across your hips and up the curve of your waist.

"Yes," you whisper, dropping your head as you recognize your own words spoken back to you.

"I want that to stop." He thrusts again, slowly, and the squelching slide back into you has you groaning as he watches the mess of his cum mixed with your release leaking out from where you're joined, dripping down to stain the fabric beneath you. 

Gathering some of the mixture from where his cock still stretches you open Klaue drags his thumb back up to your clit, using the sticky slick of both of you to slide just around the over-sensitive bud and you whimper as eddies of heat start to swirl again, unable to help the rock of your hips as he teases your aching flesh.

“There she is,” he hums as your muscles flutter around him, but it’s still so much and you can't quite let yourself submit to it. Squeezing your eyes shut you try to just focus on your breath as he continues to gently nudge your clit with a slippery thumb.

"Are you fighting it?" he asks, a fierce mirth in his voice. "That isn't going to work."

You reach your hands up to grip the slats of the headboard, and though you’re not sure whether it’s to brace yourself or to pull away Klaue seems to take it as the latter because he's gripping your hips and pulling you firmly against him, sliding his cock back into you in an agonizing grind, more of his cum leaking out of you as he presses deep.

“Please, let me feel your perfect, greedy cunt squeeze my cock one more time." 

The unexpected neediness in Klaue's voice sends another thrill of heat through your core.

“I want to. For you.” You sigh, licking your lips when you feel him twitch inside of you at your words.

“Then just breathe, darling.” The low grit of Klaue's voice soothes you as he slides his hands up your thighs and stomach to cup your breasts, brushing over your nipples before rolling them gently between a thumb and forefinger and making a satisfied grunt when you clench around him. 

Reaching further up he tugs at your arms, coaxing your hands away from the headboard and positioning them behind your knees so that you can hold yourself open for him.

“Just like that.” His words are deep and pleased as he admires you, a hand moving to your cheek, and you can’t help pressing into his palm. 

When his thumb brushes against the corner of your mouth you unconsciously turn your head to flick your tongue out and then he’s quickly pushing past your lips, letting you swirl your tongue around the digit for a few moments before pulling it out and sliding his first two fingers in to replace it, a heated grin curling his lips as he feels you relax into his touch.

“Just need everything, don’t you?” His eyes are a tempest blue as he looks down at you.

You can only hum around his fingers in reply, keeping your eyes on his as you take them deeper into your mouth, sucking and sliding your lips around them, and then he's pressing against your tongue, fingertips reaching the back of your throat so that you gag slightly, the ripple running from your neck down your spine to where you arch and roll your hips.

He continues this until your eyelids get heavy, your mind slipping away as he fucks his fingers into your mouth, his other hand returning to your center where he rests his thumb just against your clit, allowing you to take what you need, the rock of your hips becoming more insistent as you feel the heat of the orgasm he wants from you starting to rise.

Pulling his fingers out of your mouth he instead grips your thigh below where where your own fingernails are digging crescents into your skin as the pleasure swells up, every muscle taut, your cunt tightening around his girth until you’re almost pushing him out but he ruts forward to keep himself seated deep inside of you.

“There you go, I can feel it.” Klaue's face is a mask of concentrated lust coloured by an unnamed emotion that slides beneath his features. “So, do I know what you need, then, darling?”

You can only nod your head and keen as you hang over the edge.

“Say it.”

“You know what I need Ulysses, ohh don’t stop- ”

Your climax is sharp and bright as you tip over the edge with a choked cry, and you dimly hear him groaning your name as you come undone around his cock one more time. Light burns behind your eyelids as his thumb rubs firm circles on your clit, teasing out every little jerk of your hips, every last clenching wave of pleasure you’ll give him. Finally, it’s too much and you reach down to grab at his hand in protest and mercifully he lets you pull his fingers away from your overwrought sex as you finally collapse.

“Ok,” Klaue purrs. “Ok.” Slowly, he eases his cock out of you and you both moan at the loss, but when he doesn’t move any further you blearily glance up to see that his eyes are fixed on your ruined hole with a look of pained reverence, and when you feel the warmth of it you realize that he’s watching his cum dripping out and pooling beneath you with the rest of the mess you made.

With a rough sigh he pulls his attention back to you, and sliding his hands up your thighs he helps ease your legs back down as the ache in your hips from being in this position for so long starts to set in. You’re limp and unfocused and starting to shiver from the sudden lack of him as you come down, so he shifts you over and pulls the clean side of the blanket over you, covering you as much as possible.

You’re not sure how long he stays there but eventually you feel him get up and walk to the washroom. Lying with your eyes closed you listen to the quiet sounds of water running as he cleans up. 

Returning to sit on the edge of the bed a hand touches your shoulder and you turn your head to look at him.

“You should drink something,” he says softly. 

You realize that he’s holding out a glass of water and you’re so grateful as you become instantly aware of how incredibly parched you are, but when you open your mouth to thank him you instead let out a choked laugh which quickly dissolves into surprised tears.

Laughing again as tears spill and streak down into your hair you try to turn away and cover your face, but he sets the glass down on the side table and you feel his fingers firmly gripping your chin. 

“Look at me.” Klaue’s voice is calm but insistent. “You did so well, darling. You don’t need to hide.” When your eyes meet the seriousness of his the tension goes out of you, and you finally feel yourself starting to come back into your body.

“I’m ok.” You sniffle and swallow your tears. “Really.” After watching you intently for several moments he eventually seems satisfied and hands the glass of water back to you. 

��Drink. Then shower.”

Sitting on the edge of the bed in underwear and a t-shirt, wet hair tucked up in a towel, you watch as Klaue finishes getting dressed.

“Can I ask you something?” You say softly.

“Of course,” he replies, his gaze inquisitive as he tucks in his shirt.

You’re not even clear on exactly what you want to say and there are about a hundred thoughts fighting to get to the tip of your tongue. 

“How did you..know.” You try to bite back a smile, amused that you somehow feel shy even after what had just transpired between you. “I mean, I feel like I barely knew.”

He makes his way over to where you’re sitting.

“I didn’t, really. Not at first." He starts, sounding thoughtful. “But I wasn’t lying before, I did notice you right away in Utrecht. A beautiful woman alone? That’ll always draw the eye.” He says, grinning at your blush. “But then you walked right up to me and, well, I can’t say that’s something that happens very often. So you definitely had my attention.”

You look up at him standing over you, and even now you find yourself squeezing your thighs together at the sight.

“Then I looked into your background, and it turns out you're a bit of a risk taker, don’t like to settle in one place for long. Always looking for something. You intrigued me.” His eyes pass over your bare legs as he speaks.

“But then, yesterday,” Klaue pauses (and, god, was it only yesterday?), his voice dropping to that honeyed whisper again. 

“The way you reacted when I touched you. The way you pushed yourself back against me, rubbing right against my cock.” You flush and start to look down, but he hooks a finger under your chin so you meet his eyes. “I knew I could get you to let go. I just needed you to admit it.” 

“I might have sooner but I just..you throw me off balance,” you admit. "I don't usually need other people. I've always been fine on my own, I prefer it, honestly. But every time I would see you it felt like I couldn't look away. I tried not to think about you, and I did actually manage for a while. But then that guy attacked me.”

Klaue’s eyes go dark at the reminder. 

“The way touched me, and told me I had to rest.” You shiver at the memory of his firm command. “Then I really couldn’t stop thinking about you. Or your hands, for that matter. And I..”

He raises his eyebrows expectantly.

“That night was the first time I thought about you, when I touched myself.” You sigh, letting your legs drift open slightly. 

Klaue's breath quickens and he leans down to curl his fingers around your elbow, pulling you to standing. 

“When you say things like that to me, darling," he grits out, both hands gripping your hips, and you brace yours against his chest. "You said you didn’t know yourself, but you could have fooled me."

“I’m- I’ve never.. Listen, I’ve always liked it a little rough, I suppose. But any time I tried to ask for..more, guys would either shut down, or just not get it,” you shrug. “So I usually just let it go. It wasn’t worth the energy.”

“I’ll never understand.” Klaue shakes his head in exasperation, his hands sliding up under your t-shirt to find bare skin. “They’re all fools. The most arousing thing a woman can be is turned on. Every time I make you come, turning you into more and more of a needy mess, it just makes me want to do it again. And again. I want to find out what makes you feel good. I want to make you need me so badly it hurts, and then I want to be the one to give you relief.”

You can’t help the soft moan that comes from your parted lips at his words, but while you try to work out a more coherent reply his phone buzzes, and with a sigh he pulls it out to read the message before frowning and slipping it back into his pocket.

“I need to go,” he says, begrudgingly. “I’m leaving in the morning for about two weeks.”

Your stomach drops with disappointment, but it’s tempered by the realization that he’s telling you how long he’ll be gone.

“So, you want to see me again?” You ask, once again feeling silly at how bashful he makes you.

"I want to see all of you again,” he growls and pulls you against him, his hands reaching down to roughly cup your ass and angling his mouth to hover above yours.

“Ok.” you breathe, relief and anticipation swirling through you. “I’d like that.”

“Good. Because I haven’t forgotten that you said I could fuck your mouth, darling.” he murmurs against your lips and you press your body flush against his. 

“Hmm, I did, didn’t I?” you start to reply, but then his lips are on yours, cutting you off with a swipe of his tongue and you quickly deepen the kiss in turn, but before long you’re interrupted again by the buzz of his phone and with a sigh he finally pulls away from you.

“One more question” you say as he moves toward the door. “You said something. Before.” You shiver as you think about the words he whispered in your ear the first time he made you come. “Klein” means small, I think. But “mot“?  

“Smart girl,” he says, crooking a smile, and then after a pause: “Little moth." 

It might be the first time he doesn’t meet your eyes, and you tilt your head inquisitively while pushing down the tendril of affection that’s blooming in your chest.

“I noticed that you sometimes wander around at night,” he offers, shrugging as if it were a simple explanation.

“How- ? You’re not even here most of the time!” He grins at your exasperation

“I told you that I-”

“Yes!” You say, bemused, holding up your hands. “Yes, you know everything that goes on in this place. You know ‘every inch of it.’” You smirk, making quotes with your fingers, parroting his own words back to him, now.

“Not quite yet I don’t.” His eyes slide pointedly down your body. “But I will.” Your lips fall open wordlessly as he turns and opens the door. “Think about me while I’m gone, darling.”

Then you’re staring at a closed door.

Goddammit.

It’s going to be a long two weeks.

A/N #2: Another quick note, that although this part is finished and can function as a stand alone story, as I mentioned in my WIP post, Klaue and Reader will continue to get up to shenanigans! I do have other things I also want to work on so I don't really have a timeline, but updates will be made as things move along.

Thank you so much for reading, I love you all!

[lcngdays]

now playing: bringin' home the rain - the builders and the butchers starter for: @miidnighters

"i'm pretty sure i'll drown some day." They're rambling, but they can't help themself. They don't even know why. They've been sitting next to this woman on the bus for nearly twenty minutes, and somehow Kennedy had muddied the waters by rambling. Which was fairly typical for them. "like, there will be no one there to tell me about the depth of the water, or the trouble that i'm in."

[doyourememberrocknrollradio]

The Builders and the Butchers - Bringin' Home the Rain

[chiropteracupola]

tagged by @graveyardrabbit to share five songs I've been listening to repeatedly! thank you - here they are!

unfinished business - mumford & sons (this is a cover, but I've found I enjoy it much more than the original. I really do feel like the story of a ghost returning to the lover that killed them does call for some Strong Banjo.)

updraft - hawktail (twangle twangle twangle String Instruments! it's a good song for a rising late spring.)

bringin' home the rain - the builders and the butchers (my dad recommended me this one. night-journeying kind of music, although I don't do much of that these days.)

hundred days - the bengsons (music to wake up to. music to wash dishes to. music to randomly spin around in circles to while walking outside.)

lonely boy - the black keys (a rare Nostalgia Favorite that's exactly as good as it was when I first heard it!)

and I shall tag... @anotherscrappile, @dxppercxdxver, @sailorpants, @natdrinkstea, @cadmusfly, and anyone else who feels like sharing.

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"Circle around. Don't let them slip by." Voices whispered, filling the air.

Dog barked at the noise, Natalia grabbed hold of him, keeping him close to her as they tried to find the unknown sounds.

"Keep them together."

"You die now."

Walkers loomed towards them through the rain and fog.

"Go. Now." Michonne ordered, quietly.

A woman with a bandage around her head picked up the mask, whilst Aaron and Daryl lifted Jesus's body, to take back with them to be buried.

Natalia attacked the walkers that got too close to them.

"Go. I'll cover you." Michonne told her, as the others left.

An walker with a knife went to sneak up on Michonne, but Natalia got there quicker, stabbing the female walker in the head.

They both peered down on the "walker." Before meeting each others eye, nodding.

"Come on! Let's go!" Daryl called for them, he then locked the gates of the cemetery behind them.

"So you managed to climb over the gate, huh?" Natalia spoke to Michonne, as they walked, the sun was up, it was the next morning.

"See you managed to find your way back home."

"As you can see, it was a short stay."

"I saw them, the kids, hear Evie's gonna become Enid's second."

"I didn't know that."

"She's a good kid, they all are." Michonne spoke. "The baby, is that..."

"Yep. Archie, Archie Carl, he's ours." Natalia answered.

"Oh, so you guys were busy, in the woods." Michonne smirked at the woman.

"Who are these guys?" She pointed at the two women ahead.

"Yumiko and Magna." Michonne interrupted their muttering to each other.

"Ah, part of the group that my niece brought back."

"You the famous Aunt Nat who would've fought for our stay?" Magna looked over her shoulder at the woman.

"Who the hell would even think about doing this?" Yumiko rambled, passing the mask thing to Magna.

"I suspect some vessel filled with a chunky salsa of abnormal impulses and metastasized rage." Eugene gave his input, as Michonne and Natalia helped him walk.

"It's full on bat-shit." Magna shook her head.

"You think there's more?" Aaron asked.

"Yeah." Daryl nodded, looking around.

"So, what do we do?" Yumiko asked.

"Right now, keep moving." Michonne told her.

Once they got to the horses, they were able to put Jesus across it, to get him back with them.

Daryl looked back at the two women, who were riding the other horse.

"Judith vouched for 'em, so do I." Michonne spoke.

"All right." He grunted.

"It's gonna mean a lot to them." She continued. "Bringin' him back. Burying him."

"Sorry I couldn't do that for you." Daryl apologised, even though Natalia had been pushing onto him that that wasn't his place, and he didn't need to, he never listened.

"I'm sorry I couldn't do it for all of us." Michonne said. "Thank you, both of you. For trying to find him. And... for after."

"What matters now, is that we're together, now, that you were there." Natalia told her.

"Thanks for saving my ass back there." Michonne smiled.

"Just paying back the favour, 'Sides, I wouldn't let my best friend go like that." Natalia returned the smile, holding hands for a brief moment.

Dogs barking started again.

"We got some tails." Magna said.

"The living kind or original recipe?" Eugene asked.

"Let's find out." Daryl decided. "Good Dog."

They had got to a bridge.

Walkers were making their way towards them.

Daryl had shot at their legs, working out which was a walker and which was pretend, he found out as the man let out cries, the walkers quick to take him down for them as they tore the man apart.

A few turned away as others continued forward, then one man brandished his knife, running for Michonne, who sliced off his arm, stabbing him in the chest.

Natalia went for the girl who attempted to walk away, knowing she wouldn't get out of this, she dropped to her knees, hands up in the air.

"Nat! Wait" Daryl stopped her from killing the girl, ripping the mask off, revealing what looked to be a teenager with long dark hair.

"Please..." She sobbed. "Please don't kill me. Please."

Natalia dragged her knife back with her boot, slowly crouching down to pick it up without taking her eyes off the girl.

"How many?" Michonne asked, catching the mask Daryl tossed her.

"Please... you killed them all. It's just me now." The girl cried.

Natalia held her own knife to the girls throat.

"I don't believe you." Michonne spoke for her.

"There ain't no time. We'll take her with us." Daryl spoke, spotting the herd closing in on them.

"Get up, slow." Natalia breathed, grabbing the bit of rope that was handed to her, tying the girls hands together behind her back.

"Hey, you try anything, you won't have to pretend." Michonne threatened.

"Let's go. Come on." Daryl encouraged, taking the girl from his wife's grasp.

They soon made their way back to the Hilltop, the girl had a white bandana around her face, blocking her view as she sat on top of the horse.

The people of Hilltop gathered to welcome their leader back.

Tara and Enid left the house, with the twins following behind the young woman, Archie was on Tara's hip. 

Daryl, Yumiko and Magna helped get Jesus down, as Michonne and Natalia yanked the girl off the horse, dragging her towards the cells.

"This who did it?" Tammy- Rose asked, once the people of Hilltop had realised Jesus's fate, their relief and happiness quickly vanishing

"No. One of her people." Michonne answered.

"You locking her up?" She continued to pester with questions.

"We're getting answers." Tara told her.

"And then what? Tara, Jesus trusted you, so we're all lookin' to you now. But people are gonna want justice for this. And when that time comes, we're gonna look to you for that, too." 

"I know." She promised, following the pair, Daryl had also caught up with them.

"Evie?" Natalia gasped, spotting her daughter in one of the cells, Henry was in the other.

Daryl opened the door, pulling her out.

"Get inside." He told the other girl, pushing her in.

"Daryl?" Henry called.

"Evie, what the hell are you doing here? What are the both of you doing here?" Natalia looked at Henry through the bars as she assessed her daughter.

"Drunk and disorderly, you can either bunk her up with Henry, or call her sentence." Tara told her.

"What's going on?" Henry continued to look for answers.

"Jesus is dead." Daryl spoke, glaring at Evie, she was supposed to be babysitting, and now she's being sentenced for drunk and disorderly, with Henry of all people.

Tara and Michonne dealt with the other girl as Daryl unlocked Henry's door, pushing Evie inside.

"Both of you shut up, we'll talk about this later." He growled, as they turned to watch the interrogation.

"How many more of you are there?" Michonne pressed, when she kept bullshitting.

"They're all dead." She cried. "My family's dead. Please just stop."

"Not until you start answering our questions."

"Your name. Start with your name." Tara said.

"I told you, I don't have one." She answered. "None of us do. None of us did. That's not how it worked."

"How did it work?"

"Why do you wear their skins?" Daryl asked. "Answer!" He demanded, when she was quiet.

"They were good people." She sobbed harder. "We were good. It's what we did to live. That's-- That's all we wanted to do. Live."

"Bullshit." Natalia scoffed.

"Oh, you're saying you had to do this?" Tara asked.

"You wouldn't understand." She shook her head.

"Then make us understand. What the hell were you doing?" Michonne tried again.

"We, we were just trying to see if they were good people, too. But then you attacked us, and now they're dead."

"We attacked you?" Natalia took a step forward. "Sweetheart, we were tryna find our friend, and you and your "good people" ambushed us." 

"They're dead. They're all dead. And I don't have anything." She cried for herself, but no one was buying it.

Michonne clamped a hand on the back of her chair, stopping her from rocking backwards.

"What did your people know about us?" She asked. "Do they know about this place?"

"I don't know."

"Huh?"

"I don't know. I don't know anything. They didn't tell me anything. Please stop asking me. Just leave me alone, please. Please just leave me alone."

They sighed in defeat, leaving the cell's.

"I don't trust a word coming out of her mouth." Michonne started.

"She's a good actor, I'll give her that." Natalia sighed.

"We'll get it out of her." Daryl promised.

"We try again in the morning." Tara decided.

"You'll have to do it without me." Michonne told them. "Taking my people back first thing. Can't risk them not knowing about this back home."

"Okay." Tara nodded. "Thanks, for being here and for helping. That group you brought in, I'm gonna let them know that they can stay. I guess that's my call now. That's what he would've done."

"Thanks, Tara."

She nodded, heading off to go deal with her duties, and to probably go check on her girlfriend.

"Keeping her here is a risk." Michonne told the pair who were still there. "You both know that."

"Yeah, I know."

"Her people, you reckon they'll come for her, I mean, she looks Evie's age, think she's got a parent, someone looking after her?" Natalia asked.

"That's what I'm worried about." Michonne admitted.

"I'll get her to talk." Daryl nodded.

"If she doesn't... You know what you have to do."

"We'll get her to talk." Natalia stepped in. "I'm gonna go check on the kids, you find out what the hell Evie and Henry did last night." Natalia told Daryl, hugging Michonne.

"On it."

"Hey, come meet, Archie, officially." She smiled at her friend, pulling her away.

Rosita had been watching the twins and baby, whilst Siddiq fixed Eugene's knee.

"Mommy!" Daisy called, spotting her as her and Michonne walked into the infirmary.

"Mommy!" Bambi repeated as they both swarmed to hug her.

"Hey, hey guys, hanging out with Aunt Ro and Eugene and Siddiq?"

"Mommy, Siddiq popped Eugene's knee in and it went phew and it cracked and it was so gross!" Daisy smiled excitedly.

"Glad I could be of service of entertainment to your younglings after saving my life, today." Eugene nodded at her.

"Oh, wow, so having fun, then?" Natalia laughed, taking the baby that was handed to her. "Thanks, Rosita, Thanks Eugene."

"'Course, anything for these lil guys." She patted the twins heads. "And that bundle of cuteness."

"Hey, Bam, Daisy, I want you to meet another one of Mommy's friends, this is Aunt Michonne."

"Hi." They waved at her.

"Hey, guys, I used to know you when you were this big." She smiled at Archie.

"Oh, yeah, I remember that." Daisy lied.

"No, you don't." Bambi scowled at her. "Mommy, Daisy's telling fibbers, again."

"Hey, guys, why don't you go find Uncle Aaron, ask him to show you the animals." Natalia told them.

"Okay!"

"My kids, everybody, you gotta love them." Natalia commented, when the girls ran out the door. "Anyway, this is my favourite child, because he can't walk or talk yet."

"Awe, come here, Archie." Michonne let out a sigh, taking the baby, who apparently loved cuddles with everybody, something they discovered very quickly, after getting to The Hilltop.

After Daryl and Natalia left to go rescue Eugene, Tara had begun passing the baby around as though it were a meet and greet back in the day.

"I didn't even know you guys would ever have another kid." Rosita folded her arms across her chest.

"We didn't think we would either, it was an accident, y'know what I mean. But I'm grateful, because of you." She kissed Archie's cheek.

"I think after the third kid, you gotta stop using the accident excuse." Rosita chuckled.

"It was, I swear." She put her hands up. "Y'know, I thought he was a girl the whole time, until I gave birth, the lil sneak."

"How did you and Daryl manage that, that's really dangerous, Nat." Michonne told her.

"Oh, Daryl wasn't there, just me, I was in a cabin, so it was fine, and Evie left to go find him and the twins, but it was fine, we're both alive, and I've dealt with worse, it was a piece of cake."

"Have yet to work out if you are terrifying or truly an amazement." Siddiq shook his head.

"I prefer being acknowledged as both." She shrugged.

"Neither of 'em will talk." Daryl told her, catching up, after putting the two teens back in their joint cell.

They were watching Aaron show the twins the horses, Natalia hugged Archie to her.

"Really?" She asked.

"Yup, won't give me names, where they got it from, but they're real sorry, think Henry's more sorry than Eve, she was more pissed at him."

"Good to know, we really gonna leave her in there?"

"Rules of the Hilltop, she wanted to come here and get lit first chance she got, that's her problem."

"Yeah, you're right, I just, I can't believe she would do something like that, y'know? We didn't raise her like that, hell, I think the last time I had alcohol, was the day before I met her."

"You mean, when we had spaghetti instead of going to that party, an' you got hammered."

"In my defence, it was my birthday." She ignored Daryl's furrowed brows at her confession, changing the topic, quickly. "What are we gonna do about that girl? The other one."

"I'll talk to her, find out what she knows." Daryl shrugged, taking Archie out of her arms. "And if that fails, thinking maybe you could. You're the best judge of character we got."

"I don't want to trust her, I don't want to figure her out and find out why she's walking around with walker faces on, unless it's something that's gonna harm us or our people."

"But you do want to." He finished her train of thought. "She's a kid, and something's nagging at you, I know."

"I think you know me a bit too well." She folded her arms across her chest. "It kinda bugs me actually, If I'm being honest." 

Jesus's funeral was held the next day, it was a tough conversation to have with the twins, especially considering they would have to explain that the man they met with the funny name, just the day before, had come back dead, and what a funeral even was.

But for two five year olds, they had managed to stay very respectful, listening carefully and being quiet throughout the whole sermon, even though Daryl and Natalia were mourning their friend, they were both very proud of the twins, they just hoped this was the last funeral they would be attending.

After, Daryl had left to go deal with the girl in the cell, to get some answers.

After setting Archie down for a nap, and giving the girls an activity, she found Daryl sat outside the cell window.

She took a seat beside him, hearing three voices talking.

"I'm Henry, she's Evie."

"Henry, my dad's seriously going to kill you if you don't shut up." Evie's voice hissed.

"Evie relax, he's not here. No reason to be rude to her." Henry told her.

"I'm Lydia." The girl ignored her worry.

"My parents, they don't wanna hurt you, they're good people too, but, your people gave us a reason to feel threatened, just be honest with my dad, and it'll turn out better for you." Evie told her. "If not, then it's only self defence."

Daryl and Natalia silently low-fived, that was their girl.

They had sat out there most of the day, listening to the three teens talk, how Lydia opened up, told them her story.

When Natalia returned from checking on the kids, Daryl would quietly fill her in on anything important, but only when he felt he had to.

"I remember that look in his eye. Still see it. How cold it is. Was." Lydia corrected herself, telling them about her father. "Why am I even telling you two this?"

"Beats the quiet. Beats being alone."

"Alone, seriously?" Evie scoffed.

"I've never been alone." Lydia continued. "My people travelled in groups with the dead. I miss the sounds... the smell..."

"Not gonna lie, walking around in dead people's skins is pretty messed up."

"I've been covered in guts of the dead, and I would still prefer that over wearing their faces." Evie kicked something as she sighed.

"Thinking this place isn't gonna fall like every other place... that's messed up."

"It's not, because it won't, these people worked hard for this, they didn't take any easy routes out." The blonde got defensive, She had also dealt with shit during the war, things she couldn't forget.

"Evie, chill out." Henry told her.

"Your dad's an asshole like mine." Lydia spoke up. "All you did was sneak out. Is it even that hard? Are there a lot of guards posted here?"

"We're not dumb enough to fall for that." Evie raised a brow. "And my dad's not an asshole. You're just a stranger, he's an actual good person."

"Your dad doesn't even wanna be here, he's only doing it for your mom and my mom." Henry told her. "That's why he had you living in the woods for years, with your sisters and brother."

"That's not why." She scowled at him again.

"I thought you said both your moms died." Lydia stood up, looking at the pair as they sat on opposite sides of the small bed.

"Second mom, I mean." Henry corrected. "They're both tough. Not somebody you want to mess with."

"I used to call mine my back up." Evie scoffed, "She's been my mom longer than my real mom was, same with my dad, I barely remember them, my first dad, he used to have a crush on my mom, and so did my second dad, guess he got it in favour that the first died in her arms." She laughed.

"Hey, what happened to your dad?" Henry asked Lydia.

"My dad was a stupid man. My mom, though, she kept me alive. Kept me safe. She's a lot like your mom's. You don't mess with her, either."

They had no choice but to interfere when Henry started talking about the Kingdom, even when Evie kept telling him to shut up.

"Hey. What's going on?" Henry asked.

"You been pardoned." Natalia told him, unlocking the door of the cell door. "Both of you. Let's go."

"Mom." Evie started.

"Let's go." She pushed both of them forward.

Daryl was waiting for him at the top, grabbing hold of the boy and yanking him forward.

"What the hell's wrong with you?" He circled the boy. "Huh? Telling her about the Kingdom? What if there's more of her people out there? You got family at the Kingdom."

"I'm sorry. Okay? I didn't think that it would..."

"I told you!" Evie yelled.

"Wait. You were listening?" He caught on.

"Yeah, of course we were, me and Nat, few of the others, we've been switching off, seeing what she'd say to you."

"You were using us."

"Yeah and it was workin', too." Daryl stared coldly at him.

"She's a good person who got messed up out there. And she's right about you. You know that? You're an asshole."

"Henry, shut up." Evie pushed him back. "You were being stupid, what for some girl that you just met? What happened to Enid?"

"Oh, yeah, that's why you were sucking faces with Gage. I told you we should've stopped drinking, but no Evie never wants to listen." He pointed at her, who's face had got completely red, as she backed down. "You want answers, get 'em yourself." He looked back to the girls parents, before walking away.

"Evie? Who's Gage?" Natalia demanded.

"No one, just.. leave it alone." She scampered as well, before her parents could interrogate her too.

Daryl was even more angry, when he went down to talk to Lydia.

Natalia decided to spend the remainder of the day with Archie, taking him in, appreciating him, soaking up how little he still was, and when the girls were done with their chores, they joined in, she gave the teenagers their space, knowing they needed it.

At night time, Archie was kicking up a fuss, whilst the twins were trying to sleep, Natalia guessed he was missing his dad, considering he'd barely seen him for the past couple of days.

She left the trailer, the one her and Daryl had got married in when they escaped all those years ago, to get some fresh air, trying to soothe her sons cry's.

"It's alright, shh, lovey, it's okay." She tried, bouncing him as she went in search for her husband.

When she had found him, he pulled her to a stop, covering her mouth as he pointed ahead, three people were scampering around, whispering, Evie, Henry and Lydia, until Lydia demanded to go back to the cell.

"If my dad catches us, we're all gonna be in so much trouble." Evie complained, as they rushed past, not even catching the two adults.

"He's not gonna catch us, we're putting Lydia back, so it's fine, right Lydia?"

She didn't give a response.

Natalia was the one to give the girl her breakfast, finding the two other teens right where she expected.

She had moved silently in order to not wake them. She noticed how Henry and Lydia were holding hands, and Evie curled up by herself, away from Lydia's cell.

"Ahem." She cleared her throat.

"Mom." Evie gasped.

"Mrs Dixon, this was my idea, she didn't wanna be alone, so we were just keeping her company." Henry sat up.

"Go." She nodded her head. "Go help your father with the kids"

"Will do, sorry mom." Evie kissed her cheek as she scrambled past, Henry followed.

"My ear hurts. Everything hurts." Lydia told her. "Does Daryl still have those pills?"

"You should know something, my husbands the soft one, after what you tried with him, I'm not falling for your bullshit." Natalia sighed, setting down the tray of food, grabbing a seat to sit down in.

"My mom's not coming for me." Lydia said. "None of them are. If someone dies or gets taken or whatever, they move on. Like they never existed. That's how it's always been. They don't come into contact with big groups unless they don't have a choice. That's why I-- I was trying to find out everything I could about you. 'Cause then when I escaped. I'd have something to give them. A reason for them to take me back."

"Your mom needs a reason to take you back?" Natalia asked, tilting her head.

She looked down.

"Think our moms would've got on pretty well." Natalia commented. "Except, my mom was clean, very clean, she wouldn't of been walking around with masks of dead people. She would've washed her hands with me if she could. She never hit me, never often, only when I deserved it, to make me better, she hated it too, because she loved me, and it hurt her more to cause me pain, but, she was mostly the type of parent that liked to pretend her kid didn't exist, unless it was something she could shove in other people's faces, prove to them that even as a single mother, she was better than them."

"What about your dad?" She asked.

"My dad was my best friend, and I was his, until he died, when I was four, allergies of all things, sometimes, I used to wonder if my mom did it, if she killed my dad just to get rid of him, but she loved my dad more than she liked me."

"Did she make it?"

"I don't know, she went on a cruise, with my step-dad, right before shit hit the fan, she's most likely dead, or she could still be on that boat, just sailing around the world, avoiding all this shit." Natalia finished talking about herself, opening herself up had done the job, she could see it on Lydia's face. "Where are our people, and don't bother lying to me, I can tell."

"If my mom found them... I can't think of a reason she'd keep them alive. Sorry." She sighed.

Natalia caved, tugging out the bottle of pills Daryl had handed her when she left, moving to drop them in the girls hand, then grabbed a spoon full of water, handing it to her.

The girl graciously accepted it, throwing the pills back.

"See what happens when you co-operate, you earn things." Natalia took the spoon back. "She got a camp somewhere?"

"Near the guard bridge. Maybe a mile east. But we don't-- They don't stay in one place for long."

"What you told my daughter, and Henry, about your family, were you telling the truth?"

"I thought all of it was." She answered honestly. "I needed it to be. But I had it all mixed up. It was a lie, but... the lie wasn't mine."

"Your mom told you it all, like she was the good guy, right? Until you believed it."

"Deep down I knew, I knew what she was. I knew what she did." Lydia agreed, sadly. "My dad was my best friend, too. But then, he was against the wall, scared. And my mom was there. Had that cold look in her eye. Then she-- She got her knife. And then she-."

"I know." Natalia sighed gently, soothingly. "It's okay. I know what you mean, that's alright."

"I'm sorry I couldn't help you." She apologised. "I'm sorry I wasted your time."

"You've done more than enough, Lydia, don't worry about it. Eat your food. Evie is a talented doctor, get her to check you over, considering you seem to know her quite well, on your midnight strolls."

She then left the cells.

"So this whole time. Lydia's mom made her think it was her fault her dad died?" Henry badgered her, as soon as she left the cells. "Why would a mom do that to a kid?"

"Sometimes, people end up with kids when they shouldn't, just how it goes."

"So what happens now?" Henry asked. "Can she stay here with us?"

"It's not up to me, come on, get Lydia some fresh clothes, I'm gonna report back to Daryl and Tara, see what we can do about scoping out that camp. Maybe after you can point out to me who this Gage person is."

"He's an asshole." Henry gave his opinion as he walked the other way. "I told Evie she could do better."

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