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darklydeliciousdesires · 1 year

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Ménage à Mayan - An Angel Reyes/Reader/Manny One Shot Story.

You’ve been left frustrated by the actions of your scumbag boyfriend one too many times, when Manny and Angel sweep in to remind you what it is to be desired. Also features a couple of little guest appearances at the end I think a few of you might be excited to see again!

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Warnings - Threesome smut below the cut, minors DNI!

“I fucking hate that guy, man,” Manny begins, shaking his head as he sinks his beer, picking up a fresh one from the bar.

“You only hate him because you wanna go lay your pipe right up in his woman,” Angel mutters, nudging him with an elbow. Manny frowns, his smile suddenly widening, poking his tongue out between his teeth a little before laughing, low and dirty.

“You got me, homes,” he begins, wrapping his arm around his friend’s head and kissing it. “I think in the interests of club harmony, I shouldn’t rock the boat, though.”

Angel snorts. “Why? It’s Isaac, bro. Even half his own club don’t like him. You railing his ole’ lady ain’t gonna have shit to do with club politics, man. Just don’t fucking get caught.” He looks thoughtful, Angel beginning to grin wider. “If you don’t fuck her, I will. You seen that ass? Damn.”

“Or,” Manny begins, sniffing, “we could share?”

Immediately, Angel looks sharply to his side, his face alight with mischief. “Hmmm...”

“You in? Ain’t gonna be embarrassed when I pull my dick out and you realise it’s longer than your forearm?”

Angel snorts, grasping his crotch. “I got enough down here, mano. Trust me, ain’t nobody getting embarrassed. I’m in. Now, we just gotta lure her away when he passes out, because that dude is drunk as fuck. Ain’t gonna be long.”

While the two handsome Latino men are discussing their plans for you, you’re having an awful night, once again having to deal with an absolutely bombed Isaac, thinking that what you signed up for most definitely was not what you’re now getting; him being too hammered to even function. There are pass outs all around, guys taking women off to the bunk rooms here and there at the Sons clubhouse, with you knowing that if you want a comfortable place to rest and let the drunken fool currently lolling all over your shoulder sleep it off, you need to act fast.

“Come on, get up,” you order him, Isaac grunting as you pull him to his feet,

“Where we going, huh?” he slurs, before he lifts his head and realises. “Ahhh, nice plan, honey. I’m gonna get on you and ride you harder than my fuckin’ Harley.”

No, he isn’t. And you know that for certain. Steering him into the last available room, you sigh, looking back over at the bar, where two sets of brown eyes have followed you. Damn. You’d much rather be on the arm of one of those two. They can handle their beer, for one. You also know that beneath the flannels and denim, they have the kind of bodies your boyfriend doesn’t. Hard, muscular, gorgeous. You can also wager they’d likely treat you better than the drunken psychopath you’ve found yourself shackled to.

Throwing the aforementioned drunken psychopath down onto the bed after he stumbles and almost rips the door off its hinges, you go back to close it, sighing when suddenly, something prevents you from shutting it completely.

“Want some company?” Angel asks you, Manny at his side, his eyes raking over you appreciatively.

“Eh, I guess I could just come back out and join you guys at the bar,” you shrug, taking a step through the door, but having your path blocked.

“Not for what we had in mind, mamas,” Manny drawls smoothly, his eyebrows twitching in suggestion.

“But I’m...” you begin. “And he’s...” Jerking your thumb over your shoulder, you then turn to view Isaac, snoring heavily, sliding from the bed until he suddenly crashes onto the floor.

“He’s passed out, querida. Ain’t nothing waking him, not even the sound of a couple of Mayans getting balls deep in his ole’ lady. That is, if you want us to be?” Angel smirks, reaching out to run his fingers down your arm.

You bite your lip, a little ripple of nervous energy fluttering through your insides.

“I mean, it’s just fucking rude of him,” Manny begins, gesturing to the drunken heap upon the floor. “To get so wasted that he can’t take of his fine assed woman!” Reaching forward, he lets his finger skim around the edge of where your bra peeks out over your tight top, eliciting a flush of goosepimples to rise up to his touch. “You shouldn’t have to go without, you know. Ain’t fair on you, is it, Angel?”

“Nah,” his friend begins, shaking his head, walking you back into the room, his hands tugging the straps of your top and bra down, Manny closing the door behind him. “Not when she looks this good...” Pausing, he moves your hair, his tongue gliding over your throat, “and yeah, tastes this good, too.” Two extremely hot men... and they both want you... at the same time...

What’s a girl to do?

Grasping Angel by his kutte, you kiss him, the feeling of his big, firm body against yours making a wave of heat mist up your spine. God, he smells so good, and his kisses are amazing, only breaking when you turn your head to receive the same from Manny, who is hitching up your skirt, hands drifting all over your ass and down your legs, the trawl of his fingertips at the back of your thighs evoking shudders.

They take you back to the bed with a thud, your clothes being shed, naked between them in little more than seconds, hands wandering all over them both, wanting to try to give them both equal attention. God, they’re both so hot. They make you wonder what the hell you ever saw in the snoring mess of a man upon the floor as you undo Angel’s shirt, exposing his perfect, smooth chest, biting onto a dark nipple and evoking a deep groan as he shrugs himself from his shirt and kutte, throwing them onto the floor, Manny’s mouth closing over your nipple, his fingers stroking at the petals of your cunt with a shuddered breath.

“Fuck, so damned wet already, shit.” he grunts, running his tongue up your throat as your kisses with Angel become more heated, your hand roaming over the bulge in his jeans. Lord, that’s a fucking big dick. You pant into each other's mouths as you unfasten his belt and jeans, needing to feel what strains for release within, Manny moving down the bed to pull your thighs apart and bury his mouth between them. “Oh god, you fucking taste amazing, carina. Shit, imma fucking ruin you with my tongue.”

And oh, how he does, while you focus on Angel, your hand gripping his cock, pulling it from within his jeans and boxers, squeezing hard, making him shudder as he sucks your tongue with a growl, your hand pumping at him, wringing beads of precum from the tip smoothed and stroked with your thumb as he grasps your throat in his big hand, your kisses all fire and smoke as what Manny bestows on you has you whining softly.

Those soft whines build in intensity, the faster he licks at you, making your clit pebble against the tip of his tongue, the feel of your nails dragging over his scalp as your legs close around his head driving his licks, faster and faster until you’re falling apart for him, glimmers throbbing through you, his lips wrapping your bud in a firm suck as he groans.

“Hey, you’re massively overdressed for this,” you tell Manny, Angel sucking a purple welt onto your neck, your brain not caring to connect the fact that Isaac will likely go insane at seeing it eventually.

He surfaces from between your legs, kissing your inner thigh. “Then why don’t you come undress me then, huh?” Pushing him up to his knees, you kiss him, tasting yourself on your lips as you kneel before him, Angel’s tongue running up your spine as he rids himself of the rest of his clothing, your hands unbuttoning Manny’s shirt, fingers stroking his soft skin as it’s exposed to you. Soon, you’re flanked by two naked bodies, two mouths scattering hungry kisses over your skin, Angel’s fingers sliding down to slip into the clutch of your cunt, Manny’s then doing the same.

“I don’t think I can fit that much in me at once, fellas,” you giggle, tongue circling Manny’s nipple, laying a soft bite upon it.

“Mmm, we’ll see.” He pushes at your entrance, opening you wider, making the breath hitch in your throat as with a groan, you relax, taking them, that hitched breath leaving your open mouth shakily as you feel yourself being finger fucked dually.

“Oh my god!” you shriek, eyes flying to Isaac, making sure he didn’t wake up as you’re stretched around the heat of four fingers combing your walls, Manny’s lips locked on yours as Angel kisses your neck torridly, grinding his hard cock between your ass cheeks. It feels like insanity edged in bliss, two gorgeous men all over you, pressed between the heaven of their bodies, their fingers working you harder, your own hand curling around Manny’s cock. And lord, it isn’t small either. It’s long, thick and perfect, and all you want is to feel it hit the back of your throat, encouraging him to move and sit upon the pillows, Angel taking the initiative to shift down the bed, lying on his back beneath you, pulling your hips down towards his face.

His tongue streaks over your clit, a lick that has you tingling in an instant as you swallow back Manny’s cock, your lips pulsing around him as you drag him back out of your throat again, your body feeling as if it has entire constellations burning and collapsing within you. Sucking dick makes you horny enough, but doing it while you have a hot mouth wrapping itself around your cunt? Its desire unbridled, sin unleashed, your butt stinging when a large hand suddenly pounds off it in a hard spank, Angel sucking on your clit, his tongue still nudging your bud at the same time.

“Oh, shit, you are so fucking incredible at that!” you exclaim, hissing a breath and groaning so deeply, you almost don’t recognise the sound as your own, closing your eyes tightly before enveloping Manny in the hot suck of your mouth once more. He curses quietly, his abs twitching beneath your touch, groans all smoke and salt as you feel him twitch between your lips, Angel spanking you again, tongue lapping over your swollen clit repeatedly.

Your legs shake with the ember gilded tingles of pleasure, ascending sharply, the thrust of two fingers into your soaking hole sending you to the borders of euphoria at speed, your release cracking through you like the surface of a frozen lake, making you feel as if you have been split in two from the sheer force of it.

He gives you only the time it takes for him to pull a condom from his jeans and roll it on to recover, before you feel the head of his cock sliding in sumptuous tease over your folds.

“Yeah, is this what you want, baby? Want this big dick right up in your pussy? Want me to fucking wreck you with it?”

Pulling the long cock from your mouth, you pant out your answer. “You’d fucking better.” He hums a soft laugh, parting your walls with the girth of him, pushing hard until he reaches your summit, hands gripping your ass as he drags back again, his cock slick with the honey of your cunt.

“Damn, that’s such a hot little pussy.” he grunts, spanking you again. “Yeah, mamas. Imma rearrange your guts, fuck.” He builds it steadily, until you’re being railed voraciously, the bed banging against the wall, your eyes darting to the floor a few times, just to make sure that Isaac remains passed out. The thrill of it is unreal, knowing that he could wake up at any moment and witness it, you being pounded by one Mayan while you have another fucking up into your mouth.

“God damnit, baby. You’re dripping on the bed, you’re so wet. Fuck, that shit is so hot,” Angel begins, spanking you hard again. “She get this wet for you, homeboy? Oh right, you can’t answer, because your drunk ass is too passed out.”

You almost choke on Manny’s cock with laughter at his statement, nerves chilling your insides a little. Still, though, the fear doesn’t stop the wails tumbling within your throat, your mouth gagged by cock as you’re pounded in absolute frenzy. Until Isaac suddenly sits up. Manny and Angel share wide eyed looks immediately, the former raising his leg until bent at the knee to hide your face, biting his lip and trying like hell not to laugh.

“Oh,” Isaac begins, turning away, rumbling with laughter. “Didn’t realise it was, hic, occupied.” Hauling himself up, he wobbles, almost landing on the bed, your heart in your mouth as he staggers from the room, shutting the door.

To have that kind of reaction to sex happening in front of him, which you know he’d usually probably ask if he can at least watch, if not join in with, fuck. He really, really is hammered out of his mind. Hell, he didn’t even recognise the woman between them to be you!

“Jesus fucking Christ! I thought I was gonna pass out!” Angel yells, bursting into hysterics, resting his head down on your back for a second. “Yo, what the fuck? He didn’t even realise his old lady was getting nailed right next to him, man!”

“You alright, baby?” Manny asks, finally laughing, now he’s actually begun to breathe once more.

You’re speechless for a few moments, wide eyed, your heart still going at what feels like a thousand miles an hour, Angel kissing his way up your back, moving your hair to kiss your neck. “Can you speak?”

Both men are near hysterical at your wide eyed, open mouthed, stunned face. “I swear, I think I just had a small heart attack! Shit!”

“Nah, that’s scheduled for about a half hour from now.” Manny vouches with a wink, his eyes casting down. “Now, get that pretty mouth back on my cock, ‘cuz you give a damned fine blow job.” Running your tongue back up his shaft, you give him a few teasing licks, Angel beginning to thrust into you again, slow and deep, his hand slipping beneath you to stroke at your clit.

He has sparks skittering through you, that slow trawl of his cock giving way to frenzy once more, the coil within you tightening sharply as you edge your way to an undoing that absolutely ruins you, a hot swell rolling through you before your cunt clenches around him, your sun shining over his horizon as you come undone with a wail, Angel’s groans filthily indulgent as he fucks his release into you like a piston, chasing your waves of bliss, leaving you breathless and shaking.

Taking a handful of your hair, he hauls you up, still splitting your fluttering pussy around his girth with gentler thrusts, biting the side of your neck. “Fuck, you just made me cum so damned hard.” he groans, laughter rippling his voice. “Gimmie ten and I’ll be back, I’ll leave you in his capable hands for now.”

He slides from within you, removing the condom and knotting it, flicking it across the room in his usual uncouth fashion, taking another out of his pocket and throwing it at Manny. “Don’t say I never got you, bro.”

“Appreciated, man!” he chirps, while you pick it up, removing it from the packet while Angel lights himself a cigarette and lies back across the end of the bed. Taking the condom out, you position it over the head of Manny’s cock, rolling it down with your mouth before climbing astride him, sinking down on him with a soft sigh. He fills you easily, rolling your hips down to take him deep, leaning forward to lick a long, indulgent swipe up his chest, kissing him thirstily when you reach his mouth.

You assume you’re going to be the one in control as you sit back up, but no. Not according to Manny, who grasps your waist, holds you firm and begins to fuck up into you forcefully, spearing you rapidly, your mouth dropping open, a shrill cry pouring out.

“Yeah, you like that cock, querida? Like being fuckin’ speared on it, huh?” he pants, eyes fixed on you, loving the way the force of each thrust makes your tits bounce. You can’t even form words, gripping his arms as you cry out.

“Oh, god! I love the way you fuck me, ahhh!” you finally manage, watching him grin. But what you love even more, is having the other dark haired, big dicked man in the room return to you, pulling you off Manny and pushing inside you again, with the express purpose of wetting his cock enough for him to fuck your ass with it. Letting you get back on Manny, he kneels behind you, spitting on his fingers and pushing them deep into your narrow passage, his other hand gripping your throat in a light clutch as he opens you up.

“Mmmm, I’m gonna ruin this pretty little asshole, baby,” he murmurs, fingers scissoring within you, sparks illuminating down to your very bones as his teeth lay another hungry bite at your throat. Once he’s certain you’re relaxed and opened enough for him, he begins to push, the head of his cock teasing at you until your nerves jangle like wind chimes, your mouth falling open. God, sexual finesse. When Isaac last gave you anal, he barely prepared you for it and certainly wasn’t gentle. He lets you become accustomed to the stretch, Manny’s powerful rhythm beneath you slowing, Angel pushing up slowly, his hands kneading your tits. “That’s it, beautiful. Relax and enjoy it. Fuck, you’re so gorgeous.”

“Yeah, damn. She look fine as hell being split around two dicks.” Manny groans, his thumb moving to stroke at your bundle. Are all Latino guys this passionate, skilled and praising, you wonder, or have you just been chasing after too many self-centred white dudes who only thrive on their own pleasure? Either way, there is now a definite shift in your expectations from a lover.

The further you feel Angel inching in, the better it gets, the fullness of being breeched by two iron hard cocks sending your pleasure stratospheric as you’re stroked and kissed, feeling nothing short of worshipped by them, the sounds of your groans filling the room an orchestra of sin and heat, turning your head to meet Angel’s lips as you lean back into him, your nails dragging down over the chiselled washboard of Manny’s abs as they pull you into them, make you theirs, searing pleasure into the marrow of you.

You feel unmoored from everything other than the anchors that is them, hands wandering your body as they add a little more speed, working in perfect tandem with one another, one slipping back while the other ruts you deep, chasing the flickers of divinity that whirl through you.

“Come on, querida, you gon’ cum for us?” Manny urges, thumb rubbing faster at your clit as he feels your soaking walls clenching hard around him.

“Fuck yes, ahhhhh!” you sob, tears pooling your eyes, the intensity of it absolutely magmatic as they lose themselves, everything less contained, staccato thrusts bringing you to your ascension.

“Yeah, beautiful, that’s it. We’re gonna get you there, then pin you down and cum all over you.” Angel vouches, teeth sharp at your earlobe as he groans, all sin and embers, his sweaty body dragging against yours, fingers pinching tightly at your nipples. Your release goes from smouldering tinder to all out forest fire in moments, your release making you feel as if you’re being toppled from within, muscles tensing as wave after wave washes over you, leaving you breathless and spent, still cloudy with ebbing bliss as they pull out from you and remove the latex barriers that would have caught the releases they shoot over your neck, face and tits, both falling down to bracket you, breathless and trembling.

That night, they make you theirs another three times before you pass out in an entanglement of limbs, you being the first to wake at 9am the following morning, getting dressed and heading out, the smell of coffee filling the clubhouse, and a cup being handed to you by the SAMCRO president’s wife, a woman you’re glad likes you as much as she does, for how terrifying she is.

“Morning, love,” Abi coos, passing you the cup of steaming good morning fuel, kissing your cheek in greeting, watching as your eyes scan around the room, looking for Isaac.

“He’s gone, chere,” her best friend, the VP’s wife, Venus speaks from her position sitting at the bar, looking impossibly gorgeous and fresh for a woman who partied just as hard as everyone else the previous night. “We covered you, told him you’d been called into work and left already.” The way she winks, oh lord, she knows.

Abi continues smiling, making a turning motion with her finger. “Go on, now. Back you go to your Mayan boys. A definite improvement on your usual, I have to say.”

“You both know?” you gape, the women nodding.

“Aye, I heard you in the early hours. Fillip had me in the room next to yours. The sounds of three people getting it on is kinda unmistakable. Good choice, though, giving them a good riding rather than that insane twat of a boyfriend of yours.”

Of course, Abi would think that. She famously hates Isaac, your boyfriend being stupid enough to try his luck at smart mouthing her, Abi removing her shoe and smacking him in the face with it several times while threatening to blow up his bike. While he was on it. A threat you know she would have carried out, had her husband not moved in quickly to calm her down and advise Isaac that she was the very, very last woman he ever wanted to get on the wrong side of.

“Thanks, girls,” you sigh warmly, sipping your coffee, Venus blowing you a kiss from the bar as Abi moves back to seat herself at her side.

“Y’all give ‘em a few licks from me while you’re there, sweet thing!”

You snicker, turning to head back the way you came. “I will, Vee.”

You do, too.

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orbdweaver · 1 year

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One subtle thing about Nemona that stood out to me: there’s this moment, around the 4th gym or so, where she runs up to you and apologizes profusely that she can’t battle you yet because her team isn’t balanced right yet or something

It’s a Funny Moment because

1) I’m not the one itching to battle; she is. She doesn’t need to apologize this much, it’s fine lol.

2) I’m not picky with opponents. I’ll happily fight her team in whatever wack-ass state it’s in. She’s fretting over an imaginary problem.

At the time, I wondered if it was like an honor student thing. Maybe Nemona's the kind of person who, inspired by the genuine skill, kindness, & dedication of those around her, grinds herself into a pulp trying to live up to that imagined standard.

That pressure is ENTIRELY self-imposed. If any of the adults she looks up to noticed this anxiety spiral, they’d tell her to relax, it’s fine, you’re doing too much as is and we’re proud of you no matter what, we promise. And they’d mean it, sincerely. Which of course would just make it worse, because “oh no, they’re even kinder than I thought they were, much kinder than I am, I need to work even harder to become as kind as them”.

Anyway, having completed the game, I think all of that is still *an element*. Nemona is a rich kid, student council president, honor student, and particularly close with the kindest & most influential adults in the country. The writers didn’t make her those thing on accident.

What I hadn’t picked up on was, the thing that was eating at Nemona the most was probably that she was worried she was fumbling her chance to make you her friend

Nemona, explicitly, has a weird autistic hyperfixation on Pkmn battling. Nobody else her age does. So her only real friends are adults, who, with the wisdom of age, are able to appreciate her idiosyncrasies, and know how to direct them toward something positive.

But they don't share them, as far as Nemona can tell. It’s hard to tell if someone Gets It or is just navigating around It, especially when they keep treating it as a means rather than an end.

Then you come along, showing a hint of sharing her Niche Special Interest, and she thinks “at last, this is my chance, I can make someone else Get It”.

So she tries to give you a guided tour, basically.

Nemona is already champion-rank; she is deliberately holding back & using a weak team so she can do the gym challenge alongside you. She isn’t worried her team is too weak. She’s worried her team isn’t properly tuned to give you the experience she wants you to have.

She's trying to streamline the process of you falling in love with this thing she likes. Which is of course a self-defeating effort.

The adults in Paldea are all hilariously hands-off. I think it’s fair to say that Nemona lacking a Nemona of her own is part of what helped her develop her weird special interest. The adventure of crawling thru a thorn bush is part of the fun. (I'd wager this is the ethos behind the school's mostly-unsupervised treasure hunt.)

And to her credit, I think Nemona knows this. She’s trying not to weird you out; she doesn’t want you to know she’s following you around. She *certainly* doesn’t want you to know how much she’s tying herself in knots over this, trying to determine how much contact is appropriate. She's attempting the impossible task of trying to suss out how someone is feeling without interacting or being fully honest with them, because doing either might make you think she's weird.

The arc ends appropriately anticlimactically. Of course you like the game; that’s why you started playing it. Nemona was fretting over nothing. All she had to do was consistently be there for you while you grew into what you were going to be. Which she did.

#scarlet and violet #nemona #character analysis

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ercklln · 2 years

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winter nights | koner pt. 2

SUMMARY : if the gods could toss a coin right now, you wish they’d wager on how your relationship with the winterfell soldier would be. will it be pure despair or contentment?

koner x fem! reader

masterlist, @fhrlclln, pt. 1

GENRE : nsfw/smut

WARNINGS : lil’ angst, overthinking, fluff, smut (oral sex; m!receiving, blowjobs, p in v, unprotected sex & rough sex)

WORD COUNT : 7,469

a/n: i was deciding if whether i should put the timeline in GOT s7 but i just went away with being after the timeline of GOT so it’s easier to make shit up hehe. Y’ALL SORRY FOR THE DELAY. kinda added smth hehe. but here ya go. i like the ending hehe <3

likes, reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated !! <3

enjoy !!

the morning sun came by as quickly as you expected. your eyes slowly fluttered open to see the light coming from the shut window peeking in. the residual coldness was seeping in as you snuggled yourself back against the warm body hugging you from behind. a strong arm draped over your waist, locking you tight against his chest. the gentle beat of his heart thumping against your back. you could almost fall asleep again, wanting no more than to lay on this bed with him. alas though, the man behind you was stirring awake as his hips rubbed against your bare ass making you shift a bit at the sudden sensation of something hard poking underneath the furs. a thought escaping your soiled mind, a small smile formed on your lips as your hand went down, earning a sharp gasp from the man behind.

hence, the morning awakened with the bed squeaking.

“a-ah!” you huffed, hips bouncing without any shame. your hands clawed his shoulders as koner grunted at the crook of your neck, hands grabbing your soft bum, squeezing them as he guided your hips a bit in the rhythm. you were a minx, a damn nymph for stroking him until he awoke hot and bothered. and here you are, bouncing up his cock as you rode him into an orgasm. like last night wasn’t enough cock for you.

“i think i’ve soiled you, ey?” koner grunted, his usual shyness and awkwardness already gone. he’s had you so many times last night, waking up to rutting himself to you in the middle of the night, desperate to feel your cunt enveloping his cock again as he moaned out, focusing on you again. “seven gods, you’re a goddess sent to me. i don’t deserve you.”

“y-you do.” you manage to squeak it out making him chuckle despite the loud skin slapping. his grunts went louder as the squelch of your pussy juice slapped against his balls and his stomach, dripping down as he could feel himself wanting to rut up to cum inside finally. but he let you take the lead, liking the furrow on your forehead how serious you are to fuck yourself on his cock.

“i’m close.” you whispered, wrapping your arms tightly around his neck, panting against his ear as you rutted your hips ruthlessly. cock sliding in and out as your cunt clamped around him, your clit rubbing slight against his stomach as the familiar coil in your belly arose.

“go on, m’lady.” he urged, kneading the dough of your ass. you kissed him, the urgency taking over as you rode him harder, tits bouncing as he sucked the bottom of your lip making you whimper. “let it go, want to see you feel good around me’ cock.”

“y-yes!” you nodded as you slammed down. koner let out a soft moan as his balls tightened, he rutted up to help you as he could feel himself cumming as well. your belly snapped, your back arched as your rutted endlessly with your orgasm flooding your whole entire body. koner threw his head back as your cunt gripped him, making him slam himself up to the brim to fill your cunt up as he shoots his seed. you kissed his neck gently, the wonderful euphoria enveloping your body as you two rode down your highs. the coldness of the room replacing with warmth of each other’s body heat. all perfect for a morning fuck.

“i feel like my insides are full of you.” you sighed out, eyelids fluttering from the rigorous coupling. too fucked out to even cover yourself. he indeed filled you up to the brim, his remaining cum still inside you from last night mixed with the warm one, gushing out of you. you felt chummy as you laid back on the furs, whilst koner let out a chuckle, laying right next to you with his head propped on the pillows. admiring you so dearly.

“mhm. but you like it?” he teased, kissing your bare shoulder. you hummed, a smile forming lazily as he pulled you to his arms.

“maybe.” you grinned as he kissed your lips briefly again.

“liar.” he whispered to your lips as you giggled at his tactics. the day finally started as sounds of footsteps outside your door begun to arise from their beds. you can hear the familiar chatter down below and the sounds of horses coming from outside. your heart beats loudly as you were situated now in the bathtub, caressing your skin with a cloth as koner was on the bed, cleaning his armor and sword while you watched him with greedy eyes. shirtless with just his trousers on, muscles budging on his pale skin every flex he did as he run a cloth through his sword, wiping off the dried blood. the remembrance of the bloody circumstances you had met him.

you could only hold back a smile as you continued your bath. feeling the familiar flutter in your chest as each scrub in your body reminded you the way he touched you. you certainly liked him, a lot, for just a night of knowing the man. you didn’t know if you were so naive and stupid, but your mother wasn’t here to tell you that. though, an uncertainty escaped your thoughts. you glanced to the sweet man on the bed, you weren’t dumb of course to think if he only wanted this and begone once you two arrive in winterfell. you craved him, wanting more than just this unexpected amour. it was illicit, you thought, the happiness mixing with doubt.

you’re young. you could hear you mother’s words. you cannot grasp what you want or what you claim to need. you are to be a lady. act like one. the bitterness on your tongue stayed as you looked down on the soapy water. conflicted as you are, you let out a sigh as you looked up to be met with a pair of those brown-honey orbs filled with glee.

“having fun there, my love?” he leaned in to place a chaste kiss on your lips then to your wet cheek. you hummed, bottling your thoughts up as you cupped his rosy cheeks.

“just tired and sore. my hips feel like jelly.” you pouted, a frown escape his lips as he kissed your cheek again for an apology yet you smiled at him before he could apologize. “but, i feel amazing.”

“yes?”

“certainly.” you whispered as his lips brushed against yours. koner felt like he was put in a trance, this pretty lady luring him in the tub. he was about to give in yet a sharp knock on the door made him sigh, as the sunny voice from last night followed through making you laugh.

“cockblocker.” he muttered as he stood up, leaving you to the warm water as he opened the door to be met by that charming bar maiden. her hands holding a tray of two soups and a tea of some sort, then a big loaf of bread that made his mouth water.

“g’morning, lad!” she grinned widely.

“morning.” koner nodded.

“i’ve got two soups and a fresh loaf, on the house for the lady and you.” she handed the tray to him with glee, the warm aroma of the soups hitting his nose followed by the warm bread. almost like the memory of his mother’s cooking.

“you’re too kind, miss.”

“ah, ‘s nothing.” she chuckled. “i’ve also brewed a herbal tea for the lady. make sure you give it to her.” she gestured to the pipping hot mug. he rose a brow at that making the barmaid grin wider, a teasing look in her eyes as koner eyed her suspiciously. questioning the concoction.

“tea?”

“for unwanted surprises, dear!” his eyes widened at the boldness of her words. “brewed that myself, my own little recipe. after your little ruckus last night, the whole inn can hear you two. so, i thought—“

“t-thank you!” koner cut her off, red rose to his cheeks as he closed the door immediately. the bar maiden let out a snort as he put the tray on the old wooden table. you had just finished drying yourself up, putting on the dress you wore from yesterday. the silks warming you up as you begun tying the silk ribbon to secure the dress.

“the kind lady brought food?” you glanced to the table seeing the white loaf and soup still steaming. your mouth watering as your stomach grumbled.

“kind enough to make you a special tea as well.” he added. “on the house.” he urged the mug to you. your brows furrowed slightly as you grabbed the mug, giving it a quick sniff.

“tea for what?” you glanced at him seeing his smirk as he kissed your cheek. taking a sip cautiously, grimacing at the bitter flavor. like those medicinal herbs you took when you were ill with a cold as answered your curious mind with a little cockiness in his tone. making you spit the tea a little at the answer afterwards.

“for unwanted surprises from this night and morning’s activity, love.”

•••

the snow had melted surrounding the inn. dull grass were in your view as you stood outside of the tavern, cloak and other necessities in hand as you waited patiently for koner and the stable boy to bring out the horses. your bare fingers started to fiddle with each other. glee fluttering in your chest, never had you felt more happier than ever. your thoughts raced immediately as you heard the hooves clicking on the soil. you turned around to see koner guiding the two horses. back in his winterfell armor, helmet and all. his black beauty and your white mare he was holding the reins of. you could tell she was feeling fine after her arrow wound.

“is she suitable to ride on?” you asked, smiling as you petted her snout, earning a approved gruff from the mare. worried for her injured leg.

“she’s fit for riding again.” koner caressed your horse’s mane. “a night’s rest had sufficed her, m’lady.” he added.

“m-my name will do just fine, koner.” you reminded him, a slight pout on your lips. even though you liked him calling you lady, it always felt a bit off.

“of course. apologies.” he grinned as he helped you up to your horse. gripping your waist, lifting you up strongly to situate yourself on the saddle. you fixed yourself, moving your hips to make you a bit comfortable as you watched him get on his horse.

“winterfell’s just by the end of this road. i think we can arrive there before my watch partner gets suspicious.” he looked from beyond as you guided the horse next to his. you nodded, tailing beside him as the dirt road got wider, your field of vision able to see the old castle walls of winterfell. the banner of the direwolf proud and independent.

“winterfell still looks like the same after all these difficult years.” you commented, the wind brushing against your cheek. you admired the gray walls, reminiscing the time you loved walking around the garden inside. the big red tree you would see, always astonishing you.

“and all the blood it’s witnessed.” he added grimly. you nodded at that, after rob and ned stark’s death, everything had changed as you have heard. you weren’t able to comfort sansa in king’s landing back then, your family forbidding you so to be involved in whatever scheme was going on. little you know yet for certain a gruesome outcome for the stark family. you glanced again to koner, a creep in the back of your neck bothering you as you two hadn’t talked about whatever was going to be the outcome of your relationship right now. unspoken as it is, genuine affection was plastered in his face as he caught your eye. you smiled at him, seeing as the walls of winterfell neared.

you two arrived at the front gate, koner was talking to some men as they let you through the metal gate. you were met by the familiarity of winterfell. it wasn’t as dull and grey it used to be, you can see more people were livelier than ever. morality gleeful than it was before. you condemned sansa’s ruling after they had been independent now. the north returning to it’s rightful place. having a queen in the north.

“oi, koner! you fucking twat. where in the seven hells have you been?” a roaring voice interrupted your thoughts. you could hear koner grunt out something, visibly annoyed seeing a fellow soldier march towards him. you got off your horse, seeing as the dispute between them turned into hush whispers. like siblings brawling you could tell.

“first, you fucking ditch the night watch and now you’re what!? saving a lady in the woods, you fuck—“

“henk, you stupid fuck. the m’lady y/n from house…” you got a little close to them, shrugging off your cloak as your eyes met with his. the other soldier seem to notice his sudden stare as he turned to you. eyes widening as his helmet clanked when koner hit him square on the head.

“good day.” you nodded to the embarrassed soldier. he seem to caught on your face as you noticed some other soldier retreating to the great keep.

“m’lady.” he bowed his head slightly out of greeting. “a-apologies.” he whispered something to koner afterwards, signaling something, yet he was bested to it when you were met with another soldier. your attention was now caught as you were told you would be escorted with koner to the great keep. the awaiting queen mentioned making koner freeze instantly as he stood beside you.

“are you nervous?” you asked him, walking up to be met by the large wooden door. two guards guarding the outside.

“it’s not so common for a foot solider to be summoned by her grace.” he whispered, a slight tremble in his tone. visibly sweating a bit underneath his armor.

“it’s going to be fine.” you assured him, hand squeezing his for a moment seeing him calm down bit by bit as the doors creaked open. your lingering touch making him seize his nervousness.

the hall was empty as you two got in, your house name being called. you lifted your dress a bit to walk, the teachings of etiquette now in display as koner watched you with his head bowed. you gracefully walking to the northern queen sitting on the throne. him, bending his knee at her presence. you were met with the familiar blue eyes and the locks of red hair adorning her silver crown.

“your grace.” you greeted, not forgetting to bow before her as she stood from her place. an uneasy silence between the two of you. you admired her for a second, seeing her once sparkling eyes now to this matured dull, a coldness in her face you could tell. a pity in your stomach forming as you remained formal. you could remember the feasts garnered here in the great hall, you could remember arya throwing food at sansa whilst jon, robb and theon laughed at it. the memory of little bran running around while ned and catelyn stark sat upon their chair. the melancholy so bitter yet sweet to remember.

“it has been a long time.” she started, stepping forward as a small smile creeped on her lips. you were about to respond yet she engulfed you in a kind hug. you were taken a back at the sudden warmth, your hands splayed on her back as you smiled, meeting eye to eye now. a glimpse of the sansa you knew appearing. “how have you fared?”

“i am well, your grace.” you grinned. “weeks journey with my two men from king’s landing. but under different circumstances it changed. one of your soldiers has guided me safely here. i couldn’t be more grateful.” you took a step back, gesturing to koner who arose from his bended position, looking down now as he shyly met your eyes. a moment flew as sansa looked at him briefly, remembering as the one who had reported with that other soldier named henk about arya. you held your gaze for him, softening your features as koner looked back to his queen.

“under different circumstances?” she asked looking to the man in question.

“bandits, your grace. in the woods outside of the walls, i have found her there surrounded by them whilst i was scouting the area.” he answered, a little lie there to not mention he was lazying his post.

“it was brash of me to think i could travel in a small group.” you sighed, shrugging. “but no less am i injured nor is koner.”

“i, thank you, koner.” she nodded to him as he froze in his place, a gratitude from her majesty? you observed him as a smile escaped your lips for but a moment, only to disappear as koner’s face contorted to something else, a glint in his eyes you could tell something wasn’t right. a realization in him that had you wondering.

“just doing a soldier’s job, your grace.” he bowed his head, sansa dismissed him as he met your gaze again. you held yourself to his brown orbs, a feeling of your eyes asking him without words if you’ll see him again. a flicker showed, something else. he averted your gaze, a dread filled your throat as you watched him walk out of the halls and back to where he was. you couldn’t help but feel as if this was either a departure, your heart couldn’t take the thought anymore as sansa’s muffled words brought you back from your head.

“i believe we have a lot of catching up to do.” she smiled, offering her arm as you took it gladly. you two alone without any audience, the formal mask slowly disappearing as two childhood friends were present now.

“yes. w-we do.” you chuckled, masking your frown, looking back briefly to the closing big doors to see his figure slowly disappear from your field of vision. the uncertainty coming back, lulling yourself back into the world, hoping that last night and this morning wasn’t the last you’ll see him. or maybe in forever.

•••

mixed emotions were flying through the air as you sat in your room, a beautiful room you were brought in. warmth comforted you as you sat alone on your bed, a familiarity you had as you remembered the room you shared with him. the walk with sansa across the courtyard indeed made you feel a little better. it momentarily took your mind off the things you were dealing with, specifically the emotions you were wondering if this was right. you had remembered briefly the wide grin sansa had when you two were talking about your naive phases you two would marry. so young and full of fantasies that turned grim as reality hit the both of you. you liked that you could understand her after everything she had gone through.

to that awful joffrey baratheon then to the usurp of the freys, ramsay bolton a sensitive topic and one you knew sansa had changed after that vile man. she’s already a strong woman as you knew, just that the cruel world had made her cold to what they did to her. you nipped the bottom of your lip now, fidgeting the soft fabric of the wine red dress you wore, the hems and edges adorned with gold lace patterns and your bodice showcasing your cleavage a bit. it’s pretty, pretty for a feast you had to attend to this night. you stood up from your place, looking at yourself from the mirror as the candle lights flickered in the room.

get it together. you thought to yourself, fixing anything out of place as a knock on your door signaled you it was time to go. you took a deep breath, pushing down your worried state for him as you opened the door to be met with a surprise.

“ease down, love. it’s just me. i’ve come to escort you.” koner chuckled, you were silent to his face lit up again. than the one in hall, maybe it was just you right now. how your mind is overthinking, situations you come up in your head that lead to one cause. you’re scared. scared and uncertain for this one unexpected upbringing that made you happy and if it will end in the days to go. foolish thoughts it was, he’s standing right here wasn’t he? he still wants you for certain.

“koner.” you manage to breath out his name before pulling him in the room by his armor, slanting your lips against his with much fervor. like you wanted to savor him before you’d be back in king’s landing by the following weeks. as if time would run out if you didn’t act further. you need him.

“m’lady,” koner grunted, mumbling between your kisses. “m’lady, please—“ you didn’t hear him, choosing to pull him in further. “y/n, please. my love, not here.” he pulled away, gripping your shoulders to secure you. your eyes widened, a blush creeped up to your cheeks, embarrassment taking over.

“a-apologies.” you squeaked out, the look on his face made you crumple feeling the sting of the slight rejection. he doesn’t—

“you are trembling.” he noticed, your heart thumps against your chest as you averted his gaze just like he did before.

“i-i don’t— i don’t know why i’m…” you stuttered, feeling so dumb, as if you thought the kiss would solve your undying thoughts and desire. “i’m sorry. i shouldn’t have kissed you so sudden.”

“it’s not like i displease your sweet affection, love. i fear for anyone who sees upon us, a soldier and a lady. i do not wish to damage your image.” he caressed your arms, slowly gliding down to grasp your hands to his large gloved ones. you stared down to his hands as he brought both of your soft ones to his lips, kissing them gently. he still wants you. your mind repeated. the bitterness washing away.

“right.” you nodded, still feeling jittery. not like you wish to care about presenting your house, but thoughtful he was to care about you.

“why are you so shaken, my love?” koner asked sincerely, bringing your hand to his chest to hear his beating heart. koner seemed to notice the slight tremble on your sweet lips, the ones he had kissed and cherished, worshipped you this morning and the night before. it took him all the amount of restraint to not have you in here. though, he was worried seeing you like this. it was bad enough for him to get so nervous seeing you become a true sophisticated lady in front of her grace. a new person he had see in you than what he had witnessed alone before. idiotic he is to think so insecurely right now, but you were both idiots with your heads stuck up in each other’s stubborn thoughts.

“this… between us—“ you started, finally meeting his eyes again. “it’s not just a fleeting moment, is it?” you asked hopefully.

“us?” he looked a little surprised at the sudden question. he had been holding himself back for asking that as well, afraid of your answer.

“y-yes. i think i’ve made it clear that i like you…” you bashfully added. “from the morning and the night before. i can’t help but f-feel uncertain where this would lead.”

“i do like you as well, m’lady.” he strongly implied, looking in your eyes to get to his point. he does want you, in every selfish thoughts he had desired. from the moment he saw you in the woods and the first time he made you smile he was certain it would be you. you looked at him clearly this time, seeing if he was certain. his lips almost brushed against yours as he breathed out his want. “i want nothing more than to have you, if you’ll have me.”

desire runs through both of your veins. the mere closeness had you wanting for more. you could feel it again, the heat in your cunt, the same thing he had relieved you from with his cock. you hadn’t notice how warm you are just thinking about him here.

you let out a shuddery breath. “then, does it mean…”

“lady y/n?” a maid’s voice was heard as your heads whipped to the slight ajar door. the maid was about to get in but you opened it wide as koner stepped out to guide you making the maid surprise.

“m’lady.” she greeted, nodding her head to you. “your grace has requested your presence.” she looked to koner suspiciously before averting her gaze to you.

“yes. koner was just escorting me to her.” you lied, as the maid nodded and scurried off. you two fell silent the way there, you grasped his hand before going separate directions once the great hall was in view. a reminder to continue the conversation later. adorned with torches set in an ambiance as all higher ups, knights and visiting nobles adorned the hall. laughter and the scent of ale filled the entire once dull room as you could see sansa briefly talking with the lord commander of the night’s watch. her brother you remembered. that familiar black hair and attire. jon snow. you strutted towards them as you were greeted by every noble that knew of your father. finally sansa was able to stand beside you as one of the servers offered you a goblet of wine which you gladly accepted, sipping it a bit.

“fashionably late?” she asked, still a stoic expression in her face yet you knew she was teasing you.

“the bodice was a little tight to fit in, your grace.” you lied and took another sip, feeling shy all the sudden.

“it’s wonderful to see you happy.” she added, showing you a small smile as she leaned a bit to whisper. “so as he, i presume.” her gaze followed through the end of the hall. you held yourself back from reacting to widely, to know how observant she is. of course, she knew. koner was standing by the doors, watching intently in the whole room. doing his duty.

“is it that o-obvious?”

“maybe so.” she quietly said, sipping from her goblet. she didn’t say anything further but it had you reeling for the night. you took a seat amongst the table, dazzling ladies of every kind surrounding you, all chit chatting around and gossiping as ever. you tuned in from time to time, bored out of your wits but i felt good to drink and mingle. your gaze drifts afar as you glanced down to the hall, knowing clearly who you want to see. a little game you want to play.

koner grunts as he shifted himself in his posture. he yawned a bit as he heard henk, a few feet away from him, yawn as well. he felt rather uncomfortable, the reason inside his pants mainly. you looked beautiful from afar with that evening dress on, he couldn’t help but stare from time to time, feeling cocky that he’s got you. unruly thoughts in his head that he felt like his balls were suffocating, he feels like he’s a big debauchee just ogling his eyes at you. remembering the time he had touched you good. remembering your sweet smile and blissed out expression he so adored. he stirs his thoughts away, wanting to be a little respectful, but damn it—

he’s caught your gaze again. minx. you look at him from afar, standing up from your place as noble men from different houses from the north surrounded you. old hags and young pricks and all. but you looked at him slyly as you made one lord laugh out loud. he could feel it, the glint in your eyes, you presented yourself as this soft and well-mannered girl in front of those viktor eyes, but you were just a nymph, huh? his lady. his lips pursed as he felt the bulge in his trousers grow harder as you glanced to him again.

you felt a little bold for seeing him get so worked up as you excused yourself from the crowd. already sipped and took bites from the feast presented, drank your wine to the brim, feeling a bit tipsy. you looked towards koner again, walking to the direction to the room halls now. knowing he’s got your memo. it’s a bit of a long walk, no suspicion to be added knowing he knows the place than you do. you find yourself by your door, seeing as the candles were lit out from this point of the place. you glad your room was still lit with candles as you opened it, taking a step in only for another figure to push you in gently, securing the lock on the door. you turned around, wanting to scold him for being so impatient though koner cut you off as he sealed his lips to yours harshly.

•••

“you’re a fucking vixen.” he says between kisses, gloved hands cupping your ass. you squealed as he roughly hoisted you up to his arms, your hands flying to his shoulders as he plopped you on the bed. not breaking from your mouth as he lavished your tongue to his. you moaned, hands coming up to grasp his curly locks, surprised he was quick to shrug off his helmet and cloth protecting his head.

“it’s rude to be impatient.” you teased, the alcohol in your veins making you frisky. “haven’t your mother taught you manners?”

“says the one who wanted me a while ago.” he smirked.

“and i-i still do.” you pouted, your thoughts from before now gone. koner leaned in again as he kissed the corner of your mouth, caging you from above as you got to see the feral look in his eyes, dilated black, an ounce of brown only to be seen.

“let me show you how much i need you, y/n.” he breathed out, knowing well how riled up you are as well. your words he remembered clearly that you were uncertain where the two of you would go on like this. he’d show you so much more if you’d allow him.

“please.” you pleaded again and again. until the night shined, the familiar setting of the room where you two once did it for the first time. all uncertainties thrown away, just the two of you now naked and bare. you stared at hung cock, thighs rubbing together as you wondered what it felt like in your mouth.

“i want to please you.” you said before he could grasp your plush thighs to devour you again. “i want t-to do what you did to me last night. the tongue on…” your cheeks heated up as he went silent for a moment.

“you want my cock in your mouth, my love?” he grinned, cheeks red as you nodded. he kissed you again, a shiver running down his spine seeing how eager you are to want his cock.

“please. it’s all i’ve been thinking about.” you shamelessly confessed.

“i don’t think you can take it, love.” he sounded a bit worried of course, both of you were inexperienced, and this was the first time he’d ever gotten someone to explore sexual fantasies, let alone now the thought of you sucking his cock. but how could he say no to you? with that feral look on your face as you stared down to his shaft. desperate as ever. selfish whore you are.

“i can take it.” you promised, licking your lips. breasts squished together as he shamefully groped them making you moan as he slanted his mouth to yours with a approved hum.

“alright, we’ll take it slow.” he mumbled as you eagerly nodded. he got up from the bed, standing at the edge as you crawled to kneel before him on the cushions. you were met face to face with cock, tip bearing red, twitching before you. you hummed, not sure how to start but started to lick the oozing liquid from the small slit. koner shuddered, head tilting back as your tongue darted out to lick him seeing his pleased reaction.

“shit.” he muttered, you grew tired as you placed wet kisses on his shaft. hand lifting up to grasp him fully, trying your best to follow your mind what’s right or what’s wrong what you were doing. trying to remember what filth maids spew how to please a man. you finally opened your mouth, a little hesitant yet you took his tip in. he let out a groan, cupping your cheeks as you sucked his tip, tongue circling the bulb making him shudder. seven gods, he bit his lip hard seeing you take his cock in your mouth.

you hummed around it, licking it like he had licked you. you pushed it in further, enough courage to take him despite his width and length. you braced yourself, hands gripping his thighs as he caressed your cheeks making you look up as you hollowed to take him slowly even though you could feel yourself gagging.

“that’s it…” he muttered hoarsely as you sucked him. earning a loud moan from the man above. you grinned to yourself, taking him again. “oh gods.” his cheeks were bright red as his fluttered shut to the pleasure, the wet cavern of your mouth a new sensation to him. he can feel himself throb as you continued to suck leisurely. hips moving as he fucked your mouth, you relaxed your jaw, taking him in, wanting him to use your mouth.

“i’m close.” he huffed out, pulling himself out of your mouth wanting to cum inside you. you mewled, your saliva glistening on his cock, mouth drooling and your lips pouty. he kissed you, harder with more passion than he could ever muster. pushing you to lay back on the bed, he hovered above you, kissing down to your neck as you breathed out his name.

koner pressed his forehead to yours as his hand fiddled with your deprived clit, so wet and glistening as you opened your legs willingly. he hummed in satisfaction, still in daze as he kissed you again before lining himself up to your cunt. tip poking at your wet entrance as your hips rutted up to the sensation.

“you take me so well.” he whispered against your lips. your eyelids fluttered as you could feel him slowly sink in to your awaiting cunt. you whimpered, gripping his biceps as he fucked himself in to the brim of your warm pussy. your back arched, your nails scraped his freckled skin. he started pounding in, deep and hard. desperate he is, as your other hand dropped to interlace with his free one while the other leveraged himself above you, trying not to squish you with his weight.

“feels amazing.” you whispered, only his to hear. your voice in heaven as you wrapped your arms around to pull him closer. wanting to feel his skin to yours, the tingles following through as you stared at his eyes even though you felt like you were dizzy. his nose brushed against yours as his hips slapped along the rhythm, the obscene skin slapping and grunts echoing in the room, the scent of his alone making you feel at heaven.

your hearts beats against your chest again, a fluttery feeling in the inside of your stomach seeing his eyes show a display of affection you longed to see. how soft he looked and he admired you, this connection so close you could almost feel like you’ve known each for a long time. koner could only admire your beauty below him, you are an goddess sent to him. one that he certainly didn’t expect for him to find you. your breaths mingled with each other, each noise spilling from either mouth as you could feel yourself nearing your high.

“let go.” he urged, feeling your cunt squeeze him tight. quickening his pace as you sobbed feeling him pound into your hard as he didn’t break eye contact. wanting to see your face again when you fall apart. and so you did.

your belly coiled and snapped, your orgasm washing in as you moaned against koner’s lips. he shuddered, grunting as he rutted himself faster than ever, your walls milking him tight as he filled you to the brim with his seed. he groaned, lazily fucking into you to ride that high. you sighed out, kissing him softly as you caressed his curly short hair. a silence passed, soft caresses exchanged, glowing in the aftercare. koner pulled out with a hiss as he laid beside you. hand interlaced with yours, placed on your chest so he could feel the rhythm of your thumping heart.

“i don’t want to leave so soon.” you mumbled lazily, remembering you only had a certain amount of time to enjoy the rest of your stay in winterfell before you are summoned back to king’s landing. expected you are you’d be match with someone soon, remembering your mother’s words.

“how long are you staying?” he asked, kissing your shoulder.

“maybe a week or two. i do not know.” you shrugged, sighing. wishing you’d be here for a month, wanting to savor this blossoming relationship you have with him.

“then we’ll make use of the time, my love.” he whispered suggestively, pulling you in his arms. you sighed, resting your head against his chest as you needed to say it to him. what it means if this between you two needs to end and if he wants it further as you want to.

“koner.” your voice went soft and gentle. the thump of both of your hearts synchronizing. “if i go back, if i come back to king’s landing, then i’ll be wedded to some man the second i set foot there.” you mumbled, your fingers caressing his chest. “then this will be just a fleeting moment for you and i. illicit it is, but…”

“then you want this to end?” he gulped, a bitterness in his throat. remembering his place being a mere soldier and you, a noble lady.

“i want you.” you strongly replied. “i don’ want this to end.” you murmured, snugging yourself in his body warmth. basking in what maybe the few wonderful moments you’ll have with him.

“and i you.” he whispered, the courage in strong as he spilled his thoughts out. “i want nothing more than you beside me. even if we just met, i’d like to know you more than now, my love. want you to myself. even if it’s just for a moment that you’ll be gone after your visit here. i’d still want you.” he added, the sadness in his tone creeping in, mixing with his sweetness. as if he was saying he’s starting to love you. which he certainly does. he’s sure as ever even if it feels idiotic to think he can fall in-love so fast.

“koner…” you felt like crying, you leaned up to kiss him. “i’ll remember this.” you smiled at him sadly, he kissed you again, driving your thoughts away from what might come. all you two needed was each other, no future, just the present moment of what’s come to be a promised faith the gods had set.

•••

days had gone by. week after week had been bled. your stay here in winterfell was nearing it’s end as expected. a raven had been sent to you, writing of your father as he and your mother had found you suitable match. one from the most wealthiest houses in king’s landing. you’d swallow the disgust and fear reading that you were to be sent off to some lord. though, it didn’t matter as you had been enjoying your stay with koner. secret kisses shared between you two, him leading you out in the dead of the night just to see the stars from the courtyard. making love to you when the day is asleep. it felt nice to know how happy he looked as he introduced you to his family one day while you were passing by. and now, walking hand in hand with him as the snow falls, no other people around you two as you walked around the godswood of winterfell. the large tree harboring red leaves and it’s bark of a bleeding face. the small pond in front of it. beautiful it is to see.

“my mother sent a raven.” you started, stopping to stand in front of him with your hand still intertwined. koner took a step forward as his hand cupped your cheek, you leaned into his warmth as tears pooled in your eyes. the red leaves swaying above the two of you as the water rippled catching the leaf.

“what did it say?” he quietly asked, knowing what to expect as he gulped a lump.

“a marriage proposal has been accepted. i am to be wed once i come home.” you sniffled, tears falling to your cheeks. koner pulled you into his arms as he shushed your sobs.

“y/n.” he whispered even though he felt like this was a farewell.

“i don’t want to leave y-you.” you confessed sadly. gripping his armor. “i don’t want to go.”

“but you’ll have to…” he sadly added as he wiped your tears, his own eyes tearing up. you looked at him, wanting to remember his face as you leaned up to kiss him. like the first time you had did in the tavern, soft and gentle. he kissed you back, pulling you closer to breath in your scent. he didn’t want this to end either.

“i love you, koner.” you breathed out, heart telling you so that this was real. you weren’t some naive girl to not know what you want, your heart and mind said so. you love him. he seemed to be surprised as he processed your words in his mind.

“i love you too.” he kissed the tip of your nose as an idiotic thought escaped his mind. if your family didn’t want him, didn’t want you to choose for yourself then he might as well propose this thought he had for a while. a one he was too ashamed to break it to you. you waited for him to say anything else seeing his expression shifted as if he was thinking of something. you sadly smiled at him as you shook your head whatever he might say that he couldn’t spit out.

“koner…”

“marry me.”

you froze, tears staining your cheeks at his words making you take a step back. “w-what?”

“marry me.” he repeated, stepping forward, you looked at him as if he was going mad which he is if it ever meant to let you stay here with him. “right here. marry me and i’ll provide for you, i have enough for us to get a small home outside of here. just the two of us. marry me, y/n. it’s foolish, but i…”

“yes.” you nodded vigorously, somehow you didn’t feel idiotic as ever saying yes. meaning you had to give up everything you had at home. not like your family had used for you since you had a few older siblings. you were just being wed off to get rid of a nuisance.

“yes?”

“yes!” koner grinned as he swooped you in his arms. you laughed, feeling certain as ever. no sense of uncertainty or the voice of your mother screaming at you inside of your head.

“marry me, right here and now. just the two of us and the trees and our vows.” he whispered hoarsely, gaze drunken as he set you down to hold your hands together. “we’ll call a septon once i get you in a pretty white dress. but for now, just our vows.”

“and the trees.” you teasingly added, the winds swayed with one another. the snow fell softly above you two as the quietness of the grove heard only your vows. you stared at him, repeating the words in hushed whisper. the same ones you had met in the woods, the first glance you knew your world would change entirely as your words were unison. koner could only let himself bask in the sight of you doing this brash act, his heart thumping wildly, not caring the consequences as he had you now. only the godswood tree witnessed the undying act of love being held as your voices synchronized. not leaving one’s gaze as the red leaves fell hearing your vows.

“father, smith, warrior, mother, maiden, crone, stranger. i am hers and she is mine, from this day, until the end of my days.”

#koner x reader #koner #koner got #joseph quinn #joseph quinn x reader #game of thrones #joseph quinn’s characters ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ 🎀#fnhrlcllnwrites

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noodlingway · 1 year

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First kiss? 😊

Thank you so much for the prompt! Sorry it took so long to respond. I'm crawling out of the depths of a long block and I greatly appreciate it!!

Here's some ThanUri, back in their Studium days... Rated M (but just barely), cw: alcohol consumption

“Don’t tell me this is your first time?”

“Prithee… My first…?”

“First time at a tavern?” Thancred smiled mischievously. “Old Louisoix has you studying for that archon exam every waking moment and mayhaps in your sleep besides, I’ll wager. I wouldn’t be surprised if you’ve never seen the inside of a tavern before.”

“Ah. Nay, tis not–”

“Or did you think I meant…” Thancred tipped his head toward the scantily clad performers and waggled his eyebrows suggestively.

“I confess, I have yet to…” He trailed off, uncharacteristically lost for words.

“What’s that?” Thancred asked, distracted by the dancers on stage. He reached for the bottle and refilled Urianger’s glass and then his own.

"Nay, tis nothing."

Thancred shook the last drops of wine from the bottle and gestured to a passing waitress for a refill. He grinned and winked at her and she rolled her eyes.

“She hath met thee before, twould seem.” Urianger couldn’t help a little jab at the hyur.

He laughed, “Hey, now, we just got off on the wrong foot.”

“Tis more likely thy mouth than thy feet that didst get thee into trouble.”

“Oh yeah?” Thancred smirked, his full attention back on the Elezen now. “And what do you know about trouble?”

“I know that thou art its embodiment made flesh.” Urianger nearly whispered the words, but he could see that Thancred heard every syllable. Their eyes were locked, he couldn’t tear his gaze away. They seemed so much closer on the bench than they had been just a moment earlier. His lips suddenly felt dry and he licked at them before he could stop himself.

Thancred’s eyes flicked down to the movement at Urianger’s lips. The star shifted. The rogue was looking at him the way he looked at that waitress, or the gleaner he’d flirted with on their walk to the tavern that night; the way Urianger had seen him look at countless others. But somehow it felt different. Mayhaps the effect was more intense when one was the intended target of such attention.

He found himself musing on what it would be like. To flirt, to kiss, to make love. Had he been missing out on more than he’d thought? He glanced at Thancred’s plump lips, slightly parted, warm breath so close now he could feel it. What if he just leaned forward…

“Urianger?” Thancred whispered.

“Hmm?” Urianger was wholly transfixed.

“Are you trying to kiss me?”

“Am I?”

“Well, there’s one way to find out.”

Thancred pushed himself forward, closing the distance that Urianger had left uncharted. Their lips met gently, softer than he’d expected. He had no idea what to do, but thankfully his body took over. He pressed in, mirroring the other man’s movements, and when a tongue caressed at his lips, he opened readily, greedily. Thancred tasted sweet and tangy, like the wine and fruit they’d been eating, but something else, something so distinctly him.

He wanted more of it. Needed more. He reached up to lace his fingers into white locks and–

There was a loud thud, and Urianger felt all his breath, his heart and soul as well, yanked free of his chest as Thancred pulled away.

“Your wine.” The waitress eyed them both up and down, an expression of disgust for the hyur, and was that pity for Urianger? With a final ‘hmph’ for good measure, she turned and stomped away.

Thancred cleared his throat. “I, uhh–”

“Forsooth, I believe I was correct.” Urianger reached for his glass as casually as he could manage.

“How so?”

“Twas thy mouth that got thee into trouble after all.”

#kiss prompts #ffxiv fanfic #ffxiv fanfiction #thanuri #urithan #thancred x urianger #thancred #thancred waters #urianger #urianger augurelt

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kuno-chan · 2 years

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The Door at Dawn

Summary: Rayla is already suspicious when someone is at her door at the crack of dawn, but who knocks this early on a school day?

Rating: T

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She stayed in his arms until there was a knock at the door.

For the moon’s sake. What time was it?

Typically, she’d be up on her own by now, but they’d stayed up too late watching a movie. Rayla was an early riser by nature. Callum was dead to the world before eight in the morning. As it was, he usually didn’t sleep well after a scary movie night. He would sleep till late morning on a usual non-school day. Noon if she let him. She shook her head. Humans.

Another knock. Louder, harder.

She disentangled herself from his embrace and grabbed the bat kept behind her bedroom door. Outside, the living room was dark in the dim morning light. She treaded lightly over the carpeted floor so nothing creaked. Not that this was a dangerous neighborhood, but dawn was a suspicious time of day for a visit.

She pressed her ear against the door. Nothing.

Mental note: have a peephole installed. Asking the landlord for forgiveness was easier than permission, she wagered.

She reached for the door with one hand, bat in the other.

“Rayla, open up.”

“We brought you groceries.”

She dropped the bat.

No way.

No, no, no.

That was not Runaan and Ethari. Couldn’t be. Why were they here so early? Why were they here at all? It was a weekday. Didn’t they have places to be? Things to do?

Be anywhere but here.

She pulled herself together, laid the bat against the wall, and opened the door. Runaan and Ethari stood at the entrance, bags of groceries in their arms. Rayla feigned a yawn.

“What are you two doing here so early?”

Ethari offered her an apologetic smile. “I’m sorry, Rayla. Runaan insisted–”

“You’re usually up early and it’s good to get daily tasks out of the way, so you might have time for your schoolwork later,” Runaan said.

Rayla blinked. She cracked a smile that wasn’t all nerves. “Well, thank you. You didn’t have to do that.” She said, “I can take them.”

She hadn’t invited them in. Ethari said, “Nonsense. We have time before work. We’ll help you put them away.”

And there was Ethari being Ethari. Always helpful.

“You haven’t allowed your living conditions to fall into disarray, have you?” Runaan asked, narrowing his eyes.

Then, there was Runaan being Runaan. Always helpful.

She frowned. “No. I keep it clean.”

She let them in, left the door open and discreetly walked away to close her bedroom door. Runaan took the liberty of opening the curtains while Ethari started unpacking groceries.

They’d be gone in ten minutes. Fifteen, tops. She just had to hold the fort down until then. She and Callum wouldn’t be late for school if she let him sleep for another twenty minutes. It would be fine.

Everything would be fine.

“Are your studies going well?” Ethari placed the adoraflakes on top of the refrigerator. “I know you picked up that honors class. What was it?”

“Runic Studies,” she said. A boring class, if not useful. But it overjoyed Callum to learn she’d taken an interest if only because it was an interest of his.

After all, he’d taken Maneuvers just to get a sense of her interests. She thought it fair after having a few knives thrown at him during class exercises. Being one of the few humans at Xadia State meant having… unique experiences.

“I’m… impressed,” Ethari said gingerly. She raised a brow.

“Thank you?”

Why was he acting so weird?

She glanced at Runaan, organizing her pantry. He hadn’t said a word. Not that out of the ordinary, but with the way this morning was already going, it would not be entirely out of character.

The clock read a quarter past five-thirty.

Rayla put the vegetables away, pushing Callum’s jelly tarts to the back of the fridge behind the milk. “Thanks for the groceries. I appreciate it, but I don’t want you to be late for work.”

“We won’t,” Ethari said. He finished helping Rayla put away the last of it and placed his hands on the counter. “We just… wanted to see you, is all.”

Rayla frowned. “...what’s going on?”

Ethari put his hands up. “Nothing! Nothing, we just–”

“You haven’t called or visited in some time.” Runaan said. He was looking at a picture of her parents she kept on a shelf. “We weren’t sure if you were still angry with us.”

Rayla stared at him. It was more than he usually said about… something like that. Runaan preferred to keep those kinds of thoughts to himself or with Ethari. Mentioning it here now–

“Did it really bother you?” she asked, dumbfounded.

Ethari sighed and came around the kitchen island to put an arm around her and walk her into the living room. “We never meant to hurt you. I… we hope you know that.”

A month ago, that might have grated on her, but Rayla sighed. “It’s alright. I… I wasn’t really angry with you. I was angry with them. Mom and Dad can’t even get away for my birthday. I guess I was just upset with you two because you were defending them and I didn’t want to hear it.”

Ethari turned her to face him and smiled sadly. “You had every right to be upset. We should have been more sensitive about how hard this is for you.”

Rayla looked at Runaan, who was still a respectful distance away. His face softened and he approached her with a solemn look.

“I was wrong,” he said to her. “I… understand your parents' position, but I know that wasn’t what you needed to hear from me.

She refused to think about it, refused to bring it up even when Callum asked her if she wanted to talk about it. She refused. That was why she’d stalled in visiting or calling them for so long. Even now, her chest was so tight just thinking about it and–

Rayla’s heart cracked. So did her voice. “They promised me…”

“I know… I am sorry, little blade.”

And the dam she’d been holding together through sheer willful stubbornness broke in too many places.

Her face crumpled. They pulled her into a hug before she could start crying in earnest. Ethari enveloped her as Runaan kissed the top of her head, stroking her hair. She’d missed this. Missed their hugs and their affection.

She had missed them. Dearly. It was difficult to admit, even now, how much she needed this from time to time, but they knew. They always knew.

When she pulled away, Ethari wiped her tears with his sleeves. “Whatever you want to do on your birthday, we’ll do it. We promise.”

“Thank you,” she croaked. She glanced at Runaan and smiled. “For coming over. And thank you for the groceries. They’re expensive.”

Ethari laughed. “We have to get going, but… are we okay now?”

“We’re okay now,” she said and gave them one last hug for reassurance.

“Are you okay now?” Runaan asked as he let her go.

She could breathe again, having finally let all of that flow out of her. She could cry again, too, but Ethari would insist on making her breakfast if he worried. “I’m a lot better.”

Runaan shared a rare smile. The smile he only reserved for her and Ethari.

The clock struck six and they started to leave. Predictably, Ethari offered to make her breakfast, but Rayla insisted he go. He would be late. That wouldn’t do.

“I promise,” she said, ushering them out. “I’ll eat. And I have assassin varsity practice this morning. You just make sure Runaan has his coffee before he–”

Her bedroom door creaked open.

Mother of Xadia.

She’d forgotten about Callum.

Callum walked out in his pajamas, yawning loudly. Hair a mess. Shirt in his hand. “Hey, you know you could have just woken me up, right?”

He opened his eyes.

He froze.

Time stilled for an eternity and Rayla’s mind sped up into a thousand places.

He was a friend who needed a nap at five in the morning. Her study partner. Her live-in chef. She didn’t know who this boy was. No, that would get Callum killed.

All her half-baked idiotic ideas operated on terror. Her heart thundered in her chest, into her throat, beating at a rate so high she was getting hot. Callum was such a heavy sleeper, and this was the morning he chose to wake up bright and early?

Callum raised a hand, realized he had no shirt on, and quickly threw it over his head before raising it again. “...Hi. You must be Rayla’s dads?”

He grinned wide, trading panicked glances with Rayla. She put a hand over her eyes. This couldn’t be happening.

Of course, it was happening.

Neither Runaan nor Ethari spoke. Silence rang. Ethari stared for a long, long moment as if he were looking at something from a nightmare. He realized Runaan was beside him, growing colder with each ticking second.

Before he could rescue Rayla, Runaan turned to her with knife-like precision.

“Explain.”

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thomasshelbydrabbles · 2 years

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The Messenger (18/22)

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x Adeline Taylor (OC)

Warnings: period typical sexism, series typical violence, period typical views of PTSD, period typical racism, blood and gore, smut

Summary: Tempers run high as everyone prepares to deal with Sabini and his men. Adeline is surprised by more than one Blinder.

**This is a series, so you should read The School Teacher first if you want to understand everything.**

Note: As the show does, I am loosely using actual events and people from WW1 and other time periods represented in the show. These are fictionalized versions of both events and the people.

Word Count: 3081

A/N: Things are about to get intense. Buckle up. Enjoy.

Camden Town, 1922

“I don’t know why you’re yelling at me,” Adeline said. She glanced up at Alfie, who narrowed his eyes at her as he tugged on his beard.

“I’m yelling because you seem to have gone a bit daft, pet, a bit soft in the head from all that smoke in the air in Birmingham.”

“It’s hardly the worst plan I’ve had,” Adeline muttered.

Cyril sat next to her on the couch, his massive head in her lap as she happily scratched behind his ears. They’d been in his office for the better part of an hour. She’d come down to London a few days before the boys were due to arrive for Alfie’s Seder. Instead of staying in Camden Town, she’d found a discrete hotel close to Chuchill’s office.

Instead of responding to her, Alfie glowered at her, face red as he breathed through his nose. She felt a little bad about making him so upset, but honestly, he should have expected something like this.

“It’s a direct approach. I thought you’d appreciate that.”

“Your time up north with the fuckin’ heathens has made you cheeky. Nothing but sass you are. Sass and bad ideas.”

“Did you have a better one then? Or are you just blustering because you’re worried?”

“Blustering?” Alfie stroked his beard. “I care about you, right against my better judgment, I care about if you live or if you die, care about it a lot I do, and you do everything you can to make it impossible for me, right? Impossible to protect you, to keep you safe.”

“Once Arke came back to life, safe wasn’t an option, Alfie. I plan to kill whoever it is pulling the strings before they can sneak up behind me and stab me in the back.”

“Did it have to be fuckin’ Churchill? March right into his office, you did like you’ve not got a single thought in that beautiful head of yours and announced yourself to him. Directly to the gallows is where you’ll send yourself.”

“If Churchill wanted me dead, we’d know by now. He would have tried to have me picked up. No, he wants me to do the killing Campbell’s assigned to me, then I’m sure he has all sorts of other plans for me once I’ve proven myself useful. Likely to come up with some notion that he’ll keep me safe, keep me alive so long as I continue to prove myself useful to him.”

“That’s a lot to wager, right, on someone finding usefulness in your continued existence, pet. Being around those gambling men has not done your intelligence any favors, not a single one. That’s alright though because I’ll still look out for you, Godless thing that you are, so all is not lost.”

“So fucking dramatic, Alfie,” Adeline said with no small amount of drama in her own voice. “Either way it’s done, so let’s focus on dealing with your Italians, get one enemy removed from the campaign.”

“Already done, yes. You’ve already made a mess of things, nothing to be done for that now, is there, pet? We’ll deal with the Italians, right, we’ll deal with them at dinner like we planned.”

Adeline smiled. She bent forward close to Cyril’s ear. “See, he’s always so grumpy. It’s why I don’t visit more often.”

Commotion from the other room drew her attention before Alfie could respond.

“That sounds like the Shelby’s,” Adeline said fondly.

She stood from the couch and strode through, following the sound of raised voices. Honestly, she wished she could claim surprise at seeing basically the entire Shelby clan stood in Alfie’s living room shouting at each other. Leaning against the door, she watched them, noted the tightness in Tommy’s shoulders, the irritation in John’s eyes, the way Arthur’s hand clenched and unclenched at his side. Regardless of their apparent temper, she was pleased to see them.

“Someone going to tell me why Michael’s here, in London, not up in Birmingham?” Adeline asked during a pause in the shouting.

Tommy turned to look at her, eyebrow raised. He lit a cigarette, but didn’t answer her question. Fine. She turned her gaze to Arthur who in turn looked at John. Now it was Adeline’s turn to raise her own eyebrow. John tried to hold her gaze, but he turned away with a curse.

“He insisted.”

Adeline rolled her eyes. “You lot sound like a bunch of children. I thought it was agreed that Michael would stay and look after things while we were all down here dealing with Sabini.”

“You agreed. I wasn’t asked,” Michael snapped.

Adeline crossed the room and stood in front of Michael. He gulped, but held her gaze. Good. Maybe this wouldn’t end as badly as she thought.

“Where does Polly think you are? And before you think of lying to me, remember I’m not as easily fooled as John boy, and I’m a hell of a lot meaner than Arthur when I’m angry.”

“She knows I’m here.”

“Fucking hell,” Adeline muttered.

“Go on then,” John said from where he’d settled on the couch. “Tell her the rest.”

Michael shifted his weight. “She told me not to come back.”

Adeline glanced at Tommy, watched his jaw work. Fantastic. She’d have to deal with that later. Damn Polly for putting this strain on the family. No, Adeline sighed. She couldn’t blame all of this on Polly. After all she knew it would end badly, knew Polly wouldn’t be able to curb her maternal instincts when it came to her long lost son. It was this type of foolishness that would get them all killed in the end.

“Just like that?” Adeline asked Michael. “Just said, ‘don’t bother comin’ back’ - Polly said that to you?”

“I told her I was coming with everyone else, that I was a Blinder same as them. She told me it was dangerous, and she’s not wrong, it is, but I need to be here. You’re the one who told me I needed to make a choice.” He shrugged. “I made a choice.”

Adeline closed her eyes. “Fine. You’re here. You’ll go with John to the club.”

“What? Why’s he comin’ with me?”

“Just do as your fucking told.”

“You giving orders again, Adeline?” Tommy asked, voice low.

“In my house, yeah, she can give the fucking orders to anyone she pleases, right because her house is my house,” Alfie said as he walked into the room “Now you,” he pointed to the collected Shelby men, “you are guests, welcome guests, sure, but still guests. And you’ll do as you're fuckin’ told won’t you? Do as you're told if you want to remain welcome guests.”

Tommy snorted and shook his head.

Adeline sighed. “Tommy - ”

He stomped from the room before she could finish. She held her hand out to keep Alfie from following. Everyone’s blood was up, and they needed to be calm before Sabini and his men came. Letting Alfie go after Tommy would no doubt amuse her endlessly, but wouldn’t do much to help calm everyone’s tempers.

“Right, John, fill Michael in on the plan for the club. He’s going with you,” Adeline said. “I’m going to find Tommy and kill him.”

Arthur followed her into the hall. She sighed as she turned to face him.

“What? I’m tired of his attitude. I’m sick of Polly nagging about poor bloody Michael. He made his choice. So I’m going to go have words with Mister Shelby.”

“So go easy on him, eh? Maybe don’t kill him just yet.”

“Why the fuck not?”

Arthur laughed. “He’s scared, angel. Never admit it, not to anyone, even himself, but he doesn’t like these plans of yours. Doesn’t like the family at odds like this. Pol has made things difficult, and you’re not helping. He doesn’t like you putting yourself in danger like this.”

“This is one of the least dangerous plans we’ve developed, Arthur.”

“Maybe,” he conceded, “But, it puts you directly in danger. Tommy don’t like that. None of us do, Angel.”

“Aye, I know you don’t. There’s nothing to be done about it though. Not if we want to put an end to it.”

“I know, so does Tommy. He’ll come around.”

Adeline nodded. She placed her hand on Arthur’s shoulder, gave it a squeeze before walking outside.

She found Tommy out back smoking a cigarette. Snatching it from between his fingers, she took a long drag. She had hoped the nicotine would help soothe her nerves, allow her to go easy on him as Arthur suggested. Since it didn’t work, she handed the half-gone cigarette back to him in silence. His eyes were on her, had been since she’s stepped outside. Always watching her.

“I never should have agreed to find him,” Adeline began, voice soft. “Should have told Polly no.”

Tommy still didn’t say anything, and Adeline wanted to pretend it didn’t bother her. His silence. The strongest weapon in his arsenal. She avoided looking at him, petty payback for his silence, but she knew how much it irritated him when she ducked his gaze. If they were going to act like children, she was going to fully participate in the charade.

“I knew she wouldn’t be able to separate things out in her head, and I’m not sure she should be forced to do so. Michael’s her son, her blood. Taken from her. I can’t imagine it. That pain. Then knowing he’s alive, within reach - only for him to become a Blinder, be in constant 0r constant enough danger. It’s not fair to either of them, and it might be the cruelest thing I’ve ever done to two people.” Her laugh was bitter. “Damn you Shelbys.”

Resolve broken, she looked over her shoulder, caught Tommy’s gaze. Taking a lazy drag from the remnants of the cigarette between his teeth, his hooded eyes assessed her as he parsed her words.

“Regardless of what Polly, and apparently you, think - I didn’t force him. I did everything I could to scare him off, but he’s a Shelby. Can’t change blood. He chose to come here. We both know it’s safer for him to be with John at the club than here with Sabini and his lieutenants. But, if you really want him here, I won’t fight you on it, but you’ll be the one accounting to Polly because I won’t engage with her on this anymore. Michael is an adult - legally an adult - which means if he wants to come here, defy his mother, that’s his call. Polly will need to decide for herself if she wants to have a relationship with her son or not because if she makes him choose, she might not like his choice.”

Tommy still didn’t say anything and his continued silence grated on her nerves more than she’d care to admit. She hated that he could get under her skin. As she looked at him, she noticed the tight lines of his shoulders, the dark circles under his eyes, the almost nervous way he’d scuff the bottom of his shoe against the ground. With a sigh, her own shoulders settled as realization dawned.

“You’re not bothered about Michael at all,” Adeline stated. “This is about everything else. The Italians, Campbell, Churchill - this is what you do when you’re worried about me.”

He blinked. Ashing the cigarette against the brick wall, he turned to her, closed the distance between them and swept her into his arms, fingers biting into her hips as she collided with his chest. Before she could say anything, his lips captured hers, his tongue forcing its way into her mouth, consuming her. While her mind settled, her body ignited. She wrapped her arms around him, fingers sinking to his hair as she pressed more of herself against him, knowing he’d hold her secure. He’d switched their positions, pinning her between his body and the brick wall.

Her eyes fluttered closed as his lips moved down her neck, biting the skin, marking her as his. Part of her wanted to tell him no, to ask him to wait until after they’d dealt with the Italians, but then his thumb brushed across her clothed nipple and she suddenly didn’t care anymore. They were going to kill anyone anyway, so she figured it didn’t matter. His hand moved up, gripped her neck tightly, his fingers squeezing.

“What I wouldn’t do to be able to lock you up inside Arrow House, keep you there, safe. Bound to me bed where I knew you couldn't go off and make dangerous decisions. Can’t think right when you’re not safe. You’re my woman. Mine. And I should be able to protect you, but I know I can’t because you won’t let me.”

Again, his lips devoured hers before she could say anything in response. Her brain was so muddled by the pleasure coursing like fire through her veins that she wasn't sure she’d have been able to say anything coherent anyway. Just as he wanted. The hand not holding her neck moved down to her skirts, lifted them out of the way, bunching it up by her waist. His fingers teased her pussy, rubbed against the cotton covering her clit creating a delicious friction that had her moaning even as she struggled to suck breath into her lungs.

She felt him hard, heavy against her thigh, relished in the power she had over him even as he had her at his mercy, pressed against the brick wall behind her. How long had he needed this? She felt his fingers fumble at the stays on his trousers, felt the hand around her neck flex as he prepared himself. Against her neck, his breath landed in hot, wet pants causing goosebumps to appear on her skin, a shiver working down her spine. While the grip on her neck remained firm, just this side of uncomfortable, his thumb stroked gently against her skin. Some might have confused it for an apology, but Adeline knew better. The movement, the caress, stemmed from his innate need to touch her, to feel her skin beneath his fingers. Since he knew he couldn’t keep her tied to the bed, couldn't contain her to the house, he made due with simple touches as though to remind himself that she was still safe. It broke her heart a little because she knew it was driven by his fear that one day she’d be gone, and he’d no longer be able to hold her in his arms.

A tear slid down her cheek, landing on the hand still gripping her neck. His eyes darted up, his lips hovered above her face, tongue darting out to lick the tears that escaped her closed eyes. He didn’t ask. Instead, he shifted his hips and thrust up into her in one smooth motion, filling her. Fully seated, he paused as she fluttered around his cock. Moments like this when all of her senses were saturated with Tommy made her weak, caused her to desire things she could never have, not in this lifetime. Opening her eyes, she gazed into his eyes; they’d gone a dark, stormy blue and she wanted to drown in him. She wanted so much she could never have, things she’d sworn to herself she could live without when she’d run away from the life her mother designed for her. Tommy thrust his hips and she could feel each vein of his cock as he buried himself inside her again, and again.

Usually so talkative in bed, whispering filth in her ear, Tommy said nothing. His unblinking eyes stared at her, daring her to look away first, to break the connection. It built within her slowly, usually spurred forth from the feeling of his thumb on he clit, his mouth on her breast. His thrusts increased and she felt her back slide against the brick, moaned at the friction, the scratches she could feel along her shoulder blades. Her wetness dripped from her pussy, down her thigh, coating his cock in her essence as he continued to pound her against the wall. Trying to gain some friction against her clit she rose onto her toes, rolling her body closer to his. He growled and tightened the hand around her throat, his other was braced against the wall near her head. Caged by his body she felt small, vulnerable. Her core tightened at the thought. Feeling her clench around him Tommy thrust himself deep, rotated his hips so his pelvis rubbed against her swollen clit. Just as she felt the crest build, he pulled back. Her teeth clenched as her lips pulled into a snarl. He smirked. Against her neck, his thumb shifted up under her chin, causing her to arch her neck as he pressed against her throat.

He held her gaze as his hips increased their pace, fucking her mercilessly. Again she felt her orgasm build as her body began to tremble in his arms. He fucked her, slamming her body into the wall. As she crested, she heard the rip of fabric, felt a sharp sting against her shoulder as her bare skin skid across the brick. Mouth open in a silent scream she came, body trembling as she milked his cock. His pace stuttered as he continued to thrust into her. As the wave passed, the only thing holding her up was his body pinning her to the wall. He stilled, shooting his come deep into her channel, coating her insides. They remained as they were, panting as they came down from the high of their lovemaking. Neither spoke. Tommy brought his lips down, kissed her lazily as his thumb caressed her neck gently. She winced as he pulled from her, immediately missing the feeling of being full of him. As she felt their combined release slide down her thigh she frowned. Glancing up at him, she caught his smirk and rolled her eyes.

“I love knowing you’ve got to walk through the house covered in my scent, my seed.”

If she were any sort of decent woman, she’d be horrified and insulted by his words. Instead, they made her shiver. His smirk grew as he noted her reaction. Pulling back, he assessed her, noted the marks littering her body. Without an apology, for which she was thankful - she might have shot him if he’d apologized for fucking the wits out of her - he held a hand out to her, and guided her back into the house.

Part 19

Master List

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#peaky blinders #peaky blinders fanfiction #peaky blinders fanfic #tommy shelby x oc #thomas shelby x oc #tommy shelby #thomas shelby

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umbralsound-xiv · 10 months

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😘 for Bexy about Mahi'a :>

Them as a person : "A most pleasant conversationalist with a seemingly boundless energy, i have always gotten along well with Mahi'a! We could speak for bells, and never run dry of things to speak of!"

Level of attractiveness : "Mahi'a is a warm person to regard; like watching a butterfly flit about a meadow. Rare to stay still, and rarer still to catch them without some sort of smile on their features, they are endearing by their very nature."

What annoys them most : "Whilst i do appreciate their ability to be vindictive on occasion, i worry for the sun where it goes... Too far..."

What they like the most : "Their inquisitive nature, most certainly! I too am often beholden to my own curiosity, so to find someone who shares the trait is a pleasant thing."

What they’d do if they were locked in a closet together for 4 hours : "Talk, about any and all things. About aether, about places, about people. Mahi'a already speaks much and often, i wager we would have a broad array of subjects covered before the time came to leave."

Overall opinion : "Mahi'a is a good friend of mine; there for when each of us need an ear to listen, for good or bad, both. I treasure our friendship, and always look forward to time spent."

Rating : High! - A dear and trusted friend, who is happy to indulge in conversation and mischief alike!

#Muse: [Bexy]#IC #Ask Answer

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the-manager-guy-on-the-phone · 2 years

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Hey boss, I'm a kinda new hire. I've heard that your superiors have been hard on you lately, so I wanted to say I appreciate you as a manager (much nicer than any I've had before). I've left a homemade cinnamon butterscotch pie in the employee fridge for you as a thank you. Feel free to share it with the nightshift too, they'll probably need it. (original timeline ask, sorry if I did this wrong it's my first ask)

Oh thank you! Glad to know I rate well on the manager scale considering. Everything thats been happening these last few days.

Yeah I’ll go split it up for everyone! Knowing everyone they’d probably start to wager their slice in the bettings.

((Don’t worry this ask was a delight to see in the inbox! You did great!))

#phone guy #in character post #fnaf #1987 original timeline #five nights at freddy’s #inbox message

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spxnglr · 2 years

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@the-arkham-librarian and anonymous asked: 💑 What are my muse’s requirements for a potential partner?

𝙰𝙲𝙲𝙴𝙿𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶.

FELLOW EGON SIMPS COME GET Y’ALL JUICE

I mean, first of all, Egon is demi-everything, so he’d have to know the person, and he’d have to know them WELL. I suspect he can feel hints of attraction at first sight (not that it’s happened often for him, barely ever I’d wager) but he won’t even BEGIN to contemplate a relationship until there’s been a standing friendship established. He’s a scientist, he knows about how the human brain works, the difference between infatuation and genuine love, he knows his senses enough to NOT trust them straight away.

Apart from that? They’d have to have at least SOME interest in his work. Not even the Ghostbusters either, but in science, or research in general. They’d have to be curious about the world around them and whatever exists beyond it, and even the multiverse, because let’s face it, his mind exists in so many planes of existence that AREN’T grounded in his current reality, I doubt anyone who wasn’t like that would be able to manage his personality.

He’d also appreciate someone who wanted to CHANGE the world. Not do anything huge, but just small things to make peoples’ lives just that little bit happier. Help an elderly lady cross the street, assist a homeless individual, utilising whatever resources they have for the greater good, to help their community, to give something back to it. He’d be ALL OVER that.

Besides that? It’s fair game. As I said though, it takes a lot for him to fall for someone, so getting him to do THAT might just be the trickiest part of all.

#𝙸'𝙼 𝙰𝙻𝚆𝙰𝚈𝚂 𝚂𝙴𝚁𝙸𝙾𝚄𝚂. (SELF)#𝙸 𝙲𝙾𝙻𝙻𝙴𝙲𝚃 𝚂𝙿𝙾𝚁𝙴𝚂 𝙼𝙾𝚄𝙻𝙳𝚂 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙵𝚄𝙽𝙶𝚄𝚂. (HEADCANONS)#𝚆𝙴'𝚁𝙴 𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙳𝚈 𝚃𝙾 𝙱𝙴𝙻𝙸𝙴𝚅𝙴 𝚈𝙾𝚄. (ASK)#the-arkham-librarian

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pridewon · 2 years

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@deepsets said: ❛ like what you see? ❜ :smirk: sakuatsu kiyoomi teasing him teehee (questions sentence starters)

Once upon a time, Kiyoomi would complain every time they’d have to share a room while the team was touring for tournaments and practice games. Then again, Kiyoomi would complain about bunking with pretty much everyone, for different reasons depending on who was lucky enough to strike up the lottery win of bunk rooms. That was once upon a time... and Atsumu thinks now, not without a hint of misplaced pride, that Kiyoomi complains a lot less about sharing a room with him than they used to.

Sure, that may have something to do with the fact that they now share a bed, most of the time... but still. A bed, a space, each other’s space. Easier said than done.

But it is done, and now Kiyoomi doesn’t really complain anymore, when they have to room together. Now that’s what you call character development. Atsumu thinks about it as he slips into a pair of sweatpants after his shower and steps back into the room, calling out: “Shower’s free!” To Kiyoomi and the book they are so absorbed in. It’s a well oiled choreography, an impeccable ballet; Atsumu sits down to dry his hair and Kiyoomi stands up to take over the bathroom; which Atsumu has left spotless - see... learning to share a space, each other’s space.

Atsumu is very peculiar when it comes to his hair; and he is right in the middle of his meculiar and meticulous hair-drying routine when he looks up from his towel... and momentarily forgets about his hair. He forgets about his hair, even though he is not a man easily distracted from his hair; he is distracted because...

Like what you see?

Kiyoomi’s voice - teasing and mocking - snaps him at attention, and... well, listen. Atsumu is not an expert on other people, but he’d be willing to wager that anyone with a half-naked Sakusa Kiyoomi within arm’s reach would be distracted too. Call him superficial if you will - but Atsumu has never made it a secret that he is a man of instinct and impulses; a greedy fox drawn to striking, shiny things, that looks new or exciting or just plain good.

Does he like what he sees? Of course he fucking does.

A foxy smile splits from one end of his lips to the other, and he stands up and reaches out to hook a finger around one of Kiyoomi’s belt loops, and tugs them closer. “Whaddaya think, Omi-kun?” He hums. Call him superficial, if you will, for so obviously attaching importance to appearances; for acknowledging shamelessly how a glimpse of his partner’s body sends his head spinning a little. For appreciating sinuous, dry muscle that carry thousands of hours of practice and draconian discipline; or hands calloused from hundreds of thousands of impacts against the leather of a volleyball. Or the dip at their hips, dug from tall, proud posture that betrays bullheaded stubborness and refusal to compromise.

Atsumu had been drawn to a physique first, that’s true. And then, he had filled out the puzzle, piece by piece, every time Kiyoomi would let him; attached a piece of story or character to the superficial level his eyes could see, and sunken a bit deeper into appreciation/affection/love with every new discovery. What is a body, if not the result of what one is - what is muscle, if not the living memory or everything they have been and shaped themselves into; and ultimately became the person he never expected he’d fall so badly for?

So, yeah. Atsumu likes what he sees. All of it; subtext included.

Atsumu leaves his finger around the loop of their belt and keeps them close, and smiles a little wider, free hand slipped around Kiyoomi’s hip. Escape must be made as difficult as possible, you see? “Y’know, maybe I should take a second shower. Just t’be sure. Mind if I join ya?”

#deepsets #(miya a; interactions)#suggestive tw #just in case bvdjvb #even though not really #let atsumu appreciate his partner 2k22 he deserves it :smirk #this got wildly out of hand BJHVBFV and yet i regret nothing go figure

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(requested by mathmaticalknight; continuing from this) Archetto joins the group

“Hey, Archetto!” Blaze waved the cleric over to her table, where Hoshiguma and Schwarz were finalizing a wager. “You busy right now?”

The Liberi was there before you could say ‘partnership.’ “Certainly not too busy for business! What can I help with, Blaze?”

“The girls and I were curious: did you really sign up for that idol project to help support Landen Monastery?” The question was quite literally worth a thousand LMD - actually, more like twelve thousand, thanks to the raises the trio had gotten recently for all their hard work in the field and on-base.

“O-oh, that?” She hesitated for a moment but eventually sighed. “Yes and no.”

The Oni patted the empty chair. “Mind elaborating? We’re drinking Landed tonight in honor of your debut.”

“I don’t like many beers, but yours is great.” The other Sniper at the table sloshed her mug in solidarity.

“Really? On behalf of the monastery, thanks for the business!” That seemed to put Archetto in the mood to talk as she took a seat and, at Blaze’s insistence, poured herself a mug from the barrel the trio’d purchased. “First off, the first time I was offered a job like this, it was a small company, and they tried to trick me into it. Only reason I didn’t take the offer, honestly, was because the check wasn’t nearly enough to make the hours worthwhile…Ahh~ Tastes like home.”

Schwarz gave her a quizzical look. “How’d that nearly work?”

“Well, you see, when I started talking to them about opportunities, I was talking about the monastery buying some ad time - not much, but free publicity across the whole city would’ve been nice - and I demoed a potential jingle for them to use. That’s when they agreed to draw up some paperwork overnight for me to take a look at the next day, and they were really pushing me to sign without getting into the details of the wording, so I looked extra-close because that’s suspicious as Kazdel. If they’d been more upfront about it and given me a chance to haggle a bit on benefits and whatnot, I might’ve made my debut much earlier…But then I wouldn’t have made it here, or met the Doctor, and that would be a real shame.”

“I’m sure MSR and MountainDash appreciate you gettin’ here without being snatched up by some other agency, too.” The Guard practically guzzled the rest of her tankard to have room to freshly refill it to the top. “How’d they find you, by the way? Sing them your beer-and-bread jingle, too?”

The cleric shook her head. “That company ended up advertising for the monastery after all - someone recorded when I sang for them, and they used that to bring attention to both themselves and Landen. Bison told me his dad saw some of those commercials and started the whole ‘MountainDash Logistics Idol Concert’ idea, and when they watched the commercials together, Bison realized I was the one singing, so they reached out to me.”

“But it was your jingle that got their attention,” Hoshi emphasized, giving her opponent a sly grin.

“Basically?” With that, the Oni cheered and claimed her prize from the other Feline. “Wait, did you- was I the subject of a bet?”

The other three suddenly recognized what they’d done unintentionally. “Uh…sorry about that,” the Guard repli-

“Oh, I don’t mind, I just want my cut. Five percent should do it.” She held out a hand to the Defender, wiggling her fingers even.

“Heh…hahaha!” Hoshiguma gave her 1000 LMD in 200-count bills. “There, you’ve earned it. Funny thing is, that’s not the only bet we’ve got open about you.”

Ceylon’s bodyguard sighed. “Cat’s out of the bag. Archetto, are you interested in the Doctor?”

“...Eh?” Archetto.exe had stopped responding.

“Yeah, are you interested in him?” Blaze leaned forward. “You know he’s single, right?”

The Liberi swallowed the last of her mug’s precious nectar and went for another cup. “One moment.”

“I feel like that’s telling enough,” the other Sniper interjected.

“No, it’s fine; I don’t want money changing hands wrongly because I wasn’t clear.” Once she’d had enough liquid courage, the cleric nodded to herself. “But…yes.”

All three of them handed her 500 LMD. “None of us thought you’d admit it so easily,” the Guard explained, patting the victorious Liberi on the back.

“Really? Do you guys think I’m that bashful? Well, definitely not after a few pints of Landen!” The cleric lifted her drink in the air triumphantly before starting to chug.

“No,” Schwarz observed, “but he’s standing behind you.”

She finished the tankard before looking behind her. “Hey, Doctor! Wanna sit down for a pint?”

“Certainly.” The Doctor set his cup at their table before sitting down; Blaze poured him half a mug from the barrel, knowing he wouldn’t be having much.

“That was a good setup,” Archetto beamed at the girls before throwing her arm around the Doctor’s back. “Now as for you…”

When the Liberi didn’t say anything else, suddenly freezing up, he put his arm around her shoulders. “As for me? I’ll see you tomorrow morning for a shift as my assistant.”

“...Tomorrow?!”

“I stopped by tonight to tell you; I didn’t get to finish my schedule earlier today as I’d originally planned.” He sipped his beer with an entirely asynchronous amount of refinement. “I’m surprised the three of you were willing to pretend you made that bet.”

Hoshiguma pulled out her phone. “That bet was real, Doctor. We saw the schedule before we sat down at the table.”

“Ah, I see. Well played…However, I do believe I’m also entitled to a cut of the pot, then?” The Doctor’s eyes flashed; with his mask down, his smug grin was plainly visible.

“A cut of the pot?” The cleric repeated to herself in a soft whisper. “He really is perfect~”

Another 1500 LMD made its way to the Doctor, and from there, the night went rather smoothly. Before he left, escorting the half-asleep Archetto home, the Doctor slipped his mask back over his face. “Thank you for the entertaining evening, girls, but I’ve got a long morning ahead of me tomorrow. Enjoy the rest of your night.”

“You, too, Doctor,” Blaze replied with a mischievous smile.

“...Blaze,” he sighed, shaking his head, “I would never.”

The Oni shrugged. “But you knew what she meant anyway. Almost as if you thought about it.”

“Only the impression. Good night.”

“Well, he’s gonna be a lil’ sour with me tomorrow,” the Guard chuckled. “Mission accomplished?”

The other Feline clinked mugs with her and Hoshi. “Success.”

“And not a moment too soon. He said he enjoyed playing matchmaker, but his true colors came out on the retreat, didn’t they?” The bar was close to shutting down for the night, but the trio had a keg to finish. The Defender had the honor tonight, drawing up the last cup of Landen’s for the night.

“Oh, I don’t think he hid it that badly,” Blaze shrugged. “We just know ‘im a lil’ better than most.”

Schwarz gave her a curious look. “Do we?”

“Sure do! Well, at least Bunny and I do.” No small amount of pride in her voice as she said that.

“Speaking of Bunny,” Amiya whispered in her ear, “it’s getting late, isn’t it?”

The perfect way to end the night like that, or at least, they way that night ended for Hoshiguma and Schwarz: getting splashed in the face by Landen’s pride and joy as a Feline flips a table in surprise.

#arknights #arknights fic #archetto (arknights)#blaze (arknights)#hoshiguma (arknights)#schwarz (arknights)#amiya (arknights)#snirk #that ending is cracking me up as i'm posting this #i can see it happening in slo-mo too #just beautiful :D

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darklydeliciousdesires · 2 years

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From Blood, Love and Courage - Chapter Twelve.

So, the update is a day early as I don’t know when I’ll have chance tomorrow. Thank you everyone for your feeback on the last, it wasn’t an easy thing to write, and I can imagine not for you guys to read, either, so I’m truly appreciative. We’re back on the unlock feature now as well, 25 notes on this will unlock next Tuesday’s update.

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Warnings - 18+ content throughout, minors DNI!

They sat in silence for a long time, silence save her frightened wails, Angel rocking her in his arms until she began to settle, his brow furrowed, Lily curled right into him like a little wounded bird seeking refuge in the embrace of a bigger, more formidable protector, Angel's jaw set tightly as the same thought washed through his mind like a ceaseless wave. ‘They’re dead. Whoever did this to my baby, they’re dead.’

“Bish, can you call Maggie?”

He nodded, getting up and heading outside to contact his wife, Taza remaining behind the bar, pounding back bourbon as he finally let himself deal with pretty much the same thing Angel had in mind. Murder. Whoever had done this to his sweet Lilypad would die for it, but he knew he wouldn’t be the man to hand it to him. It wasn’t his job.

“Lily, I need to get you to Maggie, alright? You need help, she needs to check you over,” he spoke softly, stroking her back. She nodded, gulping.

“Okay.” She didn’t even sound like her, and it broke him even more.

“I don’t know if I’m supposed to ask this, but can you tell me what happened? Did you get a look at the guy who did this to you?” Immediately, she tensed all over, burrowing back against his neck, hugging the blanket around herself more, hiding her face within it. “Okay, sweet pea. You don’t have to say a word if you don’t wanna talk. Just know I’m here when you want to. I love you.”

Her trembles began again, Angel stroking her, kissing her hair, rocking her gently just as Bishop came back in. “She’s on her way, she’ll take you both over to the clinic.” It was fortunate that Maggie was the primary MD at the medical clinic she worked at, meaning she could see Lily off the books, the unspoken notion that of course, this would be handled by the MC and not the police. Whoever had done this to Lily had an unmarked grave in their future, not a jail cell for some pitifully unjust sentence they’d likely receive. Bishop then made a motion towards the bar, raising his eyebrows.

“Patron. Big fucking measure.” An understandable request from Angel, he thought. Hell, if it was him in his place, he’d be gulping it back right from the bottle. He nodded, gesturing at Lily. Angel asked her if she wanted anything, but she shook her head, Bishop heading for the bar, Taza already having the requested big measure poured. He took it back, Angel sinking it in two gulps, not feeling much better for it. He wagered he’d likely need to finish the entire bottle to sedate the kind of rage and heartbreak he had swirling around within him.

Maggie arrived just under a half hour later, Angel thanking both Bishop and Taza, the former telling him he’d explain everything to EZ when he arrived back, Angel feeling bad that in his haste to return to Lily’s side, he’d completely forgotten to alert his brother to the fact she’d turned up. Opening the back door of the Chrysler Voyager, he gently placed her down, Lily clutching onto him and making a frightened squeak of reluctance, Angel quick to reassure her. “It’s okay, I’m not leaving you. It’s alright.”

She shuffled over, lying down on the back seat, Angel fastening a belt around her middle after he got in, Maggie turning to them, her eyes glassy as she looked at Lily.

“Hi, baby. I’m going to try and make this a little better for you, at least for your comfort. Oh, sweetheart. I’m so sorry this happened.” She sniffed, drying her eyes, reaching to squeeze Angel’s thigh before turning back and starting the engine. Maggie had thought the first time she’d have Lily enter her clinic would be for when she was due to have her contraceptive implant changed that coming October, not for something like this, for the horrific event of being checked over after being raped. She’d had experience in it before, and it was heartbreaking, to see the physical damage inflicted upon a woman in the wake of such.

They remained silent throughout the journey, Lily hugging Angel’s thigh as he stroked her hair, holding one of her hands. If only he’d hit the road sooner, he might have seen it, seen her being dragged off somewhere, been able to put a bullet through the man who had taken her before he ever had chance to violate her. Why didn’t he leave sooner? What part of his stupid brain couldn’t work out that if she was late, it didn’t matter how much of a badass she was, if she wasn’t answering her phone, then it spelled out that she was likely in trouble?

Before he could beat himself mentally any further, they arrived at the clinic, Angel carrying her from the car, still swathed in the blanket, Maggie going ahead to open up and turn off the alarm. Her office was down at the end of the hall, the cleanly scented environment pleasant, Lily looking up at a picture on the wall and thinking how odd it was, that she even registered it to be a nice print, wondering how her brain could even make room for that observance when everything else within her mind was utter chaos.

“Do you want us to give you a minute, while you change into this?” Maggie asked, pulling a fresh gown from its packet after they’d entered. Lily immediately burrowing herself against Angel again. Her heart went out to her, the thought of him being even out of touching distance to her much too frightening to bear. Maggie got it; Angel was safety to her. He was where nothing and no one could hurt her again. “I’ll wait outside, give you some privacy.”

Lily nodded, waiting for the door to close, not moving immediately, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat comforting to her, eventually peeling herself away from his chest. She pulled off her t shirt, wincing slightly, Angel seeing all the bruises, cuts and welts all over her, that feeling of being pierced by something hitting him again as his eyes toured her injuries, helping her into the purple gown, fastening the back while she pushed her shorts down her legs.

Wincing, she gasped in pain when attempting to bend and pick them up tore a razors edge of pain through her, Angel reaching to grab them instead. When he noticed the amount of blood straining at the crotch, a feeling of pure horror flooded him, closing his eyes. “Jesus Christ.” he stammered quietly, folding them, placing them on the side with her t-shirt. He could have burst into tears for her right then, holding the lump in his throat firmly. It wasn’t his time to be upset. He couldn’t fall apart, not now.

She slipped her feet from her vans before carefully shuffling onto the examination bed, taking a breath as Maggie called if she was ready from outside. “Yeah.” she called weakly.

“Do you want me to stay?” Angel asked, Lily reaching for his hand immediately. He stood back as much as she’d let him, Maggie pulling on a pair of surgical gloves, beginning to check her over, beginning with her face.

“Okay, I’m thinking this is likely fractured from the swelling,” she began, gently touching her cheek. “Some trauma to your eyeball, the white is bloodshot. I’m just going to shine a light in your eye, is that okay?” she nodded, Maggie watching her pupil react as it should have. “Is your vision normal?”

“Blurry at times. I think I have a concussion. I’ve had two before.” Maggie nodded, making Lily follow her finger. Her eyes didn’t react to the movement as they should have, confirming her suspicion. It didn’t surprise her, feeling through her hair and checking her scalp for any trauma wounds, finding a few bumps, but no broken skin. She checked inside her mouth, finding a few cuts from likely being punched, the soft tissues hitting her teeth, one of which was a little loose. “Leave it alone and it’ll reset itself in the gum. You might find that the nerves have died, but your dentist will be able to deter that with ultrasonic pulses.” She then checked the cuts upon her neck, noting she’d need stitches in a few places, the blade looking to have at least been sharp. Knife cuts from a blunt blade were far worse.

“Can you wiggle all of your fingers?” Lily demonstrated that she could, Maggie checking her range of motion in her arms.

“I think my ribs are broken, on my right side.”

Maggie nodded. “May I lift your gown to look?” Lily okayed that, Maggie gently checking, the bruising very angry already. Yes, definitely broken. She checked her abdomen as well, noticing scuffs and bruises there too. “Muscular damage in your abdomen, severe bruising.” she noted, gently pressing, Lily hissing in pain, gripping Angel’s hand. She then checked her legs, noting her ankle was swollen but not broken, asking her to wiggle her toes, Lily not able to move particularly well on her lower half, namely because of the pain radiating from between her legs. That was the part Maggie wasn’t relishing in having to inspect.

“Okay, I’m going to have to examine you internally now, which will require that I clamp you open, like when you have a cervical screening. I’ll numb the area first, though. Are you okay for me to do that?” Lily blinked tears down her face, but nodded, lying back, her nails digging into the flesh of Angel’s hand as her chest began to rise and fall with nerves, Maggie popping her feet up in place before turning on the overhead light, taking what she needed to begin numbing her up.

“Try to relax, deep breaths.” Angel took a seat on a small stool he pulled out behind the counter, pressing his cheek to hers and stroking the other side of her face, soothing her when she began to whimper out of panic. As soon as she felt the clamp press, she screamed, shutting her legs immediately, gripping onto him. His heart broke for her all over again. Her scared wailing filled the room, Maggie remaining in retreat, stroking her shin lovingly, Angel holding her tight, looking up at Maggie and shaking his head.

“I have to,” she lamented, gesturing. “This amount of blood, she likely has serious internal tears that need to be treated. Lily, honey, if you say it’s okay, I’m going to give you a mild sedative, so you won’t feel anything. You’ll be all dreamy, you won’t be scared, and I can patch you up and have you all done by the time you come round again. Can I do that for you? You’ve been so, so brave, but I think you might need some help now, something to help you relax. I don’t want you to go through anything else painful or traumatic tonight if I can help make that better for you.”

She composed herself, her breathing shaky, wracked by sobs, nodding eventually. Maggie got up, removing her gloves before heading out, needing to visit the supply room to locate the sedative she intended to use. Coming back in, she also sorted what she needed to stitch and dress her neck wounds, locating a syringe and pulling back the small amount required, wiping her inner arm with an alcohol swab before injecting her. She waited, the shot taking about a minute to kick in, Lily’s eyes fluttering shut as her body relaxed, Angel still holding her hand and stroking her hair, letting out a long sigh.

He let her work, looking down at Lily’s face, glad she had a little relief from it all, if only for a short time. He stroked her cheek with his thumb, the one that hadn’t been fractured, kissing her forehead lovingly. All he wanted was to get her home and hold her. No. All he wanted was for this not to have happened to his precious sweet pea. Once Maggie was done, she went to the cupboard and pulled out a pair of scrub pants from a packet, slipping them on before arranging Lily’s legs comfortably once more, pulling the gown back down and removing her gloves as she stood.

“Honestly, how bad?” Angel asked, with obvious trepidation.

She took a breath, her eyes full of sadness. “Honestly?” He nodded. “I’ve treated rape victims in the past. Lily is one of the worst I’ve seen.” He put his head down on the bed next to her, muttering something, his hands tightening their grasp on hers. When he emerged, his eyes were glassy, Maggie continuing her explanation softly.

“She has tears and bruising, of which should heal within four to six weeks. She has dissolvable stitches, so there’ll be no need to have them removed. It’ll likely burn when she tries to take a pee, though, so numbing cream should help with that. She won’t be able to be submerged in water for about a fortnight, but after that an Epsom salts bath can be helpful for healing. Until then, just showers only. I would say obviously no use of tampons either, but I know from her implant that she doesn’t get periods, so that’s moot. I’m going to stitch her neck while she’s still out, if you could just move over a scooch.”

He did, pulling his phone out, seeing he had a message from his brother, asking how they both were. ‘Bad. I’ll call you in the morning’ was his quick reply. By the time her wounds were cleaned and stitched, Maggie cleaning down all her scrapes as well, Lily was beginning to come round, looking down to see herself more covered thanks to the pair of scrub pants she’d had put on her, Maggie asking what she wanted to do with her clothes.

“I don’t want them. Hold on.” she reached beneath the gown, removing her strapless bra and handing that over, too, not wanting to take a single piece of clothing away with her that she’d been wearing when it happened. Maggie said she’d incinerate them, picking up two bottles of pills and pack of dressings.

“Painkillers, and sleeping tablets, just in case you have issues falling asleep. You’ll likely want to take a shower once you arrive home, so pop the dressings on once you’re done. Obviously, just use warm water between your legs and some unscented soap. Actually, I have some of that here.” she rifled through her cupboard, finding a bottle of mild liquid soap and putting it into her bag for her, Lily placing in the other items she held. “I explained to Angel that you needed some internal stitches as well as external, but they’re all dissolvable. You should be healed within six weeks, no taking baths for two. After that, Epsom salts baths will help ease any lasting soreness. Now, where am I taking you home to, your place or Angel’s?”

“Angel’s. It’s closer. I’ll text Johan, he has my spare key, ask him to go down and feed Charlie.” she spoke, firstly to Maggie, and then to her boyfriend. Thank god she had an abundance of her stuff at his, meaning she wouldn’t have to mess around going to collect things that she needed from her place first. All she wanted as to shower and get in bed. She was exhausted, in pain, and more mentally muddled than she’d ever felt before in her entire life. Nothing felt right. The only thing settling to her frayed, traumatised state was the strong presence of Angel, carrying her back out to the car, Lily sitting next to him, her head against his chest in his arms, staring blankly as they were transported back to his.

She felt like she was on autopilot, not really herself at the helm, still a little woozy from the sedative, but still, beyond that, like she wasn’t really there. It kept hitting her in waves, what had happened, her mind not truly able to process it, yet at the same time, it was all she could think. ‘I was raped. I’m a rape victim. And they’re still out there.’ That was another reason she wanted to be at Angel’s place, just in case they knew where she lived. She knew it was unreasonable, that they likely didn’t, and wouldn’t be able to get near her wherever she was with the threat of the man who would shoot them in the head without hesitation by her side, but still. It was her reasoning, and no one would question it for a second.

She was vaguely aware of Maggie saying something sweet to her, telling her she was only at the end of phone if she needed her before Angel lifted her from the car, carrying her to the house. “What can I do?” he asked, as soon as they were inside, locking and bolting the door behind them. She seemed to relax a little at that.

“I need to take a shower, but I... I don’t want to be alone.” He could understand that. He knew she likely wouldn’t let him leave her side in the hours that would follow this, nor would he want to. Whatever she needed, he would fulfil. She limped through the house with him to the bathroom, Angel turning the shower on and undressing, Lily removing the gown and scrub pants, sighing as she looked down at herself, taking the soap from her bag and a fresh wash cloth from the linen shelf before walking in, the warm water hitting her, making her feel refreshed immediately, carefully washing herself down.

The water turned pink from the tinges of dried blood she sloughed from her skin, yet even when she was clean all over, purified, she still felt dirty, sullied by it, by them. A broken little sob exited her mouth as she turned, resting her cheek to Angel’s thick chest, his arms wrapping around her as she began to cry, everything within her shattered to pieces, lost in the storm of what they’d put her through as the water rained down on them.

It was a vast, black void within her, a place where empty winds scraped like blades over weakened flesh, a place where no sunshine dared to brighten the desolateness, a landscape dark and baren, devoid of anything joyful. And it was inside of her, growing, feeding off her misery, her shame, her sadness.

She couldn’t even imagine how she’d feel, going through this without him, her beloved Angel. He leaned back against the tiles, stroking her, kissing her head, wishing with every fibre within him that he could take it all away for her, like glass from a wound, pick it out and throw it away, stitch her wounds and kiss them better.

He couldn’t. And it killed him.

“I love you so much.” Taking her face in his hands, he pressed his forehead to hers, kissing her softly, his lips finding each tear as they fell thereafter, resting his chin atop her head when she leaned against him once more. He had no idea how long they stayed there for, washing her hair for her, quickly rinsing his as well before they got out, Angel wrapping her up in all the soft towels she’d brought and he’d complained about being too fluffy, quickly drying off and pulling on a pair of clean boxers once back in the bedroom, Lily hunting out some of her comfortable, soft cotton undies and pulling them on carefully with his help before sliding beneath the bed covers, curling up against him.

She winced, trying to get comfortable, pulling out a pillow from beneath her head and placing it between her thighs. “It hurts to lie with my legs shut.” Continuing to shuffle, she still couldn’t find comfort, muttering that it wasn’t the right height, stuffing the pillow back atop the other. She was just about to turn onto her back when Angel gently grasped beneath her knee, draping her leg across his hips.

“That better?”

It was. It didn’t put pressure on her stitches. Internal fucking stitches. She’d expected to perhaps first experience those after giving birth, not because three men took it upon themselves to brutalise her. “Yes, that’s way better.”

“Is there anything you want, or need for me to be doing that I’m not?” His consideration of her made what was truly intolerable pain, both mentally and physically, more manageable. She shuddered to think how she’d feel if there was no Angel by her side. Just him being there and asking what he could do was a support she was thankful for.

She shook her head, curling against him further, breathing in the scent of his soap fresh skin. She knew that eventually, she had to detail to him what had happened to her, so he could go about putting those grievous wrongs right. She knew this wouldn’t be a matter for the police; if an outlaw’s girlfriend was raped, the perpetrators ceased to exist. She knew Angel was that kind of man, and she wasn’t about to stop him from being that man either.

After the terror they’d put her through, she was fine with the idea of all three of them eventually ceasing to breathe at his hands. If they were dead, they could never do it to another woman.

The thought of actually verbalising it all, though, even to him? It frightened her, made her heart race, because she knew detailing in explanation would make what had happened to her even more real. For that moment, she needed to build a wall between it, to just find a little stillness, to bask in the affection and safe embrace of a man who wasn’t ever going to hurt her like that, of her man, who loved her.

“Do I still have any of those no sugar lemonade cans in the fridge?” she asked a while later. “And do you have weed? I could do with mental cloudiness. Being sedated earlier was nice.”

He kissed her head, gently shifting from beneath her, Lily carefully rolling onto her back. “I’ll be right back.” She shuffled around, wincing, trying to think back to any MMA related injuries that had hurt as much. Of course, there hadn’t been any. This was completely standalone.

Pushing up, she leaned back against the pillows, taking the very large lit blunt Angel handed to her, the soda can too before he climbed back into bed. She took a couple of her painkillers, leaving the bottles on the nightstand, abstaining from the sleeping pills. If she could sleep under the sedation of weed, she’d prefer that.

She sipped at her soda, passing the blunt back and forth with him, feeling a little more settled. Everything was still hell within, but it had been somewhat smoothed. When her painkillers kicked in, as well as the realisation that they were of the very strong variety, she finally felt her eyelids grow heavy. It was what she needed, to just not be awake, Angel stubbing out the half smoked blunt and pulling her close again so she could rest comfortably after turning off the light.

Sadly, it was only two hours before nightmares over her ordeal forced her waking with a scream, thrashing around out of terror.

“Baby, it’s alright, you’re alright, shhhh,” he comforted her with, turning the bedside lamp back on, her screams ceasing, breathing ragged as she allowed him to pull her against his chest, gripping one of his arms, crying hard.

“I hate this, I hate it! I... I was so scared, Angel! I couldn’t protect myself, it just... and... I...” she gasped, taking deep breaths, trying to calm herself.

“I know, fuck, baby. I can’t even imagine how frightened you were, but you’re safe now. No one is gonna get a chance to do this to you again, I swear it. When I find him, he’s gone. Painfully, too. Dude’s gonna get torn to shreds for what he did to you.” The rage, oh god, the rage that pulsed through every fibre of his being towards whoever it was whom had done this to her. It was like nothing he’d ever experienced before.

Lily turned to him, stroking his face, seeing the pain and anger in his eyes. It’d be so much worse, when he knew what had happened, but she knew she had to tell him. Reaching behind him, she picked up the ashtray, taking the blunt and lighting it, needing to feel calmed again. She was silent, contemplating it all as she smoked, curling her legs up to her chest despite the pain, reaching for his hand. “It wasn’t one,” she sobbed, sniffing. “It was three.”

He felt like he had a jagged boulder tumbling through his insides, hearing her correction. “Three?” he exclaimed in whisper, his grip on her hand tightening. No wonder she was in such bad shape internally. Three of them? He could barely comprehend it.

She nodded, finger combing her damp hair. “They must’ve been tailing behind me for a while, way back down the street so I wouldn’t notice the car. I think it was dark red, or purple. Might have been a Chevrolet of some type. Anyway, they got out, took my phone and dragged me into an alleyway, I think by the side of the food warehouse. They gagged me, beat me, and then each took their turn. The first one, I thought I recognised his voice, but I’m not sure. They all wore balaclavas, but I could tell that two were white and one was black, and he had the gold things on his top teeth, the...” she began, gesturing to her own mouth.

“Grills,” Angel filled in for her.

“Yeah, and it had something engraved on them, but I can’t remember what. He told me that I was really enjoying it, though, called me a slut, called me dirty. Him and the first guy, they were into it, but the third, not so much. He pulled the gag out of my mouth when it began to choke me, said I’d die if he didn’t. When it was him, you know... he didn’t seem like he wanted to. He never hit me either, just held me down. Then, after it was over, they beat me some more and left me there.

“I’ve never been so fucking frightened. I begged them to stop, but I just got punched some more, told to shut up. I wanted to die, it hurt so much, it was... it was so horrible. I can’t even begin to process it; I don’t know how to. I don’t know how to carry on. I don’t feel like me any longer.”

She began gasping again, crying hard as he held her. He had no idea what to say in the wake of that, but he had to try to tell her something, stroking her hair lovingly, closing his eyes for a few moments as he swallowed back the lump in his throat after hearing it, the harrowing account of what had befallen his beloved. “You’re probably not gonna feel like you for a while, but you will, when some time has passed. Just take it one day at a time, and know I’m always, always gonna be right here for you. I don’t know how I can make it better, but I want to try where I can, listening when you need to talk, doing whatever you need me to as well.”

She turned to him, stroking his face. “Thank you. You’ve taken such good care of me, and I love you for it. I couldn’t get through this if I was alone.”

He learned close to her, kissing her shoulder. “You’ll never be alone in this, I’m here. I love you so much.” After finishing the joint, she settled down again, Angel hoping that when she eventually fell asleep, it would be dreamless, that she could rest. While she lay there sleeping, he went to the bathroom, pulling the lid down on the toilet and sitting there, finally allowing the tears he’d fought against to fall, crying for her, for everything she’d gone through, beyond heartbroken. Why her? Why his baby? Just what the fuck possessed not one, but three men to do that to her?

He covered his face with his hands as it washed over him in waves, the pain of seeing her so broken, the rage of what had happened, and the resolve of his pledge in light of it all.

When he found them, they would not breathe.

They would die in agony for what they had done to her.

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