#Best Air Chiller

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Cooling Innovations: Unveiling the Magic of Air Chillers

Introduction

In the world of industrial cooling, where precise temperature control is essential for various applications, air chillers have emerged as one of the most efficient and versatile cooling solutions. These innovative machines play a vital role in maintaining optimum temperature in industrial processes, ensuring smooth operation of critical equipment and enhancing overall productivity.

What are air chillers?

Air chillers, also known as air cooled chillers, are refrigeration systems designed to remove heat from a process or application and circulate it to the surrounding air. They work by using a compression-refrigeration cycle, similar to the way traditional air conditioners work. However, air chillers are specifically designed to handle higher cooling loads and are widely used in industrial settings.

How Do Air Chillers Work?

Refrigeration Cycle

Air chillers work through a four-stage refrigeration cycle: compression, condensation, expansion, and evaporation. The cycle begins with the compressor compressing the refrigerant gas, raising its temperature and pressure. The high-pressure gas then flows into the condenser, where it releases heat and condenses into a high-pressure liquid.

Heat Dissipation

The high-pressure liquid refrigerant then enters an expansion valve, where it undergoes a pressure drop, which turns it into a low-pressure liquid-gas mixture. This mixture then enters the evaporator, where it absorbs heat from the process or application, thus cooling it. The now low pressure gas returns to the compressor to repeat the cycle.

Benefits of Air Chillers

Efficient Cooling: Air chillers provide efficient cooling performance, making them suitable for a variety of industrial applications, such as plastics manufacturing, food processing, pharmaceuticals, and more. They provide precise temperature control while ensuring stability and consistency of production processes.

Easy Installation and Maintenance

An important advantage of air chillers is their ease of installation and maintenance. Unlike water-cooled systems, which require extensive plumbing and water supply, air chillers require only proper airflow and electrical connections, making them easier to install and maintain and more cost-effective.

Eco-Friendly

Air chillers eliminate the need for large amounts of water, as would be required in water-cooled chiller, making them a more environmentally friendly option. Additionally, they do not contribute to water wastage or potential water pollution.

Industrial Applications

Plastic Industry: Air chillers are used extensively in the plastics industry to cool molds and prevent deformation of plastic parts. They help in rapid solidification of molten plastic, which increases production efficiency and improves product quality.

Food and Beverage Industry

In the food and beverage industry, air chillers are used for cooling during food processing, packaging, and storage. They maintain the freshness of perishable goods and ensure compliance with strict temperature regulations.

Pharmaceuticals and Chemicals

Pharmaceutical and chemical processes often require precise temperature control. Air chillers are used to cool reaction vessels, control exothermic reactions, and maintain temperatures required for various pharmaceutical and chemical processes.

Conclusion

Air chillers are truly a cooling innovation that has revolutionized various industrial sectors. From plastics to food processing and pharmaceuticals, these machines ensure stable temperatures, efficient operation and increased productivity. With their Eco-friendly features, ease of installation and cost-effectiveness, air chillers have become an indispensable asset in the field of industrial cooling, paving the way for a more sustainable and reliable future.

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Best Chiller Maintenance Services in Dammam: SSOMCO Leads the Way

Why Chiller Maintenance Matters

Chillers play a pivotal role in cooling large spaces and maintaining optimal temperatures for both industrial operations and commercial buildings. Without regular maintenance, these systems can suffer from wear and tear, reduced efficiency, or even complete breakdowns. Proper chiller maintenance services ensure your system operates smoothly, preventing costly repairs and downtime.

For businesses and facilities in Dammam, Khobar, Jubail, and other parts of the Eastern Province, ensuring the reliability of cooling systems is non-negotiable. A malfunctioning chiller can disrupt operations, compromise product quality, or even result in unsafe working conditions.

Why SSOMCO is the Best Choice for Chiller Maintenance in Dammam

SSOMCO has been a trusted name in the field of Chiller Maintenance Services in Dammam and across the Eastern Province. Their reputation for providing high-quality and efficient services is backed by years of experience and a dedicated team of professionals. Here’s why SSOMCO stands out:

1. Expertise and Experience

With over a decade of industry experience, SSOMCO has honed its expertise in servicing all types of chillers. Whether it’s air-cooled or water-cooled chillers, SSOMCO has the knowledge and skill set to handle complex systems. Their technicians are well-trained and stay updated on the latest cooling technologies, ensuring that they can provide the best possible service to their clients.

2. Comprehensive Maintenance Packages

SSOMCO offers a range of chiller maintenance services tailored to the specific needs of each client. Their maintenance packages include:

Routine Inspections: Preventive maintenance is key to extending the lifespan of chillers. SSOMCO’s technicians conduct thorough inspections to identify potential issues before they escalate into major problems.

Cleaning and Performance Checks: A key part of chiller efficiency is regular cleaning and performance optimization. SSOMCO ensures the system is free of dirt, debris, and buildup, which can compromise cooling performance.

Refrigerant Management: Low refrigerant levels or leaks can drastically reduce chiller efficiency. SSOMCO’s experts handle refrigerant recharges, leak detection, and repairs, ensuring the system operate at peak performance.

System Calibration and Optimization: SSOMCO fine-tunes the system settings to optimize energy consumption and maximize the chiller’s performance.

3. 24/7 Emergency Services

Chillers are crucial, and sometimes they need urgent repairs to avoid disruption. SSOMCO understands the importance of maintaining business continuity and offers round-the-clock emergency chiller maintenance services. Their quick-response team can attend to any sudden breakdowns or urgent repairs, minimizing downtime and restoring system functionality as quickly as possible.

4. Cost-Effective Solutions

SSOMCO is committed to offering high-quality chiller maintenance services at competitive rates. By choosing SSOMCO, businesses can reduce the likelihood of costly repairs or system replacements through regular maintenance, saving money in the long run. Moreover, SSOMCO offers flexible payment plans and packages to suit the needs and budgets of different clients.

5. Environmentally Conscious

As part of their commitment to sustainability, SSOMCO ensures that their chiller maintenance services are environmentally friendly. They promote energy-efficient systems and use eco-friendly refrigerants whenever possible. This approach helps businesses reduce their carbon footprint while also lowering energy consumption, which is an important consideration in today’s climate-conscious market.

6. Service Across the Eastern Province

While SSOMCO is based in Dammam, their chiller maintenance services extend to the entire Eastern Province, including Khobar, Jubail, Al-Ahsa, and Ras Tanura. Their extensive network of trained professionals ensures that no matter where your business is located in the region, you can rely on SSOMCO for all your chiller maintenance needs.

The Benefits of Regular Chiller Maintenance

For businesses across the Eastern Province, regular chiller maintenance services from SSOMCO offer numerous benefits:

Increased Efficiency: Proper maintenance ensures that your chiller runs efficiently, which can lead to lower energy costs.

Longer Lifespan: Routine care helps extend the operational lifespan of your chiller, ensuring it serves you well for many years.

Reduced Downtime: With timely inspections and maintenance, you can avoid unexpected breakdowns and keep your operations running smoothly.

Improved Cooling Performance: Well-maintained chillers provide consistent and reliable cooling, which is vital for maintaining comfortable temperatures in large facilities or ensuring the quality of temperature-sensitive products.

Compliance with Regulations: SSOMCO ensures that your chillers meet all local regulations, including those related to safety, energy efficiency, and environmental impact.

How to Get Started with SSOMCO

Getting started with SSOMCO for chiller maintenance services is simple. You can contact them directly through their website or by calling their customer service number. SSOMCO offers free consultations, allowing you to discuss your specific needs and receive tailored recommendations for your chiller system. Whether you're looking for a one-time inspection or a long-term maintenance contract, SSOMCO provides flexible options to fit your requirements.

Conclusion

When it comes to Chiller Maintenance Services in Dammam and the broader Eastern Province, SSOMCO is the go-to provider. Their expert technicians, comprehensive services, and commitment to customer satisfaction make them a trusted partner for businesses seeking to optimize the performance and lifespan of their cooling systems. Whether you’re in Dammam, Khobar, Jubail, or anywhere else in the region, SSOMCO offers reliable, efficient, and cost-effective solutions that ensure your chillers run smoothly all year round.

If you want to ensure your business stays cool and efficient, trust SSOMCO to provide the Best Chiller Maintenance Services in Dammam and the Eastern Province.

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[planete777]

getting high with lando and u somehow end up on his lap and u kinda accidentally grind down on him and he moans and says that feels rlly good and ur just like yeah? and u end up riding him

I WANNA RIDE・⁠｡♪ LN4

( lando norris x fem!reader )

WARNINGS. 18+, MINORS DNI, getting high (as per), p in v unprotected sex (practise safe sex guys!!), semi public sex, riding, a little bit of body worship, high!lando x reader being hot (as per pt. 2)

NOTE. anon prbly wanted this as a small thought post, but i had to write a proper fic coz planete.exe 404 error: BRAINROTTING! so plz enjoy my first ever smut (sorry if it sucks i tried), and remember, don't get high!! or do wtv u please.... ok bye 🫶

SIDENOTE. my askbox is open! feel free to send in any thoughts, scenarios, requests etc about high!lando 🤍

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all in the name of needed getaways, y/n and lando find themselves in the aforementioned's car, basking just behind the local park, where the sunset could perform best. clocks are just shy of 7pm, the wind a couple of degrees cooler than hours prior, and sitting in their adjacent seats with doors wide open, both lando and y/n have lit and inhaled their spliffs by second nature.

lando's beyond glad that the vehicle is out of plain sight, veiled by thick trees and bushes, because he was completely struck, dazed with not a thought in mind, and the sight would make a journalist's field day. yet, it's the thrill that keeps him flippant to all seriousness and discretion. the presence of y/n, uncaring and completely liberal in nature, gives him a second identity to just let it all go and succumb to the skewed vision and thrumming fingertips.

seats reclined by a bit, lando's foot rests just below the dashboard, y/n the same but with both instead, and lando can't feel a thing.

it's light conversation that carries the mood, punctuated by the aux that y/n has complete control over, and the rest of the world simmers away as they let the high take them before the ombres of the sky. it gets chiller, and it knocks y/n into partial sobriety slamming her side of the door shut.

"shut the door, lan', it's fucking cold now."

he groans, "nah, can't move."

he hears her sigh, mumbling a disappointed 'dickhead' beneath her breath, and he smiles before zoning out again. a few seconds of shuffling commences, then weighted friction lands so heavily on his thighs that it excavates a vehement puff of air out of him, red eyes snapping open. he can't say anything, not when y/n leans to grab the door shut and grinds on him with so much force that it has to be intentional.

lando knows he accomodated a semi throughout the whole car ride. something about seeing his best friend in her element turns him on so much that he could probably cum untouched.

but now, he feels too much, there's pressure on his dick, accompanied by warmth only y/n could emanate, and the moan that flies out of him rumbles in his chest.

"fuck, that feels good."

y/n freezes as she settles again, but then she's smirking, and no matter how more shut than open his eyes are, he can see it blatantly.

"yeah?" her voice sounds light and airy, and it runs lando mad.

"mhm." his chest is heaving up and down with a quickened velocity, and he feels far from being at the peace he was just seconds before.

the girl leans in, lips tracing along the skin of his neck with a phantom touch, and lando can feel every single inch of his resolve melt away. his hands rest on her hips, teasing a slip beneath her hoodie, and he squeezes, hard.

she goes higher, and higher, stopping at his ear, "let me ride you."

then it's all gone. composure complete in lack, his hand reaches up to her nape and slams her lips against his for a gratifying kiss. his eagerness is matched instantaneously, y/n combing her hands through lando's curls and tugging so hard that he nearly fears that some would rip out of their roots.

nothing amounts to the all encompassing sensation of y/n everywhere. her grinding turns more frantic, and he pushes her down hastily, hands crawling upon the skin of her back.

"get your dick in me, lan'," she says, with no room for more words, and he does just that, welding their lips together again as he fumbles with the knot of his joggers.

y/n finds a way to free herself of her hoodie, leaving her in nothing but her bra, and lando, pushing down to free his hard, aching dick, expresses his distaste for that.

"take it off, y/n."

she's smirking, and lando's losing it even more, "what? you're gonna suck them out here?"

he almost finds it offensive that she doesn't think he'll worship her anywhere. public be fucking damned, he'd be at her mercy whenever he could.

"and you'll fucking love it."

"damn right."

just as she unclips her bra, she grabs lando's dick, and, unprecedentedly, sheaths herself in.

everything is hot. god, he can't do anything but moan and moan again, shutting his eyes and going completely limp. it doesn't deter y/n, in fact, her wet, tight cunt squeezes and grinds upon lando's dick without mercy and the pleasure that soars through him burns and tickles.

"oh fuck fuck fuck," lando's mouth rains profanities, and as he goes to open his eyes, y/n moans and they roll back shut again. he's red all over, feels his t-shirt sticking to his skin with sweat, and the girl keeps on bouncing and grinding. he can't survive with it on, and so he yanks it off, coming skin-to-skin with y/n's naked chest.

"fuck lan'."

she can say nothing more, and neither can he, his hips thrusting upwards to meet hers. she lets out a high pitched moan, and lando's ears ring as he brings his hands up to cup her breasts. they fill them so perfectly, and his mouth waters like it aches for honey, attaching it to her left nipple and sucking it like he was running mad. he's drunk off her essence, a complete goner, and y/n throws her head back as her grinds slow down.

"feels so fucking good."

she's so deep in euphoria that she's on the verge of tears, and lando decides to let himself do the work, grabbing her hips and grinding upwards frantically.

the car smells sharply of sex, humid and steaming up the windows, and y/n hazily complements the scent with a drag of weed, eyes rolling back, and mouth puffing out pouts of smoke and moans. she feels the knot tighten in her gut and her toes curl just as lando sloppily licks wet kisses up her chest and neck, then into her mouth.

the kiss is barely one, filled with clashing teeth and the exchange of sighs, but lando keeps their mouth attached, sneaking a hand into hers to steal the spliff. y/n lets him, jaw slackened and too tired to engage in the tangle of tongues either.

"fuck, i'm cumming— shit shit shit!"

"cum with me y/n, cum on my dick," lando slurs out, taking the roll into his mouth before inhaling and exhaling the white smoke. his dick spasms sporadically, sensitive and completely throbbing as he spurts right into y/n's cunt, feeling her own coat and pool at the base of his dick.

they can barey ride down their high, exhausted and completely satiated, and all y/n can do is rest her head on lando's shoulder, rubbing her hands up and down his chest as he does the same.

[cherryredlove]

☆ bad girls get punished ☆

Modern! au Gwayne Hightower x reader SMUT

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You and bestie Aegon are proper party freaks. Your life is a glittering rollerocaster of whiskey, cigs, and banging tunes. So when Aegon invites you to his ancestral home for the summer, why are you so attracted to his highbrow uncle?

Word Count: 2.1k

Themes: SMUT, 18+, alcohol consumption, cigarettes, older man x younger woman, spanking, p in v, domination kink, praise, hair pulling kink, creampie

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When your number 1 bestie (he'd gut you if you said otherwise) Aegon Targaryen first invited you to spend the summer with him at Dragonstone Manor, you were skeptical. Aegon was your best friend, a proper party freak like you, always up for a good time. He'd been there through everything, every shitty breakup, every hangover nursed with a takeaway.

You were the hottest students at Blackwater University and by Gods did you two know it.

Spending a summer with Aegon promised excitement, but there was something about leaving the familiar chaos of city life for the unknown allure of his ancestral home of Dragonstone that made you pause.

Yet, here you were, standing at the grand entrance of Dragonstone Manor, gazing at its ancient stone walls that seemed to tower into the sky, trying not to throw up from nerves. You could handle a rave, but meeting family was a different story.

Aegon bounded up the steps ahead of you, his platinum hair shining in the sunlight, and pushed open the large oak doors. You thanked the Gods he was chiller than you were right now.

"Welcome to Dragonstone, babe," he declared with a cheeky grin. "The place is a bit stuffy, but it grows on you. Wait till you meet my family. They're gonna love you."

The manor was as grand inside as you had imagined, with its sprawling hallways and majestic portraits lining the walls. You were introduced to Aegon’s mother, Alicent, who pecked both of your cheeks rather formally. You already knew Aemond from several nights out, and Daeron and Helaena seemed intrigued by the idea of Aegon’s infamous friend joining them for the summer.

But it was Gwayne Hightower, Alicent's brother, Aegon’s uncle, who caught your attention more than anyone else. He stood slightly behind the crowd in the hallway.

Tall, impeccably dressed, with an air of authority that made everyone around him stand a little straighter, Gwayne was dashingly handsome in a classic sort of way. His eyes seemed to appraise you with a besmused curiosity, and you felt slightly tingly under his heavy gaze.

“Ah, so you’re the famous companion we’ve heard so much about,” he said, his voice smooth and rich, like a well-aged whiskey. You crumbled inside a bit. Older men were your weakness.

You flashed a winning smile, suddenly aware of the heat creeping up your neck. “And you must be the uncle Aegon's been warning me about.”

His lips twitched with a smirk, his gaze never wavering. “I assure you, the stories are greatly exaggerated.”

The days at Dragonstone slipped by in a haze of sunlit afternoons spent in the pool, endless nights drinking the finest of wines and sampling Aemond's cigar collection. Aegon was right—his family was incredible, and it wasn’t long before you felt like you belonged. Gwayne, however, remained a mystery to you. He was always polite, always courteous, but there was an edge to his interactions with you that you couldn't quite place.

Your mind often wandered to him, especially during those long, lazy evenings where you’d find him reclining in a leather armchair in the manor’s library, a book in one hand, a glass of some expensive amber liquid in the other. He seemed amused by your antics with Aegon, his eyes glinting with a knowing that left you rather flustered.

One particularly sultry evening, Aegon suggested a trip to Dragonstone nightclub, a renowned hotspot in the manor's adjacent town.

“You up for it?” Aegon asked, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

You grinned. “Always.”

Sneaking out of the manor was no small feat, but you and Aegon were experts at slipping past watchful eyes. The club was everything you expected and more—loud music, pulsating lights, and a throng of people moving in rhythm to the DJ’s beats. You lost yourselves to the night, wrapped up in the freedom that only a place like this could offer. You kept it light on the drinking but indulged in wandering the streets at night, arm in arm with Aegon, cigarette dangling from your lips.

But as the hours passed and Aegon started yawning, then you both knew it was time to head back. Aegon, ever the responsible one when it came to these outings, guided you back to the manor with a practised stealth.

You giggled softly as you crept through the darkened halls, your heart racing not from fear of getting caught but from the thrill of it all. Yet, as you turned a corner, you stopped short. Standing at the end of the hallway, arms crossed, and gaze piercing, was Gwayne.

Next to him stood Alicent, looking less than amused. Her eyes softened when they landed on Aegon, a hint of disappointment mingling with fondness.

“Aegon,” she sighed, “we’ve talked about this.”

Aegon rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. “Sorry, mummy.” He glanced at you with a helpless smile. You smiled reassuringly back.

With a firm hand, she steered him away, leaving you alone with Gwayne. You stood there, feeling like a child caught with their hand in the cookie jar.

Gwayne watched you, his expression unreadable, though there was a gleam in his eyes that spoke volumes. He moved forward slowly, shoes clicking on the floor. You felt your heart rate speed up a tad.

“Looks like you’re not as elusive as you thought,” he said, a hint of amusement in his tone.

You shrugged, trying to muster up some semblance of nonchalance. “Guess we got a bit carried away.”

He stepped closer, the warmth of his presence enveloping you, sending a shiver of anticipation down your spine. There was something different about him now, something that promised a departure from the composed exterior he usually presented.

“Carried away indeed,” he mused, his gaze fixed intently on you. His voice was so deep and firm that you felt yourself shiver with need. “And just what... do you suppose we do about that?"

You swallowed, the playful bravado you had so easily maintained with Aegon slipping away in the face of Gwayne’s intensity. The air between you crackled with an unspoken tension, a magnetic pull that left you breathless.

“I suppose,” you started, your voice a touch unsteady, “a punishment is in order?”

A slow, delighted smile spread across his face, one that promised danger. He nodded, his eyes never leaving yours. “I’d say that’s fair.”

Without another word, he grasped your hand hard, and he led you through the dimly lit halls to his study, a room you had only glimpsed from afar. The door clicked shut behind you, the sound echoing like a heartbeat in the silence.

He moved closer, the rich scent of his cologne mingling with the aged aroma of whiskey, a heady combination that made you feel lightheaded.

“You’re quite the little rebel, aren’t you?” he remarked, hands reaching up to rest on your shoulders.

You met his gaze, a challenge sparking within you. “Only when I have a reason to be.”

He chuckled, a low, indulgent sound that reverberated through you. “And tonight? Was it worth it?”

Every part of you screamed yes, your pussy thrumming with want and your body aching to be touched. You nodded, unable to trust your voice, knowing full well that he could read you like a book.

Gwayne moved fluidly, almost predatory, closing the distance between you with deliberate intent, lips finding yours swiftly. Your knees weakened at his domineering kiss. He reached out, his fingers brushing against your cheek, tracing a path down to your jaw.

“You’ve been quite the distraction since you arrived,” he confessed, his voice a low rumble that rasied goosebumps across your skin.

His touch was electrifying. You leaned into it, admitting silently that you felt the same pull, the same allure that had drawn you to him from the start.

“Distraction?” you managed, the word a whisper in the charged air.

“Indeed,” he replied, his thumb brushing lightly across your bottom lip. “One I find myself increasingly unwilling to ignore.”

He kissed you again then, a sudden, searing press of lips that left you gasping and wanting more. His hands found your waist, pulling you closer as you responded with equal fervour, the world around you fading as the kiss deepened, igniting a fire within that had been smouldering since your first encounter. You moaned helplessly into his hot mouth, and he laughed.

His lips trailed a path down your neck, each kiss a brand that marked you as his. You arched against him, a soft moan escaping your lips as he nipped at the sensitive skin, his hands exploring with a confidence that left you breathless. He bit down onto your tender skin and you felt tears welling at your desperation.

"Please!" You gasped. "Touch me!" He clicked his tongue.

"Patience, girl. You've been so naughty, do you think you deserve my cock?" His words sent your cheeks flaming. He was obviously amused at your wordless arousal. He gripped you tight and walked you over to his armchair. He sat down , leaving you to stand in between his legs, shaking slightly. He rubbed your thighs, as if you calm you

"Now, my girl," he said softly but firmly. "You said you needed a punishment. Lie down across my legs with that delicious ass in the air." Your eyes widened, and you followed his command without question.

He lifted up your skirt and pulled down your panties, making a noise of approval as you mewled for attention. Hands kneaded your ass, and you could feel the hardness of his cock press into your stomach.

Before you could open your mouth, he spanked you hard, making you lurch slightly and cry out. His hands smoothed over the reddened skin.

"Naughty girl. Do you know how much I've had to restrain myself? Seeing you prance around these halls with those gorgeous tits and your short skirts? How many times I've imagined how that pretty face would look as I made you cum?" He rumbled, striking your ass again. You could feel the sharp tingle of a bruise and the wetness between your thighs.

"Gwayne!" You cried out, hands gripping the armchair. "Please, please, I'm sorry for being a bad girl. I'll be good for you, I promise!"

Gwayne tutted in agreement, sliding a finger through your soaked pussy lips. You kneened at the touch, begging for more.

"Oh you little thing," he sighed heavily with lust. "I'll make you all mine, my good girl."

He lifted you up, helping you walk with wobbly legs over to his desk. You gave no resistance as he bent you over, shucking your top off and unzipping his trousers. He leant down, pressing himself against your back. You felt his hot, lengthy cock press between your asscheeks.

He grasped your jaw, turning your head to kiss you aggressively. You moaned, grinding your ass back to him.

"So eager, such a good girl." He gasped out, nudging his cock into your soaked pussy. A hand reached down to circle your clit as he thrusted into you. Both of you moaned at how good it felt. Gwayne seemed struck by how tight your pussy squeezed his cock, so warm and wet. You felt fuller than ever, feeling his heavy balls slap against your pussy as he fucked you.

Gwayne’s other hand was pressed against the small of your back, watching how your ass shook as he fucked you hard and fast. He reached up, twisting your hair in his fist and pulling, not enough to hurt but enough to make your pussy blaze. You arched your back, mouth open in a silent moan, feeling his cock rut against your sweet insides. His breath was hot and heavy on your neck. Gwayne bit onto your neck, your hands scratching the oak of the desk as you felt your orgasm rise up in your battered pussy.

"Cum for me, my good girl," he rasped. "Cum for me and I'll give you a reward. I'll fill up that little pussy the way you want, little slut." You mewled, his finger insistent on your clit. Without warning, Gwayne ripped an orgasm from you, making your pussy squeeze him in an anaconda like grip as he gasped. He moaned loudly, thrusting in fully to cum, filling up your pussy with white hot cum. He collapsed on top of you, panting, as your head swam with pleasure.

Gwayne managed to right himself up, pulling you into his arms. He held you for a very long time, kissing you gently and softly praising you.

Gwayne watched you, his gaze soft yet intense, as if memorising every detail. His fingers brushed idly against your cheek.

“Well,” he murmured, a teasing smile playing on his lips, “consider your punishment complete.”

You laughed softly. “If that’s what punishment feels like, I might have to misbehave more often.”

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AN: yummy yummy gwayne hightower, check out my masterlist for stuff like this! send in any feedback or request as always lovies

[chimivx]

home;run -> fem!reader x mlb!mingyu, mlb!vernon, mlb!dk

College didn't work out, so you're stuck with the next best thing. Living with your superstar brother, traveling with his championship winning team, haunted by your past and heavily influenced by your present.

wc; {part four} 5.9k warnings; 18+, sexual content, alcohol consumption/abuse, bad influences around her, manipulation, her name gets taken advantage of in public media, if i missed anything please let me know!! notes; peese n lurv. <3

Cheers had an awful remix of a fairly popular song blasting from the speakers invisible in the room. Four walls, dark grey walls, confined you, Mingyu, his two teammates and their wives along with fifty other people within them.

Arriving here shortly after you found your seat at the dinner table again with tears brimming your eyes, you accepted Mingyu’s hand over your knee and begged him to get you out of the hotbox and into a car, into the bar, and he did. Waltzing inside with his hand around the back of your neck and his friends behind you, the bartenders cheered at your appearance and the first round was on the house.

Shot after shot, glass after glass, you danced with the five of them first, keeping up with the terrible beat the bar thought was good enough to play. The crowd on the dance floor and all within Cheers differed from the one in the restaurant, most bar crowds did. People were calmer, chiller, they greeted you and your group like you were old friends, not internet glorified household names. Drinks were bought for you, handed to you from strangers with gleaming smiles, handed to Mingyu and Hoshi and Minghao though they wouldn’t sip them but slide them into their girls hands, your hands. 

Mingyu kept a hand around your waist, pressing you to his front while your bodies moved to the music, getting lost in the occasional kiss that tasted sticky sweet after the rounds of pink starburst shots. Whispering in your ear, his warm breath tickling your skin, he talked you up, wound you up, persuaded your hips to move in a way that drew more attention than you were looking for. Not a thing bothered you, the room was wavey, people took pictures of you, with you, Daya ogled your boyfriend over her husbands shoulder, but then when they spun he shot you a wink while Mingyu’s face was buried in your neck.

That was weird.

Slinging an arm around Mingyu’s back you dug your fingers into his curls and lifted his head, a wicked grin on his glistening lips. Poking your tongue out between yours, you close the air between you and inhale all of him, every push of his lips, every lap of his tongue, every groan from his chest. Mingyu was your boyfriend, you were his girlfriend. Daya and Hoshi were married, they had a baby. You were used to people looking at you, people looking at Mingyu, but they were always strangers. Too many times today had Daya shamelessly mentioned your boyfriend or looked at him like he was her prey.

“Take me home,” you said to Mingyu after the slowest pull away from him, your lips parting with resistance. “Can we leave?”

He smirked, his forehead pressed to yours while your bodies rocked. “Little bit longer, baby. You want me already?” You nodded and he pushed out a laugh. “How bad?”

Enough to get him out of this place and away from Daya, to get you away from Hoshi. Did they even know the other was flirting with the two of you behind their backs?

“Bad,” you whispered against his lips and he laughed again. “Please, can we leave?”

His name was said behind you, either Hoshi or Minghao, you couldn’t make out who it was. Mingyu lifted his head, watched as one of his friends spoke without words, then smiled and nodded. Placing his hands to your hips he moved you off of him and gestured toward the bar.

“The girls are buyin’ shots, go with them,” he said. Stumbling backward, you lowered your brows. Mingyu pointed behind you, his smile giving you enough comfort to trust him. “I’ll be right back, go with the girls. I promise, then we’ll leave.”

“Okay,” you whispered, walking backward, watching him take Minghao by the neck of his shirt, all three of them laughing with one another as they weaved through the crowd to the darker side of the bar. Turning once they disappeared behind several heads and bodies, you pushed past people trying to say things to you and followed the glow of the lights from the bar, Halle and Daya leaning over the glass chatting away with the bartender with dark wavy hair touching his shoulders.

“Party girl!” Daya shouted over her shoulder as she glanced your way, her face lighting up but her eyes remaining the same. Dark, sharp, on watch. “C’mere, you want more of that pink shit?” Wedging yourself between the girls, both of them smelling like money, you nodded and sunk into Daya’s hold as she swung her arm around your shoulder. Acrylic coffin shaped fingernails dug into your bare shoulder. “Yeah, you like the pink shit, don’t you?” Looking up at her she had her nose inches from yours.

“Be right back,” the bartender said after Halle confirmed the order with him.

Daya and her almond shaped eyes, a color so deep yet swirling with a lighter shade that added that extra spark, gazed down at you, the woman a few inches taller than you especially in her heels. Her long, slender nose was positioned perfectly in the center of her bronzed face, striking features that complimented and contrasted perfectly with the softness of her wideset, fuller lips.

Oh shit, she was pretty.

“I do like the… the pink shit,” you muttered and she smiled, her teeth a bright white, insanely straight. “Do you like the pink shit?”

She narrowed her eyes and came closer to you. “Depends who’s asking.”

Nerves flooded your veins. “Okay,” you breathed, laughing it off, wiggling around in her hold to glance at Halle who rocked to the beat of the music. “Where’d they go?” Her and her warm eyes looked over to you, her gaze less intense than Daya’s. Halle was pretty too, it was clear why she and Minghao had been together for years. She wore the same unbothered energy her husband did. “The guys?” you asked after she questioned you with a look.

“Oh, someone they know is here,” she said quickly, waving her hand in the direction they walked off in as if to tell you to ignore it. “They were suffocating anyway, we have to be stuck here all month with them, we girls need to stick together.” The bartender came back and slid several shots full of sparkling pink in front of the three of you. “This rounds on me, ladies.”

With Daya’s arm still around you, you looked back at her. “Where’s your kids?” you asked, shifting your gaze between them both as they took one of the shots.

Daya licked her lips and smacked the glass down on the bar. “Who knows.”

“We have nannies,” Halle scoffed, shooting a glare at her friend. “They’re asleep at the hotel, in good hands.”

A smirk pricked your lips. “You have a baby and you don’t care about her?” The way Daya looked at you made you want to laugh aloud, but you kept it within you. Halle’s eyes shot open so wide she had to turn away for a few seconds.

“Yes I do,” Daya said, a little harshly. “Take your shots, princess, I know you can drink more than this.” Giving her a smile that made her hand tighten on your shoulder, you took each shot like it was nothing, three of them right in a row, faster than Halle or Daya. “There we go,” she snickered, waving the bartender down to your end. “More of whatever the fuck this was.”

Blurrier, louder, more exciting. With each round the atmosphere in the bar fueled the energy within you, it pulled you back onto the dance floor with the girls, the three of you holding hands dancing and singing along to the music you once hated but now adored. You invited other girls into your circle, dancing with them while they opened their phone cameras and snapped selfies and videos, talking to you like they knew you, because they did. Boys tried to talk to you too, and you entertained it, but never let get any further than dancing beside you. Your boy was here somewhere, with someone, doing who knows what. 

The second your brain remembered him you wanted nothing else. His hands, his lips, his body, his everything.

Whirling around in a circle, searching each corner, each group of people bobbing up and down in the lights, you found him by the hall to the bathrooms lounging in one of the booths with Hoshi and Minghao sitting on the seats in the other. Mingyu had a leg stretched over the cushion and his back pressed to the wall with his head knocked back. The three spoke close together, their heads nodding a bit, their eyes telling stories you weren’t sure you wanted to know about.

The three buttons undone on his shirt called to you. His hair pushed back from his forehead pulled you in. Wandering away from your group on the dance floor you followed the siren call that was simply his energy, his aura, his appearance. He clocked you halfway, a devilish smirk lighting up his lips as he watched you sway.

“Hey baby,” he said once your knees hit the booth cushion. Crawling over his leg and onto his lap, you straddled his waist and moved with him as he placed both feet to the floor and his back to the booth. Sliding your arms around his neck you pressed your chest to his and locked your lips together, not wasting any time and working them over his cheek, across his jaw, and down his neck. “See, she likes me now,” he said to Hoshi and Minghao, the three of them sharing a knowing laugh, one that didn’t bother you in the moment. Hands moving to your waist, Mingyu held you still over his lap, stopping you from grinding on top of him like you were beginning to. “Yeah, we’re out of here soon,” he said to his friends that left for their own wives amidst a conversation you couldn’t keep up with, too drunk on warm, smooth, golden skin to care.

“Mingyu,” you whispered, finding his lips.

“Isla,” he whispered back, big hands smoothing over your exposed thighs, mini skirt riding higher than it should be right now. “Having fun?” He caught your lips in a quick kiss.

“Yes,” you breathed within the shared air.

He half smirked, sliding his hands over the curve of your ass. “You like it here? Seems like you do.” 

“I do,” you nodded, “No one’s bothering me now.”

Mingyu curled his brow. “Us? Or, other people?”

“Other people,” you said without a second thought and kissed him. He let it go on for a minute or so, pulling away when your tongue drug along his teeth. 

“You don’t like other people talking to you?” he asked, tightening his grip on your hips that longed to move. The music, the intoxication, his body, you wanted something, you wanted him.

“Not while I’m trying to do this.” Wiggling your hips, or trying to, he laughed, then he released his hold and let you have your way with him. Grinding down on his length half hard in his pants, you sighed and caught him in a sloppy kiss. He took his hands to the back of your neck, pressing his thumbs into the sides creating some sort of pressure to make you groan. You weren’t sure how long you spent lost in him, enough to build up pressure within you.

“Let me ask you a question, baby,” he said and you whined.

“No, just kiss me.”

“No, no,” he snickered, yanking you backward, wrapping a hand around the bun in your hair. “Hang on.” Trying to lean forward, tongue lolling out from your lips, he smiled and shook his head. “Tonight at dinner,” he said, pausing, taking a second to study your face. “Maybe it’s my mind playing tricks on me, I’m nervous, even more now that you’re mine…”

Your heart beat steadily between your lungs. “Tell me. What happened?”

Mingyu pulled his lips between his teeth and blinked a few times. Releasing a breath through a laugh, he asked, “What’s the thing with Hansol?” Your stomach did a cartwheel, every shot in your system making itself known. “I just… I wanna make sure you’re okay, you were looking at him, he was looking at you…”

A gulp betrayed you, one Mingyu picked up on. “He was looking at me?”

Maintaining face, Mingyu analyzed yours. “Yeah, he was, he couldn’t stop.” You tried your best to withhold every emotion this made you feel. He was looking at you, too. When? When you weren’t looking at him? Which was when? You barely drank at dinner, you wouldn’t have missed it. “And then, it made me think of what happened at practice today, so…”

“I don’t want to talk about him,” you whispered. Attempting to lean forward, he held you back.

“So you do know him,” he said.

“I- Yeah,” you shrugged, “He went to Nasara at the same time as me.”

He was quiet, then his smile grew. “Of course he did.”

“Leave it alone,” you said, trying to kiss him again.

“No, c’mon,” he laughed, taking his other hand to your waist where it had been, holding you down. “Tell me, baby. What did my baseball player loving girlfriend do with him in college?”

Whining, wriggling in his grasp, you said, “I don’t want to talk about him.” Pausing, you played back his words and pouted. “And I am not a baseball player lover.”

“Oh, baby,” he smirked. “I beg to differ.” All of your defense fell. Dropping your hands into your lap you sat back on his thighs and slouched your shoulders. “You guys were friends?”

“Mingyu, stop,” you whispered without much fight left in you. Even a shake of your head, the pleading of your eyes wouldn’t shut him up. He stared back at you, his eyes taking in every microexpression.

“What,” he began, and his eyes narrowed, like your thoughts were plastered onto your forehead. “Did you guys sleep together or something?” Your throat tightened. Every limb on your body felt as if it weighed a thousand pounds.

“Gyu- We- Just, leave it alone.”

Weak.

His face lit up with something you’ve never seen before. “Ohhoho… Okay, sure.” Wrapping his arms around your back he moved off the cushion of the booth, relishing in how you clung to him for balance before he got you on your feet. His hands held onto you with a power that both excited you and frightened you. You’ve never experienced jealous Mingyu. “We’re out of here.”

It went by in a blur, him moving you from the bar to the hotel and up into his room where the clothes you wore hit the floor in seconds. In the dark his hands were on you, touching you, squeezing you, pleasuring you, making you feel so good, too good, and he still wore all his clothes. Face buried in your chest, lips wrapping around the delicate skin leaving purple marks in their wake while his fingers worked within you, drawing you to the edge too many times and he still wore all his clothes.

You didn’t have any extra breath to give him, to ask him to take them off, you couldn’t say anything but his name, which was what he wanted. His other hand clamped to your jaw, fingers pressing into your cheeks so tight your lips stayed parted for him to kiss, nip at, spit into. He worked you dumb, your world entirely too blurry, too fuzzy to tell him to slow down, but you didn’t want him to. 

It was Mingyu. All him. You couldn’t think about anything else.

Just the way he wanted you.

It wasn’t until his head was between your thighs that you could finally utter something other than Mingyu. “Inside, Gyu,” you whispered, fingers clawing at his curls so tight he was groaning against you. “Please, please, need you in me.”

Letting go of your thighs he stood with a smile and took his hands to his belt buckle after wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Smiling down at you, eyes heavy and full of lust, he asked, “Condom?”

Unable to move, you blinked up at him and tried to shake your head. “I don’ care.”

“Oh, my pretty girl,” he groaned, shoving his pants to the floor, kicking them away. Grabbing your ankles he pulled you closer and sunk into you, a delicious moan pouring from both of you. “Never let me hit it raw,” he groaned, taking his time with a few strokes. “Who’s fuckin’ you, baby?”

Clawing at the sheets, you writhed beneath him and choked out, “You, Mingyu, you are.” He pushed your knees backward and laid over top of you, pistoling his hips into yours.

“Say it again.”

Lips caressed your cheek, stirring you awake.

Deja vu.

The sun, the curtains, the bedding, the nakedness, the sore body, the hangover.

Except now Mingyu was crouched beside you dressed for training.

“Hi,” he whispered, his cheeks full of joy. Taking a breath, you couldn’t do anything but blink at him. “I got you a coffee already,” he said, resting his chin on the mattress. Taking a hand to your cheek he drug his thumb beneath your bottom lashes. “Come today. I want you in the stands.” A smile found his lips. “Our first season together, I wanna start it right.” He waited for you to answer but recognized he wasn’t going to get one. “Take care of yourself, okay? I’ll see you in a bit, I’ll have a car waiting for you.”

He left so fast you didn’t even hear the door close. You couldn’t put two senses together.

Another day, another hangover.

You felt like dogshit.

Taking your time to sit up, knowing this time you really felt like you could be sick, when you peeled the sheets back and caught a glimpse of your body you groaned and flopped back onto the pillows. He made a mess of you. Hickeys littered your chest, hopefully not your neck, and the insides of your thighs. You’re certain the tiny blue marks in a rounded line on your hips were from his fingers, he had you flipped every which way last night you supposed.

You barely remembered it.

But you remembered Vernon.

The way he looked at you, how he brushed you away, when you told you he loved you.

As in past tense.

It brought you a brand new physical pain you’ve never experienced, one lodged between your lungs, pulling on your heart. A hole punched there, a wound so big you weren’t sure what you were supposed to do about it. You could drink it away, have Mingyu fuck it away, but clearly it’d come right back when neither of those things were happening.

“Did you even read any of the messages I sent you at the end of last year?”

Every single one.

He was the first to message you, the first to call you, to try to get a hold of you while you cried in DK’s backseat. For days he sent little anecdotes of care, asking you if you were alright, hoping and wishing that you were safe, that you weren’t being too hard on yourself. He sent a long text the day after the dinner ITZ and ATZ shared, and he was angry. He found out you were with DK, that you left school, but he wasn’t angry with you. He was angry with Yeji, the president, for keeping your absence a weird secret from everyone, not telling anybody that you were leaving, that you withdrew from school completely.

The messages to follow were of shorter stature, and they came less frequently. Each one, between the lines, you could feel what he was feeling. Sometimes he’d call you, or try to, without it accompanying a message, hoping that maybe you’d pick up if he rang. He constantly wished you well with each text, encouraged you to do better, that he knew you would be okay, that DK would help, that you should do whatever he tells you and follow your big brother's advice.

The last one he ever sent, right around Christmas, a week before the first story of you and Mingyu erupted, he shared some words that would forever strangle you completely. Mentions of you meaning the world to him, or something, and him saying he hopes he’ll see you soon, that you’re his best friend and he has so much to tell you.

It haunts you, that message.

You should’ve answered it. That should’ve been the moment you called him.

But Mingyu had just bought you diamond earrings for Christmas. You opened them Christmas morning with both your families watching, the group of you lounging in the living room of the Kim’s mountain cabin surrounded by mile high trees, snow, and mugs of hot chocolate, the place fit to house several families at once.

You should’ve answered it.

“That’s all you got?!” you shouted, your voice echoing onto the field over Vernons head from where you sat behind home plate. Leaning against the barricade you watched him swing, just missing the ball. Dropping the bat to the dirt he flashed you a look over his shoulder, his smile teasing his lips, and started to unstrap his gloves. His coach gathered the things on the mound and began straightening up the field.

“I told you to heckle, not to be mean,” he breathed, making a face.

You pouted and he laughed. “Did I hurt your feelings, Nonie?”

“Ew,” he spat. “Don’t call me that. My little cousins call me that.” Lifting his hands over his head he stretched and groaned, leaning side to side. 

“Fine,” you sighed. His eyes shut, his brows flatlining above them. Leaving your seat you wandered through the stands and hopped into the dugout, taking yourself out onto the field to meet him where he stood. “Where’s it hurt?”

Vernon brought his arms to his side slowly, looking at you like he was trying to keep his discomfort hidden. “Everywhere,” he whispered, and you let out a laugh together. Reaching for his arms you unstrapped everything else he had on him, and he watched, quietly.

“Come on,” you said, shoving his gear into your arms. Dropping to the ground you picked up his bat and nodded your head. “Where do these go?” Massaging his own elbows he took in the sight of you carrying all of his things and took a deep breath.

“Uh,” he stammered, “Locker room. My bags are in there.”

“Okay, let’s go,” you said, and started for the dugout and the stairs that awaited you there.

“Hansol,” his coach called out, stopping you both. The man eyed you, then Vernon. “Good work today, I’ll see you here same time tomorrow.”

Vernon nodded once. “Same time tomorrow.” When he turned to you he furrowed his brows and held up a finger, stopping your thoughts that longed to come out of your mouth. “You leave him alone,” he said, passing by you.

“You need a break,” you said, following him down into the dugout and through the door into the locker room. Showers lined one wall, double stacked lockers lined the other. It was a smaller space, definitely smaller than the locker rooms at Lions Stadium in Iloa, but it was good enough for Vernon and his team.

He took to his locker and pulled it open, waving you to his side. “I don’t,” he said with a smile, taking some of his things from your arms. “I’m fine.” Gloves, gear, straps, buckles, it all went into his locker. The only thing left in your hands was his bat, a sleek black with a silver V etched into the top in a stunning font.

“You just told me everything hurts,” you said, stepping closer to him, leaning against the cool metal of the Nasara blue lockers. He copied you, thinning his lips, facing you. A few inches lived between the two of you. “You wanted me to break your hand-”

“It was a joke, Iya, I just-”

You closed the space, your middle touching his, the tips of your toes meeting. “I don’t find it very funny.” He dropped his gaze down, looking between you. “What are they working you like this for? Where’s your team? Why are you alone?”

Vernon nibbled his bottom lip and hit you with a subtle shrug before he met your eyes. “I dunno, I was… I was hoping it was, yanno, good things, but Coach has me doing the same stuff over and over. He won’t even tell me why we’re doing what we’re doing, I think I’m,” his voice trailed off as his eyebrows scrunched together, “Think I’m not doing as well as I thought I was.”

“What do you mean?” you asked, reaching for one of his hands, toying with the roughness of his fingers, his palm. He looked down at it and tried to smile. “He just told you you did great.”

“Yeah,” he scoffed. “To keep me coming back.” When he met your eyes, his gaze shattered your heart. “This is the part where guys start to give up. I’m a senior, well over the age a lot of guys in the MLB were when they were drafted and signed, if it doesn’t happen soon, I…”

“It will,” you whispered. Letting go of his hand you drug your fingers up his arm and gently dug your fingers into his muscle. His eyes fluttered shut with the quietest groan. The muscle was hard, full of knots, you could only imagine what the rest of him felt like. “Come here,” you whispered, moving him to the wide bench along the length of the lockers. “Sit down.” Placing him on the edge, you straddled the bench behind him, your thighs framing his hips. “You can keep talking to me, just let me do this.”

“Do wha- Oh my god,” he groaned the second your thumbs dug into his shoulders. A breathless laugh tumbled from your lips. “I don’t think I- Oh, god.” His head tipped backward. “Is this what they teach you in- in class?”

Popping your brows, working your fingers harder, deeper into the tissue, you said, “Kinda. On days when I can pay attention.” He groaned, lips shut, the sound emitting deep from his chest. Sucking in a deep breath, ignoring the way every groan made your heart feel, you took your hands down his knotty back and worked them there over his sleeveless shirt. “Did you know, these muscles back here, if you don’t take care of them, they could cost you your career?”

Vernon took a breath between grunts and shook his head. “No,” he whispered. “That’s your job, the therapist tells me what to- fuck, tells me what to work on- H’mygod.”

Leaning forward, pressing your chest to his back, you whispered in his ear and a shiver ran down his spine, one you could feel in the tips of your fingers. “That feel good?”

“Jesus,” he mumbled. “Don’t say that right now.”

You smiled. “Why not?”

“Because,” he pushed from his lips fast. “Just keep… Keep going.”

“But, does it-”

“Yes, Iya,” he hissed. “It feels good.”

You wished you were in front of him, in both places at once, you wanted to see his face, wanted to see what he looked like while he groaned and melted into your touch. Taking your hands all over his back, taking your time in places tighter than others, his exhausted self didn’t hold back, he told you what was good, what needed more, where he needed you, where he wanted you. Your heart pounded in your chest, you prayed he couldn’t feel it with how he leaned against you now, your fingers rubbing into his neck, toward his jaw. He rested his head on your shoulder, his eyes closed, his breath hitching in his chest with every sound that came out of him.

“Noisy boy,” you whispered, slowing your fingers that were starting to get achey. Keeping them on his shoulders, he blinked open his eyes and turned his head to look at you, his entire being relaxed, sleepy. Your thighs hugged his body, his waist, he fit perfectly between your legs.

“You’re good at that, I can’t help it,” he whispered. He must’ve realized how he was sitting, splayed back on you like you held onto his consciousness through your ministrations of his body, because he tried to sit up, his body moving slow, heavy. 

You kept him in place, holding him back, keeping him pressed to you. Giving you a look, his brows showing the slightest bit of pure curiosity, you took a breath and slid your hands down his chest keeping your eyes locked on his. Placing them right over his heart, you paused, and waited.

Then you felt it.

His heart beat in time with yours, racing faster than it should be for what you were just doing to him. Shifting, trying to move, Vernon hummed his disapproval of what you were feeling. The smallest smile graced your lips.

“No,” he whispered, smiling with you. “You started it, I felt yours first.”

Flickering your eyes to his parted lips, you held your breath and looked back at his hooded gaze. “Can I kiss you?” 

“Please,” he whispered.

Taking a hand to his curls, leaving the other over his heart, you dipped your chin down and altered the relationship you shared with him forever. His lips, soft, a little shy, met yours and he sucked in a breath, his heart beating quicker, heavier. A single breath between parted lips was like a switch flipped, in seconds his energy came back and he was pulling you off the bench and onto his lap, helping you straddle his waist comfortably on the wood beneath him.

With your hands on his jaw you kept his head tipped upward, not wanting to waste a second without his lips on yours. Your body melted into his with his arms around your back, his fingertips pressing you closer, holding you tight, yet ever so gently. The way you responded to one another, your bodies, your breath, it was unlike anything you’ve ever shared with anyone else. In just a few heated kisses a warmth filled your being, tangled with your veins, your heart, pooling in your center telling you that this was it.

It was Vernon. This was it, everything you’d ever need.

As much as it terrified you, you'd never felt more sure about anything, god, you felt like you could cry, like so much was pent up within you, so many things you’ve teased him with, teased each other with, but deep down knew was horrifically true.

Without thinking you rolled your hips against him and felt him smile into your kiss. Hands with a mind of their own, they scrambled for the hem of his shirt and yanked it over his head, two blushing smiles meeting in the middle all over again once it hit the floor. Kissing you, long and slow, his hands took their time dropping the hoodie from your shoulders, the grey cotton meeting his shirt where it was dropped. Lips ghosting each other, he brushed his nose over yours, shivering as your fingers danced down his bare chest and tugged at the strap of the shorts he wore that made it so painfully obvious what he wanted.

“What are you doing?” he asked in a whisper, his smile never seeming to leave his face.

Rolling your hips a bit, you smirked as a breath corrupted his lungs. “Finishing what you started,” you whispered, and kissed the tip of his nose. “Can I take these off?”

Vernon breathed through a laugh. “Yeah, you’ve seen it before.”

“Right,” you giggled and tugged at the elastic. “Can I taste it?”

His hips pushed up beneath you as another breath shot through him. “You, fu- Iya, hang on,” he rambled on as you giggled and worked him out of his shorts. “If you- If you do, I won’t be able to- fuck.” Straddling his waist again you wrapped a hand around the bottom of his length, smiling as you gave him a good squeeze.

Leaning into him you caught his lips in a kiss. “You grower,” you teased, and he tried to laugh with you. “Holy shit, V. Can I…”

Steadying his breath, or trying to, he narrowed his eyes. “Can you, what?” he asked, tilting his chin just to brush his lips over yours, not even to kiss you. “What do you want?”

“You.”

“You have me.”

Kissing him, a soft whine was muffled by his lips, his tongue slipping between your lips this time. Moving off of him, your lips the last thing to leave him, he watched you where he sat, chest rising with each breath he took. Fingers finding the zipper of your mini skirt, Vernon reached forward and shook his head, wrapping his arms around your waist, slotting you between his legs. Looking up at you, he took you out of your skirt, then pushed up the hem of your tank, pressing kisses to the skin above the thin stretch of lace waiting for him beneath the denim.

“That skirt makes me crazy by the way,” he whispered, both of you laughing. Pressing his nose to your skin, his fingers curled over the lace and pushed it down your thighs, his lips worshiping this unexplored part of your body. Big brown eyes gazed up at you and you couldn’t take anymore. With a smile you leapt on top of him, tangling your fingers in his hair, engulfing his lips with yours. Reaching between your bodies you wrapped a hand around him and parted from him to rise to your knees, but his hands latched onto your shoulders, both worry and disappointment in his eyes. “Iya, Iya, wait,” he whispered, mentally kicking himself. “Are we not gonna… Do you want me to… I don’t- I don’t have anything here, or on me.”

You admired his worry, you smiled at him, reassuring him with a kiss. “I’ve seen you make double plays,” you whispered and his eyes softened. “I trust your sense of timing.” Before he could say anything else, protest about your safety like you knew he would want to, like you’ve been doing to him for weeks, the hypocrite, you kissed him, and you sunk down on him, moaning into his mouth at the stretch and how his hands gripping onto your hips in a hurry, his fingers digging into your skin.

Neither of you moved, for several seconds, maybe minutes, you held onto one another, pressed chest to chest, sharing nothing but the laziest kisses and labored breaths. He was the first to move, flipping you over to your back, the wood cold against your skin making you gasp.

“No, come on,” you whispered, half a laugh coming out with it. “Let me take care of you.”

Vernon smiled, pressing his lips to your cheek and down your jaw. With the slowest push of his hips your jaw fell open and he caught your parted lips in a kiss. “You already did that,” he whispered, lowering himself on top of you, “My turn.”

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Sea Monster and Tressures

captain! Ellie x pirate! Reader

In which instead of finding your brother in a pirate crew, you end up fighting the Ellie Williams, the infamous pirate. however, fighting would not be the end goal, for Ellie longs for something deep, every time she sees you.

Content warning: swearing, smoking, mentions of drugs and alcohol, burglary, fights, swords, denigration, abandonment issues, a bit of gore, you aren't the good guy, neither is Ellie lol. Morally grey characters tbh.

The village you were in wasn’t much than a shaggy mess, with infants running wild alongside goats and small dogs, the people, mean eyed and guarded up. The rumours of pirates and thieves expanded alongside the shores hamlets, melting the people together in fear of being disposed of the little to no belongings they had. So you could imagine how they must feel, when a new woman in town appear out of nowhere, no men beside her, only one horse and a brass hip flask with leather cover. Your dishevel appearance did not much to help you. Your Whild locks leaps with every step and jump that Callous, your beautiful brown horse gives. You found him after a village was sweep by burglars, however, you knew she had something to do with it.

You have been following her every step, from coast to coast, in land or sea. she feels like a smoked dream, a foggy memory of the fantasy your soul desired.  At first it felt like admiration, the town you were born at knew her pretty well, so much so that your older brother got to talk to her, agreed upon being part of her navigation. He was your best friend, so, naturally, you thought, he would not leave you behind in the filth, down with the woman who took care of every parentless child. You were wrong…

For the longest time you thought he had abandon you, how dare him not take you alongside his adventure, an aspiration you so much longed for ever since a toddler. And then it got to you, the need of revenge, how fucking dare him leaving you behind, knowing fully well how capable you are, how much you hated were you lived, and how much you loved the sea. Finding him at first wasn’t easy. so you thought, he, a nobody, the leads came to abrupt ends very fast. So now, the target was her, however, you came to realize that maybe, she was always who you were hoping to find.

You knew as much of her as the stories could tell, have never even seen her face before, it was told that she was a natural beauty, auburn hair and freckles, green unwelcoming eyes that didn’t forget nor forgive. The more you heard about her, the more you wanted to be likewise, or alongside…

She wasn’t even much older than you, if the rumours were true, she could only be around three or so years older than you, then… how come a 23 year old achieve as much as she had…

Walking along the narrow streets with callous wasn’t the easiest task, the people selling stuff outside their doors, making the way even thinner, residing like the forgotten path of a river, the chatter could be hear from everywhere, the screams of the kids and the barks of the dogs, the smell of the sea intensified, you knew what was coming, you could feel it in your skin as the air got chiller, it was the first time in all your journey were you had arrive on time.

Agitating the reels of Callous, signalled him to move faster, this time not caring on portraying a low profile. the dangles in your hair clacking alongside with the jewellery that you had taken from your past visits, as to not forget, how many places you’ve been.

Callous was sprinting, moving alongside the shore the sand heavy behind you, leaving clouds large enough to find your whereabouts from miles away, you saw it. The sea monster, the grandiose nature couldn’t compare to anything you’ve seen before, the sea fog opened itself for it, in fear it might have repercussions itself. The plan? It was easy, find your brother, fight with him, and when he feels his defeat, you forgive his life, in exchange of course, to convince the E llie Williams, to join her crew…

Honestly, this is only like a synopsis, cause I would like to know if you want to read the full thing…

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Chiller ᵀⱽ Schedule

SAT OCT 19

things that go bump in the night!

SUM celebrating halloween is hard when everything scares you, though hopefully you’ll be (s)creaming for all the right reasons tonight. starring saturo gojo

KINK(s) OF THE NIGHT overstimulation, olfactophilia, slight exhibititionalism

SUN OCT 20

the vampire slayer

SUM this has been done 1000x you know the drill, you’ve been hired to kill a vampire. one of humanities greatest threats, but wait hes hot? wait a minute… where yo clothes at? starring choso

KINK(s) OF THE NIGHT blood kink

MON OCT 21

let's fuck scare you to death!

SUM staying at a hotel in the rundown part of town for the night doesn’t sound like too much of a bad idea until you sense undead eyes watching your every move, but the undead doesn’t exist— right? starring saturo gojo w special guest suguru geto

KINK(s) OF THE NIGHT praise kink, restraint

TUE OCT 22

scream for more

SUM suguru’s such a good boyfriend, always doting after you as if he didn’t have other responsibilities. so naturally when he hears that you had a tuff day at work he wants to make it better, drawing you a bath and offering you a nice message so you can let out alll your worries. bet you’ll feel real nice after that huh? though your voice might be a little frayed afterwards. starring suguru geto

KINK(s) OF THE NIGHT auralism, spanking

WED OCT 23

gotcha

SUM y’know how ghostface usually goes around killing people? well this year he got a little sloppy and now he’s tied up in your basement at your full mercy. you always despised those fan girls that lust after a literal serial killer but seeing him in such a vulnerable position is stirring something deep inside you.. maybe this time you can decide if he gets to be in the sequel. starring toji fushiguro

KINK(s) OF THE NIGHT bondage, exibhitionalism, autagonistophilia?

THURS OCT 24

lucky you

SUM guess he made it to the sequel after all, he brought a friend too. starring toji fushiguro w special guest roymen sukuna

KINK(s) OF THE NIGHT bondage, air suspension

FRI OCT 25

the boy

SUM could be a classic case of stockholm syndrome or it could be true love, either way your extended hours away from choso have a hefty price that you don’t mind paying for in your sleep. starring choso

KINK(s) OF THE NIGHT somophilia

SAT OCT 26

the elevator game

SUM staying at a hotel with saturo was probably one of the best/worst things you could’ve done. only he would think of trying to play the elevator game which would result in him breaking the entire elevator in the process, wonder what you two will do to pass the time? starring saturo gojo

KINK(s) OF THE NIGHT agoraphilia, katoptronophilia

SUN OCT 27

nightmare in shibuya

SUM you’ve been having weird dreams lately, dreams about the king of curses, you fantasized daily about what you’d do if you got the chance to see him and it looks like your dreams are coming true. starring true form sukuna

KINK(s) OF THE NIGHT kidnapping, possessiveness/yandere

MON OCT 28

the exorcist

SUM as the wife of the priest it was only natural for you to go with him to preform exorcisms, although it seems that this particular exorcism is having some strange after effects on your dear husband. starring kento nanami

KINK(s) OF THE NIGHT hypnosis, breeding kink

TUE OCT 29

he knows you're alone

SUM its usually a good thing when you’re picked to be a bridesmaid though you cant help but constantly look over your shoulder with the surge of bride killings in your city. still, you decide to gamble with our life and show up but a hard— knock knock, at your door has you reconsidering why you ever thought that was a good idea in the first place. starring toji fushiguro

KINK(s) OF THE NIGHT knife play, stalking

WED OCT 30

the purge

SUM you shouldve gotten the fuck out of america when you had the chance, now you’re caught in the midsts of the very first purge where you meet a cult leader named suguru who has some very special plans for you. starring suguru geto

KINK(s) OF THE NIGHT exhibitionalism

THURS OCT 31

scary good

SUM you thought you were done? oh no baby, they’re just getting started. starring toji fushiguro and roymen sukuna

KINK(s) OF THE NIGHT asphyxiation, necrophilia implication? knife play

[snoreyua]

₊˚ෆ ⁀➷　come back to me // ep. 6

synopsis : you and riki were childhood best friends doing everything together. when you entered middle school, you overheard him talking shit about you to his so-called friends. out of frustration, you moved schools and cut all contact with him. now starting a new year in high school, what will you do when riki unexpectedly transfers to your school? can you rebuild your friendship or will something much deeper will bloom?

word count : 865

warnings : fight scene and mentions of blood (only a tiny bit)

yua's notes : my 2024 comeback?! this is kinda like a filler chapter so its not v long too... love writers block sm!!

previous masterlist next story written under the cut

"thank you so much for looking after her riki!" your mother beamed at him as he smiled back to her. riki had dropped you off back to your house, and was standing in your living room as you watched them from the couch. "of course mrs l/n! i'm always happy to help," he looked at you with a fat grin before returning his gaze on your mother. the corners of your lips curled at his grin. it felt nice to see him so smiley with your mother. "ah dear, feel free to come here whenever! tell mrs. nishimura I said hello," she bid riki farewell. he waved to her before looking at you and waving with the same smile he had earlier. your felt your stomach doing back flips as you waved to him back, watching him walk down the street until he was out of sight.

you slumped back into the couch as your mother closed the door. the mere thought of his smile made you feel giddy inside. your mother clearly noticed your lovestruck behaviour, only chuckling at you while shaking her head. "honey it's been a while since you've been in such a good mood hm?" she looked at you as you automatically sat straighter and went back to a monotonous expression, acting like you weren't smiling to yourself a second ago. she dismissed the change in your mood, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

despite of tossing and turning last night barely able to get a wink of sleep, you felt well enough to go back to school. the air had a slightly chiller feel to you, making you shiver a bit. you didn't realise the sound of footsteps edging closer to you before a husky voice beside you appeared. "y/n! why don't you have more layers?" riki threw his blazer around your shoulders before holding both your arms, rubbing them as you walked. you became startled from his sudden actions towards you, making your face flush to a crimson. "riki you don't need to do that! aren't you cold too?" your eyes shifted to meet his gaze. he shook his head and continued to walk you to school. "I don't think I can leave you again when I think you need me most."

you and riki walked down the hall, all eyes going to you two. some people were whispering and pointing at you, simply flabbergasted at the thought of how you and him seemed so close. "people are looking riki…" you mumbled as you discreetly looked at him. he just shrugged. "I guess we're that eye catching, especially me," he joked before winking at you, making you scoff and roll your eyes in response. he dropped you off to your locker, before walking away to his class. "what was that?" eunchae appeared behind you, shock painted across her face. you awkwardly laughed, your normal riki hating self disappearing. "haha about that… bye!" you bolted down the hall. "Y/N WHAT THE FUCK COME BACK AND EXPLAIN YOURSELF"

you dropped in your seat still being pestered by eunchae. she tugged on your arm while whining. "y/n we're literally like best friends I have a right to know." eunchae looked at you with puppy eyes, making you scrunch your face in laughter. "alright wait so what happened was-" you were cut off by a harsh kick to the back of your chair, making your stomach hit the edge of the table. you rubbed your stomach, turning around to see jihyun. "you bitch. I thought I told you to stay away from riki?" she hissed as she got close to your face. of course it was her.

"damn jihyun didn't know you were his guardian angel" you retorted as you stood up from your desk, looking her straight in the eye. jihyun crossed her arms, leaning away from your face before looking you up and down. you heard her scoff before she spoke again. "wow y/n didn't know you were such the smartass," she snarked at you as she brought her hands up to shove you. you had enough. you balled your hand into a fist before delivering a brutal punch to her face. she stumbled back from the force of your punch, a small amount of blood dripping from the corner of her mouth. jihyun stood up, somewhat recovering from the blow on her face. she turned red in embarrassment, realising the whole class had seen her tantrum towards you and left.

eunchae popped behind you, grabbing you by the shoulders as she shook you. "I've NEVER seen someone embarrass jihyun like that ever girl! you really taught her a lesson," she nudged you gently with a wide grin on her face. "only downside is that you're gonna get called in by the principal since she's a really good actor," she groans making you giggle. it's not like jihyun has proper proof against you, especially since she initiated the fight. "I wouldn't worry about it eun," you smiled. eunchae sighed, shaking her head. "no I mean she tends to fake videos or gets fake witnesses… oh well i'm pretty sure the whole class saw her throw her fit, you're in the clear." "right?"

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[drowning-in-cacophony]

turn

written for @flashfictionfridayofficial Prompt 272: change in tone

[Summary: a picnic drastically changes tone]

The flapping of the picnic blanket in the corner of her eye reminds her of the starkness. Minutes ago, her lips had been coated with the sweet syrup of ripened strawberries, ears ringing with delighted laughter. Now her ears are still ringing, but her mouth just tastes like metal.

The cups had been plastic-made, but the way his façade had shattered had been all glass. As his shadow spills over the now battered grass, boastful green blades now churned to stained soil, she can’t help but think about the glints in his eye as he’d leant over to snag a cucumber sandwich, the joke to make the kids laugh. Pleasant, affable: a joy to be seated near. She’d watched him with a smile on her skin, and now she’s only got shivers.

He surveys his ruin, a calculating look that pauses when it finds her, breathing too fast. Knees pressed into the ground, what’s left of the grass pressing a lattice to her flesh. It stings, but not so much as her side, throbbing with the poison of his turn. His eyes regard her for a second, letting her catch her breath. It’s worse that way: he’d looked at her like that before, warmth flickering embers in his eyes, an interest she’d considered over a taste of the berries. His fingertips burn red, not with juice.

She waits for him to make his move. Maybe she should try staggering to her feet, take another shot at him: it hadn’t worked before though, when the peaceful afternoon had disintegrated into ashes. Around her, a few pitiful groans punctuate the air. She’s not the only one still awake, and no one else is trying for a shot either.

They all seem to think what she’s wondering, that it’s pointless.

“I thought,” he says, words so mild she’d almost doubt they come from his lips if she wasn’t watching them move, “that I would find more competition here. Aren’t you all meant to be the best and brightest?”

Groans stifle. She sucks in a deep breath, her heart jackhammering. Concrete broken to chunks, like the bones in one person’s arm when he’d grabbed it and twisted. Her muscles twitch, shake. She’s the only one looking, she thinks, though she can’t seem to bring herself to look away from him.

His face, obviously, looks the exact same. She feels like that should be impossible. Shouldn’t there be a crack in him, to represent the way his mask had just broken in a snap? Shouldn’t there be a mar, a flaw, a warning?

“What a disappointment.” He doesn’t say it like he feels it true. Just an observation, the same tone he’d used to remark upon the few scrappy white clouds that’d gathered on the horizon while the drinks had been pulled from the chiller. Dew drops cold under palms, cracking lids a foreshadowing for the spine that’ll never be the same again. Somehow, it angers her worse than if he’d mocked them with imperious tones. The same genial breeze off his tongue; shouldn’t that be forbidden from him?

“Last chance for anyone to impress me?” He gazes around. Despite his challenge, he looks like he’s got his mind made up already. All of them, their scattered frames, their fractured forms. Destroyed in a handful of minutes, an hours-long built sandcastle swept to a singular tide. His foot shifts, crunches an abandoned plastic fork underneath his sole. Her fingers curl about the matching shatter of a knife, a poor imitation of a weapon. Tossed shrapnel among beaten up ground, a mirror’s fragment.

The pounding vessel in her chest shakes with fear.

His eyes flick towards the other side of their picnic area, and she makes her move.

Pointless or not: she can’t stop herself. She's never been able to resist a challenge.

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By Invitation Only

When John opens the door to his apartment, he instinctively knows he’s not alone.

Part of it is the subtle undercurrent of his Second Sight, informing him of the slightly raised window sash, the displaced coffee table, and the marks on the rug that weren’t left by his own feet.

Part of it is the smell of blood permeating the air that he knows isn’t coming from him. Most nights, he might not question it, but he was stuck riding a desk tonight while the Harris case is under internal investigation. He’s positive it’ll get cleared up in his favor, he was defending a human who simply ran off before anyone could get their statement to confirm it, but until that staking is ruled justified, he’s out of the field.

The closest he’s been to blood all evening is filling out requisition forms for a new chiller unit for their clinic blood bank. 

He draws his stake and moves slowly through the room, past the kitchenette and down the hall, to where a few specks of bright red stop outside the bathroom door.

He opens the door, and Emma looks up from where she’s scrubbing her stained hands in the sink. The mirror is disturbingly blank aside from the flecks of blood. 

“It’s not mine.” She nods to the bathtub, where something wrapped in plastic bags is lying. “I was really hoping he was just going to dust on me.” 

In retrospect, inviting Emma into his apartment that one time she was running from some vigilantes should probably have told him it wouldn’t be the last time she’d show up here. She’s free to come and go whenever she chooses, now, unless he moves. 

“You brought a dead body into my apartment?” John asks, for lack of any other coherent response to the situation.

“Technically, two.” Emma gestures vaguely to herself, adding water and soap splatter to the blood speckling her scarlet blouse. 

John doesn’t dignify that correction with a response.

“What do you expect me to do with it?”

“Nothing. I just couldn’t deal with him before sunrise, so I’m going to have to wait until sundown. Then I’ll dispose of him.” She shrugs. “I staked him and cut off the head for good measure. He’s not going to wake up on you.”

“You can’t just stash bodies in my apartment!”

“I’d have taken him back to the club, but I don’t have a car, and getting in a cab with a decapitated corpse tends to raise a few too many questions. Your place was closer.”

John doesn’t even want to ask what Emma is doing on this side of town, well outside her own turf. 

“It was him or me,” She says, as if what John is worried about is the legitimacy of her kill. Apparently, old hunter habits die hard. “He brought a human host into my club, then bolted when I confronted him. By the time I finally caught up to him, he’d decided it would be in his best interests to get rid of me before I got him in trouble. Probably the only reason I did catch up to him. He was doubling back to get rid of me once he made it onto his coven’s turf.”

“And you couldn’t just leave his body laying around for the rest of his coven to find.” John is finally starting to understand the circumstances to this bizarre end to his night. 

“Exactly. I didn’t leave any ties to myself at the scene, the stake is still in him, but he had the Luna’s stamp on his wrist. It wouldn’t have been hard for his coven to retrace his steps and find out I’d tracked him onto their turf and killed him.”

Technically, by vampire standards, she’s in the wrong.

But in hunter books, keeping a human host is a far more serious crime than crossing boundary lines.

John won’t be writing this up any time soon. 

He pushes aside the shower curtain to inspect the body, just in case it’s someone tied to any open Chimera investigations. He doesn’t recognize the curly black hair or the puckered scar on the decaying cheek. 

Emma keeps telling him she’s left the hunter world behind for good, but the stake in the vampire’s chest is newly made and the kind of quality Chimera always expects from its employees. Sure, plenty of vampires are known to kill their own kind in turf disputes and squabbles, but most go for means that display their strength. Throats torn out that leave victims to bleed into a coma, heads severed and sometimes kept as trophies. Hearts impaled with anything from twisted-off rebar to combat knives.

Vampires who use wooden stakes are few and far between. It’s considered a hunters’ weapon. 

He grimaces and rewraps the plastic around the body. He really hopes none of the other building tenants complain to the landlord about smells until this body is gone.

They will if it stays in here all day. 

“I’ll deal with him, Em.” John says. “I’ll just tell the crematory people to keep it on the down low because technically I’m not supposed to be on active duty.” The stake kill will certainly sell his story. 

“You don’t have to.”

“I do if I don’t want my landlord busting in with the third complaint this month.” Okay, so he probably could have avoided the noise one, but it’s a crime to play Metallica on low volume. Apparently, it’s also a crime to play it on high. 

He glances at Emma. “You hurt?”

“Not this time.” Emma holds up her now-washed hands and arms, showing the lack of any damage.

“There’s a clean t-shirt and sweatpants that should fit you in the guest room. Along with most of the rest of my laundry.” So sue him, he hates folding and never has anyone staying over. “I know you can’t sleep without your home earth, but I can pick some up on my way back from the crematorium. And some synth-blood.”

“I really don’t need all that. Just somewhere to lie low until the sun goes down.”

“My momma would have my hide if she thought I wasn’t treating my guests right.”

“She might also have your hide for inviting a vampire into your living space.”

John shrugs. “What she doesn’t know won’t hurt her.”

He looks into the stained bathtub at the body. No way is he carrying this thing through the halls and down the stairs, or risking getting stuck with it in the temperamental elevator.

Apparently, this guy’s going out the way he came.

Down the fire escape.

Well, as far as mornings go, this is only the third weirdest he can remember…

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[final-girl96]

Broken World: Chapter Forty-One

Daryl

Flashback

Mountains of Georgia 2010

Daryl was with his father, Will, and his Uncle Jess up at the cabin on a hunting trip. Everything was quiet and peaceful. Merle was locked up in the county jail for a couple of nights, which isn't anything new.  He got locked up for starting another bar fight.

Right now, Daryl, Jess, and Will were out in the woods hunting. Daryl was off on his own but not too far from where his father and Jess were. He could hear Jess telling Will about some blood. He heard the comment, “Has blood always been this dark?” He too had noticed some blood trails where the blood seemed to be much darker than he's ever seen before. Fresh kills always see a bright red. The blood he has been seeing is dark red, almost black, and it's still wet. He knows blood darkens as it dries and starts to coagulate, but this blood is still freshly wet.

It was all but a few minutes that he'd continued walking when he heard several gunshots go off, then Jess yelling out for him. It didn't take more than two minutes to reach his father and uncle. Will was laying on the ground, blood seeping from his neck. “Dad!” He ran over to him with mixed emotions running through him. “We have to get help for him.” Jess shook his head and looked at his own arm. “There ain't nothing we can do for him. Ya gotta put him down.”

Daryl's hand shook as he took the pistol from his uncle's hand. He brought it up, raising it to his father's head. He couldn't do it; he couldn't shoot his father. He wouldn't stand here and say he's never thought about doing it before. Because he has; he has thought about killing his father before just to be able to get away from the abuse. But here he was, standing above his father with a gun pointed at him, and he couldn't do it.

“I can't…I can't do it,” he said, dropping his arm. Jess took the gun from him and brought it up to look at his best friend; his brother. “Sorry brother,” were his final words to him as he pulled the trigger. Daryl flinched and looked away. There was no time to pick Will up to give him a proper burial, not when there were sick people…dead people?

Daryl wasn't really sure what was going on. All he knew was that these people were violent, and the only way to put them down was to shoot them in the head. He had learned that very quickly when he and Jess were running for their lives.

Daryl had fired the rifle in his hands, hitting one in the chest, right in the heart. A normal person would have gone down. But this one kept coming. They weren't even affected by it. They were surrounded by the time they got back to the truck. Jess was getting weaker and weaker. “Go! Get 8n the truck and go, Daryl! Find Merle and get outta here!” That was the last thing he said to Daryl before distracting the mob of infected. Daryl got in the truck and watched the only man he knew as an uncle be ripped apart.

The Prison

Spring 2011

YN

We had cleared the prison yard. It didn't take that long to do it either. Some of us went up into the towers, and the rest spread out on the other side of the fence. Rick was the one to make a run to the other gate that led to cell block C. Once that gate was closed and locked, we were able to relax for a little while and enjoy ourselves. After we got the cars pulled in, we gathered the bodies and put them in a pile on the other side of the yard far from where we planned to set up for the night.

A fire was built as the sky grew darker, and the air grew a little chiller. The squirrels Daryl had shot were cooked up and evenly portioned out. I was sitting by myself when Carol came into my line of sight. She held out a bowl with a small amount of meat in it. “I was going to take this to Daryl, but I think you should go do it.” I looked up at her and shook my head. “No, I think it would be better if you took it to him. He doesn't want anything to do with me.”

“Get up, you're going to go take this to him. Come on, stand up!” I raised my eyebrows at her. “Now. You can not keep avoiding each other.” I put my hands up and slowly raised to my feet. She handed me the bowl and pushed me a little to make me start walking towards the overturned bus Daryl was standing on.

“Brought you something to eat,” I said when I grew closer. I reached up and set the bowl down and started to climb up onto the tire. Surprisingly, Daryl helped me up the rest of the way. “Carol made me bring you this,” I said, handing him the bowl. “It's not much, but if you don't eat now, you won't eat at all.” He took the bowl with a head nod. “Guess little Shane over there has quiet and appetite.” I snorted at his comment, catching the smallest pull at  the corner of his mouth.”

Silence fell between us as Daryl ate. I looked behind us at our group; our family. That's what they are, right? They're our family. We've been through some much together for the past year. “Where were you when the outbreak happened?” I asked before I could stop myself. Daryl licked his fingers as he side eyed me. “Was at the cabin with my dad and Jess.” I nodded my head, looking down at my boots.

“Dad was the first to get bitten. Had his neck ripped out. Jess handed me his pistol to put him out of his misery but…I was too much of a coward to do it. Jess shot him, and we ran. When we got closer to the truck, we had a group of walkers on us. Jess had been bitten when he tried to save dad, so he sacrificed himself for me to get away. I hopped in the truck and took off.”

It was surprising that Daryl opened up to me at all. “What–what about Merle? Where was he?” I asked, wrapping my arms around myself. “County jail.” I hummed, nodding my head slightly. “Starting fights at the bar?” I asked him, and he nodded with a grunt. “But you were able to get him out. That's a good thing. He didn't end up like these prisoners. Yet again, Merle would have found his way out of there one way or another.” Daryl scoffed out a laugh and started to climb down from the bus. “Come on.”

[thegrandromantic]

Hiii thank you for the ask :) can I request Ezekiel 7 and Transcendental Youth (the song) for the ask game?

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oh man this is really tough bc you asked me about the ending tracks on two of my favorite albums but i'll do my best to do them justice!

Ezekiel 7: my favorite lyric would be probably be the opening lines, "the clouds explode and then the desert blooms / someone will need to mop this floor for me". i feel like they paint the strongest poetic image in the song. although the chorus is also incredible, i like how since this is such a spacey track and there arent a lot of lyrics surrounding the chorus, the repetition of the chorus sort of dominates the experience of the song and emphasizes the vastness of the desert the speaker is driving out into. but anyway those opening lines set the scene and tone of the song so well, the clouds exploding is quite a violent and apocalyptic image, but it also feels like a huge release. ive never lived in or been to the desert but i can only imagine what a profoundly emotional experience it must be when a storm finally breaks. and then its followed up with someone needing to mop the floor, so we know something really messy is happening. i didnt really process that this song was about torture until i read the bible chapter the song is named after, but oh man i love the juxtaposition of those two images/emotions. the wrath of a vengeful god being recontextualized as a torturer, the serene desert rain washing over the victim and torturer alike, it coats the scene in this weird soft comfort even though its describing horrific events.

Transcendental Youth: my favorite lyric, "shroud ourselves in the cosmos / let the music play" just barely more my favorite than the couplet just before it, "soar ever upwards / on air gone black with flies" mostly because i guess i just gravitate more towards the slightly more hopeful imagery. i actually saw them play this one live at my second ever show a few months back, and now i feel a really special connection to it because it was a pretty small show, they played a bunch of their chiller more intimate tracks and that was the show i caught my flower at 🥺 so yeah now whenever he sings the line, "let the music play" i just remember all the emotion from that show and how it felt like everyone was floating up to the cosmos together just by experiencing this ephemeral moment together. plus its obviously easy to associate with the album's GORGEOUS album art, easily my favorite goats album art.

thanks so much for the ask!!! this was so much fun!!! @downtohide