#round 1 :Tank grunt

[gvaudoiin-tricou]

I am resetting my strangetown/ pleasantview for the third time.

In the first round of college, Tank moved alone to an apartment in La Fiesta Tech.

Ripp called him to invite to hang out with Ophelia and Johnny, so he said yes.

Then he apologized to Johnny for being an asshole to him in high school and he's trying to change.

...

[tamtam-go92]

Tank knew, Violet Jocque was one of the easier to get girls in school. She was four years younger than him, so it was probably unethical to take advantage of her, but he wanted to prove his siblings, that he could also get one of the girls. Not that he had seen Ripp make out with any girl at school at all. But he was always surrounded by a flock of pretty girls, giggling and touching his forearm. Tank also wanted that attention. He was happy when Violet agreed to come home with him. Strangetown was a pretty long bus drive from Desiderata Valley, where Violet lived, away. But here he was, finally snatching that very first kiss from a cute girl!

Buck: Who was that pretty girl? Dad saw you two too.

Tank didn't say anything. But he was pleased, the General had seen them,

[grimbunnies]

Tank has always lived under the hard thumb of his father, General Buzz Grunt. In this domesticated boot camp, can Tank prove his worth to this demanding dad? And what will become of the general’s other sons?

[moveobjectsoff]

This about sums up every Grunt family interaction.

[ba9go]

50 rounds of uppercuts (pt. 1)

gymbro!bakugou katsuki x fem!reader

part 2 💥 part 3 (coming soon!)

you’re at your usual gym doing your reps of hip thrusts when you notice number 2 pro-hero bakugou katsuki glaring at you in the mirror, mid-shoulder press.

“what?” you frowned. “is my form that shitty?”

“nah, your form’s fine,” he grunted. you can’t help the way your gaze drifts to his deltoids as he drops his dumbbells to the ground and walks over to the rack of weight plates. wow, he looks really good in that tank top. “just don’t know why you’re thrustin’ that puny weight.”

“excuse me?” you look over at him, offended. you were doing your best over here! your ass was in pain!

bakugou ignores you and you watch in horror as he plucks TWO 50-POUND PLATES from the rack and SLAPS THEM ON EITHER SIDE OF THE BARBELL RESTING OVER YOUR LAP.

“you got this,” bakugou says, and you think he’s making fun of you but he looks you dead in the eye and gives you a thumbs-up.

“this is like, 250 pounds.”

“yeah,” bakugou raises a brow at you, then shrugs. “you got this.”

ok but if a random guy did this to me in the gym irl i’d be so pressed LMAO bkg gets a pass tho 😋

taglist (thank you for your support!!): @anicaaa67 @maddietries @nemisimp @an-na-bella @valeriyaaak @buggie07 @v3n7s @deimosjay @iguanahykhv @zaiban2989 @girls-overflower @notmeduhh @busdriver-move-that-ass

[melanieph321]

SEVEN DAYS OF REQUESTS 2.0

(DAY 1)

Why has no one introduced me to this maaaaan!

The request got lost in my inbox but all it read was "Joško Gvardiol"

Thank God for anon 😭🙏

Joško Gvardiol x Reader - Talk Me Through It

18+

Where Joško likes it rough but has to introduce Reader to his ways.

Enjoy!

It was a date night full of laughs and giggles. Your relationship with Joško was relatively new. The two of you were still getting to know each other. He had treated you to a lovely dinner and a movie and insisted on driving you home at the end of the night.

"Hold up." Joško said, as he took his car off the highway. "I just need to stop for petrol."

"Oh, can I pump it!" You uttered excitedly, bouncing up and down in the passenger seat.

"Pump what?"

"The gas, of course."

"I guess..." He chuckled, with an expression that revealed his suprise. "But take my card." He said, reaching for his wallet.

Pulling into the self managed gas station, Joško handed you his credit card as you hopped out of his car. He rolled down the window to the drivers seat as you rounded the vehicle. "Don't forget, Petrol, not Diesel."

"Yes daddy." You joked, although a spark lit up in his eyes.

The concrete beneath you made your steps uneven wearing high heels. You grabbed the petrol pump and carefully made your way to the back of the car. You spread your legs wide, trying to maintain an even stance as you plugged the gas pump into the tank. You noticed how Joško was watching you from where he sat in the car. Your eyes met in the side view mirror. You gave him a smile and he returned it with a wink of his eye.

"There." You sighed and put the gas pump back on its hanger. You climbed back into the passenger seat and handed Joško back his credit card.

"All done?" He placed a hand on your thigh. Your dress cut way above your knees which caused goosebumps to grow with his touch.

"Jupp, all done." You squealed.

He pulled out of the gas station like that,  with one hand on the steering wheel, the other one on your thigh, stroking it up and down. Joško insisted on opening the door for you once his car pulled up to your apparment complex.

"A gentleman." You giggled.

He even offered you an arm as he escorted you up the stairs to your front door.

"I had a great night." He said, as you stood turned to each other, with your back against the door.

"You'll always have a good time with me baby, you should know that by now."

He grinned and grabbed your arms to wrap around his neck. "I like it when you call me that."

What, baby?" You smiled.

"That and other things."

"Other things?" You frowned. "What else have I been calling...?"

You gasped as you were brought forward. Joško's hands made their way up the back of your thighs, squeezing your ass. "Joško."

He hymned in response. His neck now burried in the crease of your neck, serenading it with filthy kisses.

"The neighbors." You whimpered as he gave your ass another squeeze, pressing you against what you could only assume to be his growing erection.

"Open the door." He grunted.

His grip of your ass loosened to allow you to turn around and reach for the key in your purse. However, his lips, still attached to your neck, made it hard for you to pinpoint where to insert it.

"I loved it when you called me daddy." He whispered, lips bracing your naked shoulder. "I want to hear you say it again."

You gasped as his hand made its way between your legs, his fingertips slipping between your panties.

"Joško, please."

"Nah." He chuckled, his laugher deep and rich. It was almost evil. "You know what I want you to call me "

You bit back another whimper. "Daddy please." You begged, to which Joško's free hand helped you insert the key into the lock. From there things escalated quickly. You had never seen him this way, so eager to have you.

"Take off your dress."

You stood in the door to your living room. Neither of you had gone to turn on the lights, but judging by how intense the moment felt, the task was of no importance.

You did what you had been told and stepped out of your dress, to which Joško grunted approvingly. His eyes traveled from your bouncong breast to the stringy patterns on your panties.

"Turn around."

You were compelled to do as you were told since the look on Joško eyes dared you not to defy him. Still you felt a need to issue some kind of consent by asking, "What are you going to do to me?"

You stood with your back to him. The sound of his approaching footsteps causing the floor below you to crack.

"Do you really want to know?"

A shiver ran down your spine as Joško lips braced your earlobe. There was a shift in your stance, feeling how his full-fledged erection pocked you in the ass. "Yes." You whispered, although your voice trembled. "You need to tell me."

His laughter vibrated against your back. "Fair enough."

You were nudged to take a step forward, towards your couch. You paused once your legs hit its armrests and Joško's hand came up behind you, resting on the flat of your belly.

"I'm gonna make you bend over for me and watch you play with your pussy until it's dripping wet."

You swallowed a rock. But was determined to have him recite the full turn of events before he even thought to have his way with you. "And then?"

"And then...." He said, voice hoarse. "Then I'm gonna push your panties to the side and circle my dick around your entrance, at least until you beg me to put it in."

"And then..."

"And then..." He chuckled. "I'm going to fuck you until you scream my name. "

Your lips parted, with the ghost of your breath.

"But I won't stop there."

"No?"

"No."

"Why not?"

You sensed his urgencey, perhaps your questions teased him in ways he hadn't anticipated. His hand on your belly was slowly moving downwards, into the pocket of your panties. Your head fell back against his shoulder, his fingertips making small circle around your already swollen clit.

"Why not?" He groand. "Don't you trust me baby?"

"I do." You stammered. "I just don't like surprises."

His lips against yours cheek were gentle, soft kisses tracing the length of your neck. "I won't stop until you call me daddy again."

And there it was, you thought. As faint as his words had been, they were to your assurance, assurance that you were in control of the situation, the safe word being, daddy.

"Okay."

"Okay?" Joško mouth left your neck, lifting your head from his shoulders. You turned around to face him, nodding in approval.  "You may bend me over."

His grin was unobtainable. He leaned down to kiss you, his scruffy beard tickling your face. "Don't worry, baby. I'll talk you through it."

He turned you around, bending you over like he said he would. You faithfully followed the next step, placing your hand between your legs, rubbing your clit.

"Good girl."

You heard the unbuckling of his belt, followed by his pants that slid down his legs and onto the floor. He then spoke through a clenched jaw. "Are you ready for me, baby?"

"I don't know, you tell me?"

He chuckled, but did not hesitate to align himself behind you, the tip of his cock circling your wet entrance.

"Fuck, already so wet for me."

You placed your hands in front of you, flat against the cuchens of the couch. Your eyes squinted shut, anticipating the first thrust. However, it never came.

"I won't do anything until you tell me that you're ready for me."

"I'm ready." You nodded and barely uttered the words before your stomach was pushed down against the armrest. Joško was relentless, showing into you like a madman. You loved it.

"Yes, more." You begged.

"Are you sure you can take it?"

"No. But do it anyways."

It was electric, simply electric. Joško had you bent over before him, legs spread wide with your panties pushed to the side.

"At the gas station...." He grunted, with no intention of stop pushing in and out of you. "I imagined fucking you like this whilst you were pumping gas into my car."

"Oh, yeah?"

"Yes. You looked so fucking hot. And when you called me daddy..."

"Yeah?"

His thrust were getting sloppier, his cock slipping out of your entrance ones, then twice.

"Fuck, you feel so good."

"Daddy?"

All movement stopped as Joško's body went stiff. You didn't even have to shout.

"You okay?" He worried.

"Yes." You giggled, exploiting your control over him. "Don't stop, finish me off."

He laughed nervously. He laughed and then picked up where he left off. Fucking you with a newfound strength that shot right through your arching spin. He had you coming over the edge with a moan of his name. His orgasm followed right after with the two of you falling back against the couch, embracing each other in the dark. Skin against skin. Lips against lips.

[captainkirkk]

✩ WEEKLY FIC ROUND-UP ✩

All the fics I’ve read and really enjoyed in the past week-ish. Reminder: This list features any and all ratings and themes. Please look at tags and warnings on ao3 before reading.

DC

my dearly departed by redrobin1989

Kon heard the stories about how Tim had fallen apart after he died. He couldn’t imagine what Tim had gone through, what he’d been feeling. Even now, with the shoe now on the other foot, Conner doesn’t know how to cope. Especially when he needs to keep his boyfriend’s collapsing family together.

Exit Strategy by smilebackwards

Batman needs a Robin and Batman has a Robin. Tim is just extraneous now, vestigial. He’s a bandage over a healed wound. He doesn’t know what he’s hanging on to.

Or: Tim didn’t expect his exit strategy from the Batfamily to involve quite so much bonding time with Damian over Wayne Enterprises bureaucracy.

the capillaries in my eyes are bursting by Scarlet_Ribbons

Bruce grunts, standing up. “Jenkins said the same. What about what you weren’t told?”

And without dissembling, Jason says, “I think they fucked that kid up, B.”

[Jack and Janet die. As things get weirder and weirder, it feels like Tim might be at the center of the unfolding conspiracy.]

Stranger Things

and i know that you don’t, but if i ask you if you love me— by fakecharliebrown

Once, only a few weeks before his parents decide he’s too old to be tucked into bed at night, Steve grabs his mother by the wrist and asks, “Does Father love me?”

“Of course he does,” she says immediately, smoothing the blanket where it rests over his chest.

Steve blinks up at her. “Then how come he never says it?”

She purses her lips. “He shouldn’t have to, sweetheart. You should just know.”

(It isn’t until years down the line that Steve realizes she’d somehow turned that into being his fault.)

or; Steve Harrington through the years, on loving and being loved.

Percy Jackson

percy jackson and the scrutiny of his coworkers by pqrker

Jim turned back to the tank and looked at Marcie the seal, who was now staring at the spot his coworker had been standing just moments before with that same strange look of reverence in her eyes.

Percy Jackson truly was the oddest person Jim Elpool had ever worked with.

Or: 5 times percy's coworkers were confounded by his fish magic, plus 1 time they try to figure it out.

Star Wars

Bounty by smilebackwards

"You took a puck for Luke Skywalker?”

Din looks up at the tenseness in Cara’s voice.

“Yes?” The puck for Skywalker had been passed over by half a dozen hunters, surprising considering the price on his head, but Din had assumed that was because his last known location was Coruscant. The Core is a dangerous place to hunt bounties.

“If I didn’t consider you a friend,” Cara says, with a tone that sounds like she’s reconsidering it, “I’d shoot you where you stand for admitting that."

SVSSS

What Is Seen by CaveteDracones

....is not [always] the real truth.

Truth-compelling artifacts in the hands of an enemy to one side, SYSTEM-mandated silence on the other, and Shen Qingqiu caught between the two. Is it too late to go back to the Water Prison?

and judgment is just like a cup that we share by Kieron_ODuibhir

The blob finished rotating into place in a way that wasn’t quite compatible with geometry as Shen Qingqiu understood it, and cleared a throat it didn’t seem to have.

“Greetings,” it said, somehow clearly addressing him in particular more than the room as a whole despite its total lack of features other than blueness and translucency. “I’m here on behalf of the Hyper-Celestial Peace and Order Enforcement Bureau. Crime scene secure, proceeding to interviews. Beginning with Subject One: You are Shen Qingqiu, formerly Shen Yuan, also known as Peerless Cucumber?"

[ratedfleur]

quiet down.

↳ an excerpt to ganda and pogi’s world.

zhanghao x fem reader 600 word count genre ୭ explicit

🏷️ : dom!hao, parking lot sex, breeding, praising, degredation.

part 1.

after a few rounds of letting hao fuck you in his car, he quickly got tired of staying cooped up inside the cramped space.

whilst he let you take a breather after a rough fuck where he got you shaking underneath him, your pussy quivering around his cock as you came, agad agad namang nag bihis ng pang-baba si hao bago lumabas, surveying the area.

the run down gas station was peaceful and quiet, simply umiingay lang dahil sainyo ni hao.

“hey, get out.” he says, ducking down to the open door while you turned to look over at him, confused.

“pero—“ you answered before getting cut off.

“labas.” hao replies.

begrudgingly, you went out, only dressed in your skirt, soiled panties, and tank top that you slipped on.

“will you let me fuck you? here? wala namang makaka-kita, al. it’s just us.” hao purrs, bringing you over to the hood of his bmw.

he makes you face the hood, hands planted on the warm surface. “won’t people see? baka may dumaan, hao..” you muttered.

you could hear hao hum as he flipped your skirt up, letting the fabric settle on your ass, quickly slipping off your panties before he groped your cheeks, watching globes of cum drip out of you as you clenched over nothing, feeling the cold air against your skin.

“so? gusto mo naman yung ganoon, al.. ‘di ba?”

you sigh because you know that it’s true, you love the thrill na may dadaan na kotse where they could see yours and hao’s sexcapade.

“see? good girl.” hao purrs as he toys with himself, slapping his head against your pussy lips, smearing the cum around as his lube.

“aahh..” you sigh, feeling hao slowly sink into you. your hands felt weak, slowly letting your arms rest on the car hood instead, further bending down for hao.

“mhm, that’s it. bend over for me.” hao grunts as he thrusts into you, pulling out and in as one hand held onto your shoulder, easing himself towards you.

you cried out loud when hao started pounding into you, skin slapping each other along with your moans and his grunts.

“not going to last long if you clench like that.. fuck!” hao groaned when you clenched around him tighter, nearly tight enough to stop him from moving.

your hips moved on instinct, moving back and forth on his cock, making hao halt as he watched you fuck yourself on him.

“sige lang, puta.” hao cursed as he started thrusting once more, making you legs fall weak as you properly plopped your front down on the hood while hao fucked you.

tuloy tuloy lang ang mga bayo ni hao, now using a stable rhythm to make you cum in an instant. tuloy tuloy lang din naman ang mga ungol mo, echoing in the quiet area with your skin slapping.

“h-hao! oh my god, fuck fuck! ‘m gonna—“ you gasped when you came on him, hao’s rhythm slowly becoming erratic as you came around him, squeezing him tightly inside of you.

hao becomes silent as he cums in you, mouth empty from his curses and grunts. he drops down, chest against your back as he creates broken thrusts into you whilst he came.

“please tell me you liked that kasi i don’t think i’ll ever stop doing this.” hao panted against your shoulder while you shook under him, laughing.

“hoy, behave.” you laughed when hao whined, slowly getting up and pulling out of you, immediately kneeling down to slip your panties on, keeping both yours and his cum in the already soiled panties.

© RATEDFLEUR — ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

[walker-bait-1973]

8 Years Part One

Photo Edit by Me

A Daryl Dixon/ Sybil Tremont Fanfiction (Daryl x OC)

Background information: It’s assumed the reader knows the world of TWD. This Fanfic takes place after Alexandria, Hilltop, Oceanside, and the Kingdom are established and at the height of success. Carl is dead. The communities are bound by a doctrine created by Michonne. Rick is presumed dead. Daryl and Michonne never lost hope and searched for several years for Rick without luck. Daryl had a short relationship with Leah. The Saviors disbanded with Negan in a jail cell in Alexandria. The Whisperers have been defeated, and Lydia is a valued member of the Hilltop homestead.

18+

Daryl x OC (Female)

Warnings: Violence, Alcohol, Slow Burn, Fluff, Smut

Part Two

Master List

Chapter 1: Caramel

The summer of 1990 was a record-breaker for heat. The sun shone brighter than ever by early June. While people around Atlanta were finding ways to keep cool, Merle Dixon along with his younger brother Daryl, and their motorcycle gang pulled into the local 7-11 to get some ice-cold brews. They were headed to Pine Lake for a party. Merle and two of his buddies went inside for drinks.

“Hey Merle, get some snacks too!” Daryl yelled after him. Merle shot him the middle finger, laughed, and went inside. Daryl lit up a cigarette. As he listened to the group talking and laughing, a small group of young ladies walked past them. Daryl’s attention averted to have a gander at these five women. One, in particular, stood out to him. She was a curvaceous woman, with an ample chest, wide hips, and thick thighs. Her long ebony curls bounced in a neat ponytail as she walked in flip-flops with painted red toenails. She was wearing a pair of cut-off blue jean shorts that hugged her apple-shaped bottom. Her skin was a delicious shade of caramel, tanned from the hot sun no doubt. Her red halter top complimented the shade well. As she passed him he said, “Hot day.”

She nodded curtly, eyeing the pale-skinned man in the grey tank top as her friends giggled and they went into the store. She stopped for a moment to look over her shoulder at him, “You better watch yourself, you’re gonna get burned.”

He smiled slyly and playfully smacked Terry in the chest as the automatic door swung shut, “damn!”

“She’s outta your league, Daryl.” Terry chuckled as Daryl rubbed his dirty blonde goatee. He was already plotting what to do next.

“Naw… she ain’t.” He took a breath before heading into the convenience store himself. Terry looked at Buck and sniggered.

Inside, Daryl could hear Merle’s loud voice back by the beer cooler laughing with Sam and Joe. He casually walked down one aisle with low shelves, spying on the girls over by the Slurpee machine comparing flavors. He paused by the snacks and perused the various chips, raising his eyes often to watch the girls as they laughed and poured themselves the thick icy beverage. He glanced back praying his brother wouldn’t come up while he made his move. He walked to the girls and said, “Hey, ‘s y’ flavor?”

“Caramel” sucked slowly on her straw before saying, “Cherry.” A pair of large green eyes framed with long lashes lifted to look at him. He felt his insides turn to mush, as a boyish grin crossed his face.

He followed her outside and as she started walking away with her friends he called out, “’s yer name?”

Looking over her rounded shoulder, “Sybil.”

From that moment on, he was hooked.

Chapter 2: The Receipt

Alexandria

Daryl rolled over, restless in his bed. He heard footsteps thudding on the basement ceiling. Judith and RJ must be over for breakfast. He sat up, Dog instantly licking his face.

“Down, boy…” he grunted. Dog jumped to the floor and waited patiently by the back door for his morning walk. Daryl shirked into some clothes, donned his boots, and opened the door. Dog ran out into the dew-covered grass behind the house to do his duties. Daryl whistled,  beckoning for Dog to join him as he walked down the road toward the Alexandria main gate.

Rosita and Aaron were up on the platform, keeping watch for possible trouble.

“Good Morning, Daryl!” Aaron called out. Daryl waved quietly and moved along, toward the community center where many of the residents chose to eat together. He walked in, nabbed a fresh loaf of bread, and returned to Carol’s house.

“Good morning Uncle Daryl!” Judith exclaimed running to him as soon as he closed the door.

“Mornin’ Jude,” he answered as she hugged him around the waist. He put his arms around her shoulders and hugged her in return. RJ joined them and gave Daryl a high five.

“Come on, Judith… RJ… let’s get you fed before classes.”

“Y’ heard Aunt Carol… c’mon and get to the table.” Daryl grabbed a knife and started cutting up the bread for toast. Carol served the kids fresh scrambled eggs, apple slices, and orange juice. They munched on the yummy food while Carol poured Daryl his first cup of coffee. He leaned against the counter sipping it, his mind wandering.

He went weeks before he saw Sybil again. This time, she was at a grocery store as a cashier. What luck Daryl had! He spotted her immediately as he carried the armloads of food to the register. He decided to go through her line, affording him a great opportunity to talk to her again.

“Have a nice day,” she was saying as she handed the receipt over to the customer in front of him.

He scratched the back of his neck as she started cashing him out, “find everything you were looking for?” She lifted her eyes, a smile on her face, dimples adorning her cheeks.

“Naw…”

“No? Is there something I can help you with?”

“Sure. Y’all could give me y’ number.”

She chuckled, “You’re mighty confident.”

“’ Member me?”

“Not sure that I do,” she replied, toying with him. There was no way Sybil could forget those deep-set blue eyes and that handsome face.

“I can make it so y’ never f’get me again.” He leaned on the conveyor belt, stopping it.

“Oh yeah?”

There was a line forming behind him.

“You’re right I’ll never forget you if you get me fired,” she feigned being cross.

“Give me y’ number an’ I’ll pay m’ total.”

“I don’t even know your name,” she said, “that will be twenty-eighty-seven.”

He pulled out thirty bucks. When she returned his change, she handed him his receipt.

“Daryl. M’ name’s Daryl.”

She smirked, “have a nice day, Daryl.”

He grabbed his bag, frowning. As he put his change in his pocket, he realized she’d written a phone number on the back of the receipt.

She winked at him and started on her next customer’s order.

“… Daryl?”

Daryl looked up from his mug at Carol, “Huh?”

“I asked what your plans were for today. Where were you just now?”

He shook his head, “Nowhere. ‘M thinkin’ of takin’ a ride t’ Hilltop.”

“Yeah? If so, could you take a few things for me? I made Maggie some curtains for Hershel’s room in the Barrington House, and there are some parts that Eugene needs for the radio.”

He shrugged, “Yeah, get t’ stuff t’gether n’ I’ll take it w’ me.”

He took a plate of eggs and set it on the floor for Dog.  Dog chowed down while Daryl munched on a piece of toast.

“Alright, go get washed up and Uncle Daryl will walk you to school on his way out.”

“Okay,” Judith looked at her younger brother, “get your stuff.”

Once Daryl delivered the kids to class, he and Dog ambled to the gate where Carol was waiting for him. He shouldered his pack and strapped the box of things to take down on his motorcycle. Carol squeezed his shoulder, “You have a safe trip, okay? Tell everyone I say hello. Oh, and I nearly forgot. Judith wrote Hershel a letter.” She slipped it into his hand. Daryl smiled.

“I’ll make sure he gets it.”

Chapter 3: Lending A Hand

Hilltop

Daryl sped into Hilltop, Dog in tow, and parked close to the barn. He got several waves from various community members and was warmly greeted by Maggie. She wrapped her arms around him for a big hug, “Been a long time, stranger,” she remarked, squeezed his shoulder, and knelt to pet Dog.

“Too long,” Daryl confessed, nodding in acknowledgment toward Jesus and Tara.

“Damn right it’s been too long,” Tara piped up, “tell us, what’s everyone been up to?”

“Y’ know,” he shrugged, “same old. Ain’t much t’ tell.” He patted his jacket pocket, “Got somethin’ f’ Hershel though.” He pulled out the envelope and handed it to Maggie.

“A letter from Judith?” She ran her fingers over the front of the makeshift envelope.

“Mhm. Seems they’re becomin’ pretty good pen pals,” He smiled.

“They are. It won’t be long, they’ll be on the radio talkin’. I think Hershel has a lil’ crush,” Maggie’s toothy grin spread.

Daryl grunted, “I got stuff f’ Eugene too.”

“He’s up in the attic monkeying with things, I’ll run it up to him,” Jesus said knowing full well how Eugene liked to talk people’s ears off, and Daryl was more of a quiet man.

“Thanks f’ that,” Daryl remarked looking around, “Where’s Connie?”

“She’s at Oceanside with Kelly and Luke. I know you’re disappointed,” Maggie teased.

“I’ll catch her soon ‘nough.” He shrugged, “’m here now. What can I do t’ help out?”

“We have a few cabins to build. Wanna help with that?”

“Sure,” he nodded, walking with Maggie to the area of expansion past the orchards. He was greeted by Alden, one of the blacksmiths, who was delivering a box of nails.

“Daryl, good to have you here,” Alden smiled, handing him a hammer.

“Jus’ tell me where t’ go.”

He pointed to one of the cabins already in progress. Daryl joined in immediately. As he worked with the others, it wasn’t long before he was sawing logs, roofing, and throwing himself into the job at hand. Daryl didn’t mind hard work. When the frame of the cabin was finished, he felt a sense of accomplishment and moved onto the exterior walls.

When he paused to take a cigarette break, he spotted Lydia making her way over to him. She had a wide smile on her face, her long black hair hanging loosely around her shoulders. Elijah was holding her hand, the same goofy smile on his face. Daryl smirked. Young’uns.

“We brought you some water. You’ve been working hard,” Lydia handed him a canteen.

“Thanks,” he said, swishing the cold liquid in his mouth. Felt cool and refreshing on this warm Spring day.

“We were going to head to Alexandria for a visit, but now seeing as you’re here, we won’t leave until you do. If you don’t mind.”

“Naw could use the company,” he answered, patting her shoulder.

“Great! I miss everyone. And I wanted to see Negan.”

Frowning, “What y’ need t’ see him for? He ain’t no good, Lydia.”

“I know his past, and I know how you feel about him-”

“You don’t know all ‘bout that sumbitch.” Daryl never talked with anyone in his family about what transpired when he was held prisoner at Negan’s compound, Sanctuary. Tortured, starved, stripped down for humiliation…

“I suppose I don’t. But he stuck up for me when those kids attacked me. If it weren’t for him, I might not be here. I don’t need you to understand it, but I won’t sneak around to talk to him.”

Daryl had to give her credit for being so upfront about her connection with Negan. It was true that he helped her one night when three members of Alexandria ganged up on her. It was also true that one ended up dead at Negan’s hand. It was an accident, but with Negan’s history, it nearly got him lynched.

“I don’t understand it, an’ I don’t like it. But I ain’t gonna stop ya.”

That’s one thing Lydia admired about Daryl – he didn’t treat her like a little girl. He talked to her as if she was an adult, and she respected that. Too many people tried to treat her like a child. She was seventeen, and beyond her years in many ways.

Daryl tossed her back the canteen, “Back t’ work. Y’ know, y’all could help out. Get done a lot faster.”

“I can swing a hammer,” Elijah smirked, “I’m gonna help out.”

“I’ve got some other things to do, but then I’ll be back over.” Lydia kissed Elijah before leaving. Elijah blushed and cleared his throat.

“C’mon,” Daryl spoke up, “ ‘s getcha that hammer.”

Chapter 4: First Date

(One Week Later) Daryl drove up to the house where Sybil lived. Already outside, she’d been waiting for him. She laughed when he turned off his motorcycle.

“I just knew you were going to show up on that thing.”

Daryl looked down at the bike, “’s my ride.”

She nodded, “Oh yeah… it’s your ride alright. I’ve never been on one before.”

“Well, y’all will have the time o’ yer life then.” He smiled. She walked over in a pair of tight-fitted jeans, her hips swaying practically mesmerizing him.

“Interesting way to start a first date,” She commented, sliding on behind him. Her hands went to his waist, clutching tight as he kicked the motor on and took off down the street.

“Shouldn’t we have helmets?” She called into the wind. Daryl swung the bike onto the main road.

“Naw… yer fine.”

She laughed, “As I said before, you’re mighty confident.”

Daryl enjoyed the feeling of her behind him, her hands tightening their grip. He lowered his left hand and pulled one of her arms around him tighter.

“You’re bold,” she remarked, but slid her other arm around, locking her hands in front of his stomach.

“So are ya.”

They drove along Pine Lake, one of the first places he could think of to take her. When they got off the bike she said, “You’ve got me alone, in the woods. Should I be afraid?”

“I didn’t keep y’ alive on that bike only t’ kill ya in the woods,” He smirked. She laughed. It was music to his ears; so light and genuine.

“Been t’ Pine Lake ‘fore?”

“Oh yes. This is the main hang-out spot. You?”

“Come here a bit.”

They walked a trail along the east side of the lake, quiet at first.

“So that gang you’re with…” she finally cut the silence as she studied the trees, “been with them long?”

Daryl shrugged, “yeah. They’re kinda family. My big brother Merle started hangin’ out w’ some guys an’ it went from there.”

“How many of you are there?”

“Just one,” he teased.

“Ha ha,” she rolled her eyes.

“’ Bout twenty or so. Why?”

She shrugged, “Just curious.”

She pulled a leaf off a branch and twirled it between her fingers.

“Y’ thinkin’ ‘m gonna be trouble?”

“I don’t know… are you?”

“Maybe,” he stopped walking and pointed, “look,” he whispered, “a doe.”

She squinted, “Where?”

He extended his arm with his fingertip pointing, “Between them two birch trees. See her?”

After a few moments, Sybil smiled brightly, “I do. She’s beautiful. You have a keen eye.”

Daryl shrugged, “maybe.”

“Do you spend a lot of time in the woods?”

“Quite a bit. How ‘bout ya?”

“I love nature, but no… I haven’t been camping since I was a kid.”

“Yer missin’ out.”

“I suppose I am.”

“C’mon, I wanna show y’ somethin’.”

“Okay.”

They continued casually down the trail until he veered off it, onto an unbeaten path.

“Okay, now I know you’re going to kill me,” she teased.

“C’mon,” he rolled his eyes. They came to some tall rocks, “Up f’ a lil’ climbin’?”

Hands on hips she looked up at the rocks, “Should I have worn hiking boots?”

“Naw… them shoes are fine.”

She looked down at her vans and was thankful she’d chosen them.

“Alright. Let’s go. Show me the way.”

“It ain’t gonna be as hard as it looks. Found an easy way to get up there.” He motioned for her to follow. He went around the right-hand side of the stone goliaths.

“See here,” he pointed in front of him and upward, “almost like someone made a trail in them rocks.”

“They look like they have stepping stones cut into them.”

He started up the incline, turning around every so often to make sure she was still behind him. She was eagerly bringing up the rear, keeping close.

“’s is the hard part,” he said, reaching for her hand, “lemme help y’ up the rest o’ the way.”

She took his hand and he pulled just enough to get her over the final ledge. She took a breath and looked down behind her whistling, “We are up high.”

He nodded, “Higher than it looks from down there.”

She noticed a singed area and a pile of wood.

“You come here often?”

He nodded, “’s m’ place t’ getaway. C’mere… an’ look.”

She joined him on the opposite side of the rocks and looked out. What a sight to behold. She could see the large lake in its entirety from this vantage point, and the multitude of trees on the other side. The sun was bright in the sky. She felt as if she could reach out and touch it. The rays warmed her face. She turned to look at Daryl. His blue eyes were studying her, gauging her reaction. The humongous smile on her face was enough for him. He was convinced that she was the most beautiful woman he’d ever laid eyes on.

Daryl rolled to his side and stared into the darkness inside the hay mound sighing. He didn’t sleep much, to begin with. And even less since the world fell. Thinking of her made it near impossible. He sat up while Dog rustled through the hay to rest his head in Daryl’s lap. He brusquely pet the dog's head. Dog whined. He’d been with Daryl so long that he could read his emotions.

“S’ alright, boy. ‘ll get through it. Always do.” He got to his feet, stretched, and said, “C’mon. ‘S go f’ a walk.” Daryl and Dog made their rounds, checking the sentinels on the wall, joining them for a bit to watch for walkers or marauders.

“You’re up early,” Cal commented, shaking out his foot that fell asleep.

Daryl shrugged, “Always am. Don’t need much sleep.”

“I don’t know how you do it, Dixon,” Cal continued.

Diane looked over at the two men, “Be thankful Daryl doesn’t sleep much. He’s saved a lot of our asses more than once because of it.”

Cal knew it was true and agreed, “Oh I know he has. It’s just when I manage to have some time to rest, I conk out. Sometimes for half a day.”

People meandered about as the sun rose, and Daryl found himself back to work at the cabins.

“You know, there’s always one of those here for you,” Jesus said, holding up a board to be nailed.

Daryl said, “Hate t’ take a place from someone else. I don’t mind the hay mound or a tent. ‘M easy.”

“So have you completely set down roots in Alexandria?”

Daryl shrugged, “Dunno if I set roots down anywhere.” The truth was the man had huge bouts of wanderlust and couldn’t sit still for too long before needing to be out in the wild again. He went with Aaron sometimes to look for more people to bring back to the communities. He brought messages from one community to the next. He also liked to provide food, go on scavenging runs; anything to keep himself busy.

People that knew him knew he was this way. They noticed a big change when Rick infamously blew up the bridge that was to connect everyone to save his people. 

Daryl disappeared for three years. During his search for Rick, he met a woman by the name of Leah. No one knew about the affair he’d had with her except Carol. Dog had discovered an old house that seemed abandoned one day during their travels. But it wasn’t empty. That’s when he found an ornery woman living there that didn’t want him anywhere around her land. After about a year they began to talk, her more than him, and in a few more months they shared food. After that Daryl realized how lonely he was; one thing led to another and the two became involved. It didn’t last long. Daryl pulled away for several reasons: he wanted to continue looking for Rick, and he couldn’t allow himself to feel what he once felt for Sybil. When he was with Leah, she knew he was far away in his mind: thinking about his brother, and she had no idea what else. He couldn’t open up to her. That took years and trust. Something he knew he could never have with her. She put conditions on him and gave him ultimatums.

“It’s your brother or me.”

“It’s your family or me.” He was not a man who responded well to conditions. He wasn’t about to choose a woman that wanted all or nothing. So he walked away, never looking back.

Chapter 5: The Race

After two weeks of working on cabins, several were finished thanks to the hard labor everyone put in. Daryl wanted to reward them all with some venison, so he decided he’d head out before the light of day to hunt.

Dog stayed in step with Daryl as they silently made their way through the forest. He’d seen deer droppings which decided the direction they would go. Tell-tale signs of a foraging deer were seen everywhere if you were observant enough. Daryl was a master of tracking. He held his breath as soon as he saw the three-point, lifted his crossbow, aimed, and fired. The arrow hit its mark between the front shoulder and the ribcage, piercing the heart. The deer dropped where it stood, feeling no pain. Just the way Daryl liked it. No suffering.

He set to work right away field dressing the internal organs before he heard the groans of Walkers coming from the left.

“Shit,” he muttered, hefting the deer over his shoulders, “c’mon Dog,” he called, quickly making his exit. The organs would keep the few Walkers busy. At least enough for him to get safely away.

He returned at dusk with his prize, congratulated by many, and thanked personally by Maggie.

“Can’t have them people be veg’tarians,” Daryl teased, taking it to hang out back.

“Oh no, too many vegetables will make the people weak,” Maggie teased. Daryl eyed her between his curtains of bangs, a smirk on his face.

“They’ll appreciate it to be sure. We can do a lot with poultry and beef…”

“But there ain’t nothin’ like venison,” he cut in.

She nodded, “Right.”

They heard kids laughing and spotted Hershel and the other kids playing with Dog. Dog of course loved all the attention.

“Seems good to have them bein’ kids, huh?” Maggie asked, sighing. She had to dig deep to remember the days of misspent youth and no fear. Riding horses with her sister Beth, playing in the fields, and nights catching fireflies.

Daryl nodded as he shoved his bloodied hands into a basin of water, “Mhm… they ain’t had it so good, growin’ up too fast ‘cause t’ way t’ world turned out.” He dried his clean hands on a rag and watched the kids for a bit, a small smile on his face.

“Can’t catch me dog,” Marigold yelled out, her laugh echoing through the trees.

(August) ”You’ll never catch me, Daryl!” Sybil yelled, swimming faster out towards the floating dock in the middle of the lake. Daryl however was an experienced swimmer and was soon closing in on her. The thrill of the chase caused Sybil to start laughing and slowed her down in speed. Daryl slowed his pace, waiting for her to gain her wits and start moving faster again. Soon her hands were touching the dock.

“Damn, y’ got away,” he said, holding the edge of the dock with his hands. She splashed him playfully.

“I know you let me win.”

“Did no such thing.”

She giggled, “Okay… deny it all you want.” She caressed his damp cheek, “I’ll still give you your reward,” she moved closer and kissed his wet lips before pulling up onto the dock. Daryl could feel his stomach flip flop and his heart quicken in reaction to her affection. It was their first kiss. His cheeks reddened and he pulled up onto the dock next to her, their feet dangling in the water. He’d been pursuing her avidly for several months. His first thoughts of just wanting to bed the woman passed once he realized there was so much more to her than just a beautiful body. She had spunk, a clever mind, and kept him on his toes. He’d never met anyone like her before. Sybil seemed to enjoy her time with him, and this kiss just solidified what he was hoping for. He knew that other guys were trying to get her attention, he wasn’t blind. But the more she accepted offers of dates from him, the less concerned he became with them.

She laid back on the dock, the sun’s rays kissing her wet skin. Her hair spread out above her head like a dark halo. Her red one-piece showed plenty but left just the right amount covered to let the imagination run wild.

Daryl chewed his lip for a moment, “Sybil…”

“Mhm?” She hummed, shielding her eyes from the bright sky as she looked his way.

“’S a band playin’ at a bar next weekend. A local band… thought maybe y’all would like t’ go.”

“What kind of music?” she asked him curiously.

“Heavy stuff. Ain’t no room for country shit.”

She grinned, “You’ve got yourself a plus one then. I think it would be a lot of fun.” The idea of being squished in close to her was on his mind. He was still a man after all.

“Rememberin’ the good old days?” Maggie asked. Daryl stopped chewing his lip.

“Gonna go find somethin’ t’ do.”

Chapter 6: Scavenging Parts

“Hey, Daryl…” Jesus caught up with the archer after morning chores, “Eugene needs some parts for the solar panel he’s been working on and gave me directions to a place he thinks I can find those parts. Wanna ride with me, help me out?”

Daryl nodded as he finished brushing a horse down, “be ready in a few. Lemme finish up here.”

Jesus drove fast down the road. Daryl stared at the directions, “A bullfrog’s hop t’ the right of a… what t’ hell is this?” He asked, scratching his head.

Jesus laughed, “It’s directions. Eugene wrote them.”

“F’ fuck’s sake. Two leagues past the old maple tree… ‘s a million maple trees out here!” He threw the instructions on the dashboard. Jesus smirked, “Don’t kill me. I wrote those just to tease you.”

“You bastard,” Daryl huffed, but smiled in the end, “figures. Where’s them directions at?”

Jesus pulled a paper out of his front pocket, “Here.”

Daryl read them quickly, “’s more like it.”

When they rolled up to the old rusty warehouse, Jesus cut the engine and looked over the list Eugene had given him. Daryl got out and started scouting for Walkers, and anyone else who happened along the way. He and Jesus cleared out a small group of the dead before breaking the chain lock on the door to head inside. Pigeons flew in the disturbed air kicking up dust and dirt. The men covered their mouths, Daryl quickly pulling his rag from his back pocket. He tied it over the bottom half of his mouth.  Both were silent as the grave as they passed through the large building in search of any trespassers alive, or undead. Once they were certain it was empty, they set out to find each of the things Eugene wanted. It took longer than they expected since neither knew where to start. Searching boxes, and reading labels… they’d found two of the five things before dark.

“Looks like we’ll be staying the night,” Jesus huffed, wiping the dust from his hands onto his pants.

“Mhm,” Daryl lowered his backpack and brought out some salted dried venison, doling out some pieces to Jesus.

“Thanks,” Jesus said as they sat on the cold cement floor.

 As they settled in for the night, Daryl volunteered to keep a watch out.

“T’morrow we hit them boxes upstairs. Can’t see shit now.”

“Agreed. I didn’t think this would be a two-day trip. I’ll just catch a few winks.”

(1 Year Later) “Sybil, get on over here, woman!” Daryl had called out over the heavy strains of guitar on the jukebox to his girl.

Sybil’s green eyes danced with merriment as she set her beer on the bar and made her way over to the young man who beckoned her. She laughed as he snaked his arms around her waist.

His nose brushed against her ear as he said, “Dance w’ me.” As if she was ever interested in dancing with someone else. She slid her palms flat against his chest as they moved to their own beat. It certainly didn’t match the fast drum solo in the Motorhead song. But finding their way to sway their bodies together had never been a problem. They began to sweat there under the hot lights, their friends milling around them. Some were dancing, others playing pool, and still, some just drinking and sharing conversation.

Daryl’s brother Merle was leaning on his old lady, licking salt from her neck as he downed another shot of tequila. He followed up with a lemon wedge from her cleavage as his loyal gang cheered him on.

“ ‘s get outta here,” Daryl said into Sybil’s ear, “ ‘s gonna get crazy t’night.”

“It’s well on its way,” she said, gripping his hand. They made a quick exit and soon were taking off on his bike. The wind whipped through Sybil’s untethered hair. The exhilaration from the cool air and the feel of her cheek against his back were enough to make Daryl giddy. He pulled up to her apartment and as he walked her to the door she stopped, key in her hand.

“We’ve been seeing each other for a while now,” she spoke up, her eyes staring into his, “and you’ve been good to me, Daryl. Come inside. I want you to stay the night.”

His jaw twitched. He’d been excited for this moment, he wouldn’t deny it. But now that it was here, he felt a sense of pride. He’d spent his time getting to know her. There was still so much to learn. And tonight would be another lesson in the ways of Sybil.

There was no small talk as her roommates were already in their respective rooms sleeping. He hadn’t been in the apartment at night unless there was a crowd of sorority sisters having a party. He and Sybil preferred being out of the house and hanging out with his gang often. She closed her room door there in the dark and turned on a dim lamp next to the bed.

She smiled at him, walking close, her hands caressing either side of his face as they began to kiss passionately. His palms rested on the flat of her back, rubbing slowly up and down as their mouths opened to explore like so many times before. It was more intense though, with pure need behind each tongue lashing and twisting together. A small groan lifted from his throat as she stepped back from him. They stared at one another, the soft glow from the light accentuating her features. The shadows delved into her curves and along the line of her legs.

“Help me out of this skirt, will you, Daryl?”

Daryl heard a noise that caught his attention. He went to investigate but seeing that it was a raccoon he shooed it away before walking the interior of the building alone. He placed a cigarette to his dry lips and lit it. Staring out one of the wide warehouse windows, he saw a few Walkers milling about near the truck. He puffed out some smoke and moved on toward the opposite end.

Sybil was more amazing than he could’ve imagined. Her body was perfection to him, and as she lifted on top of him, her hair swung down her back. He tangled his fingers into it before rubbing down around her ass while she ground her hips on top of him. He breathed as if through honey, labored, and sweet. As she rubbed his chest, a little pout curled on her lips as she neared the height of pleasure, calling out to him. He rolled her to her back, taking her breath away as he kept the rhythm up, bringing her to orgasm. He came in sync with her. He looked down at Sybil, the sweat beading on her forehead, their wet bodies sticking together, and he felt something he’d never felt before – fulfilled.

“Kiss me…” she gasped, still feeling the aftershocks of their lovemaking.

“Ain’t gotta ask, Syb…” He lowered his mouth onto hers, sucking her lips slowly, delightfully before withdrawing. He lay back, his chest still heaving as she lay her cheek upon it, listening to his fast heartbeat. He opened his legs, and she nestled her lower half between them, her stomach resting on his groin, not uncomfortable. He rubbed her saturated back, fingers slipping in the sweat, her hair pasted to her shoulders and his chest. Their bodies fit together like an intimate puzzle. Their hands locked together, fingers woven tight, his free hand cradling her. It was at that moment he knew his heart belonged to her.

When the first hint of light came through the windows, Jesus was up. He and Daryl searched the remainder of the building and found the rest of the items for Eugene by midday.

When they got outside, the Walkers from last night were still wandering around the truck, and seeing the two men, started lurching towards them.

“Dammit,” Jesus uttered while Daryl shot the closest in the head and then pulled his knives. Jesus round-housed one right in the skull, its rotted head exploding from the connection. Daryl took out two, a stab to the front of each temple, and Jesus took down the last one.

“ ‘ll drive,” Daryl said once everything was packed into the back of the pickup. Jesus tossed the keys to him. On the drive to Hilltop, Daryl was reliving those moments with Sybil still. Waking up with his legs wrapped around hers, her body still on his. He could almost feel her warmth, smell her perfume. He swerved almost hitting a Walker in the road. Jesus looked over at him, “Are you sure you’re up for driving?”

“Yeah, ‘m fine.” He sped up to get past the gathering herd quickly leaving them in the dust.

Eugene was pleased as he met the men getting out of the pickup.

“Did y’all find everything?” he asked as he pulled back the tarp over the parts. He went over the list and marked each item off, “Well done, you guys. I know these doodads don’t look like much, but when I get ‘em all put together, we’ll have some fine additions to those cabins y’all been working so hard on. Electricity! Creature comforts.”

“Glad we could help,” Jesus said as he and Daryl unloaded.

“Did you meet up with any trouble?” Maggie asked as she picked up a small box from the back.

“Naw,” Daryl responded.

“Nothing we couldn’t handle,” Jesus added.

( 1 Month Later) Carver College

Daryl spotted Sybil and her friends in the throes of students in the cafeteria. She’d been pouring over textbooks for a test coming up in English Lit class. He breathed hot air on the back of her neck, “Hey babe.”

She smiled as she whispered, “Daryl…”

Mandy sniggered, “You two are something else.”

Daryl kissed Sybil lightly and slid into the chair next to her.

“Where have you been?” She asked in a hushed tone. She hadn’t seen him in four days. No explanations, no phone calls, “I was worried about you. I thought something might have happened to you!”

“Naw, no need t’ worry. ‘M here now.” He rubbed her hand slowly.

She picked up her books and excused herself from her circle of friends. Daryl grabbed them to carry for her. Once they were outside she turned to him, “Where have you been?” She asked him again, “You just disappeared.”

“I had t’ go outta town w’ Merle.”

“To do what?” She asked curiously.

He shrugged, “Just some odd errands, ain’t no big deal.”

“Daryl, it’s a big deal when you’re dating someone, and you just disappear. What if something happened to you?”

“Syb… don’t need t’ keep tabs on me. Ain’t nothin’ gonna happen t’ me.”

She frowned, “I’m not keeping tabs. Why are you keeping secrets?”

Chapter 7: Unavailable

The deer was finally ready to process. Many offered to help him, but he kindly rejected those offers. He wanted to work alone and get things off his mind. His memories were flooding in and he couldn’t build the dam fast enough to keep them at bay. It was close to the time of year when he first met Sybil. Even though people referred to parts of the year by the period of Spring, Summer, Fall, and Winter, Daryl knew it was around June. He felt it in his heart, and thoughts of Sybil were at their pinnacle. He sharpened his knife on a whetstone til the blade could slice easily through the meat, and as he removed the hide, he halted suddenly.

(6 Months Later) Sybil looked up from the bed, “Where are you going, hot stuff?”

He zipped his jeans, “gotta go outta town f’ a few days.”

She sat up, slipping on one of his t-shirts, “where? You never say.”

“Nothin’ y’ need t’ worry y’self over, Syb.” He rubbed her shoulders slowly, “Y’ won’t even have time t’ miss me.” He kissed her lips.

“Your brother is a troublemaker. Why do I have the feeling you two get up to no good when you’re gone?”

He shook out his head and started working the hide again, bound to have the hide salted and stretched before dinner. His workworn hands rubbed the salt into the thin layer of skin remaining, and as he was stretching it, he could smell dinner. His stomach rumbled.  He covered the meat with an old tarp and went to join the others.

That night he sat by the campfire longer than most. The dog was sleeping by his foot, basking in the heat from the flames.

(One Year Later)  Daryl knew it was late. It was nearly one. He’d been out fucking around with his gang, causing a ruckus, getting into a fight with another gang, and then Merle suggested they all go out for drinks. Daryl had a few and lost track of time.

“Shit, I gotta go!” He told his brother.

“What? Why?”

“’S Sybil’s birthday. ‘M late.”

“You’re so whipped. Hell, she’ll have another one next year.”

“That ain’t the point!” He said goodbye to his friends and rushed out to his bike. When he got to Sybil’s apartment, he could see the windows were dark. He pulled the present he had messily wrapped out of his saddle bag and went up to the second floor. He knocked on the door, and Theresa answered.

“What are you doing here, Daryl? Don’t you know how to tell time?”

“Jus’ wanna see Syb… don’t need y’all givin’ m’ a hard time. Lemme in.”

“Why don’t you just go and try to make amends tomorrow? You’re on her shit list you know.”

“Who’s at the door?” Sybil called out behind her. Daryl looked over Theresa’s shoulder and saw Sybil tying up her silky robe.

“Syb… ‘s me. I wanna come in.”

“I’ve got this Theresa…”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, you go on back to bed.”

Daryl ducked his head in shame, “Happy Birthday.” He held out the gift. Sybil’s hands were on her hips.

“Kind of late for that. My birthday was yesterday. It’s nearly two. What happened?”

“Got caught up w’ the boys. I lost track o’ time s’ all.”

“Oh, that’s all huh? My birthday didn’t matter much to you then, did it?”

“That ain’t true.”

“Sure it is. If you cared, you’d have been on time. You get with those guys and forget everything.” She pulled him into the room, and looked at him in the light, “And what the hell happened to your chin?”

Daryl instinctively touched his jaw. He must’ve gotten a bruise from the fight.

“You’ve been fighting again?”

“Weren’t much o’ a fight,” he half–laughed, “We got ‘em good.”

She stared at him angrily, “I can’t believe you’re missing the point here.” She wiped tears from her eyes, “I don’t think this is going to work out.”

“What? Y’ breakin’ up w’ me?!”

“Yes, I am.”

“Because m’ late f’ y’ birthday?”

“You just don’t get it. You didn’t show up. You didn’t call. And when you finally do show up you don’t feel one inch of remorse for it all.”

“Said I was sorry, Syb. Don’t be like that.”

“No, you didn’t apologize. You bragged about a fight. I don’t want to be a part of this. I expect more from the man I care about.”

He wiped his eyes, blaming the smoke from the fire, and decided it was time to head back to Alexandria. He’d leave as soon as he finished preparing the meat for Hilltop.

Chapter 8: Camping

Daryl waited a couple weeks for Sybil to cool off after their split.

“You’re better off without her baby brother. Now you ain’t tied down to one woman, you can date any y’all want.”

“Don’t wanna date anyone else. I want Sybil,” he muttered, wiping his greasy hands on a rag. He turned over the engine on his bike, bringing it back to life after its tune-up.

“Well she don’t want nothin’ to do with your sorry ass. She thinks she’s too good for ya! There’s plenty of other bitches that are interested in ya.”

“She ain’t a bitch, Merle. She’s different than them other girls.”

“Ooh, are you in love, pussy?”

“Why am I tellin’ y’ anythin’?” He put his tools away, and said, “Goin’ out f’ a bit.”

“Go on then, run back to that highfalutin’ uptown bitch. She must have some sugar ‘tween her legs to keep ya comin’ back to her.”

He showed up at Save A Lot where Sybil worked. She wasn’t at the cash register, but he found her stocking shelves as he searched the aisles.

“Hey Syb…” he said as he approached. She stopped marking canned goods with the pricing gun and looked in his direction.

“What are you doing here?”

“Came t’ apologize. M’ sorry I was such a dick.”

“Are you? Because I have the feeling that the sort of thing that got you in trouble with me in the first place is going to keep happening.”

“Naw… it ain’t. What can I do t’ make y’ change y’ mind?”

She huffed, “You need to stop fighting. I knew full well you were in a gang when I met you. But I don’t think I realized what that entailed.”

He reached out and touched one of her curls, wrapping it around his finger, “I can stop fightin’.”

“Yeah, right,” She rolled her eyes.

“I can,” he insisted.

“Prove it.”

“I will. Supposed t’ be a lil’ somethin’ on Friday. ‘ll come an’ see y’all instead. Maybe I can help you study…” he leaned his arm against the shelf, keeping close to her, “what d’ ya say?”

“Give me a week to think things over. Stay out of trouble until then. I refuse to have a boyfriend that will probably end up in jail. You’re better than that.”

He screeched to a halt on his bike. Right in the middle of the road. 

“Can’t go back to Alexandria.” He felt a tightness in his chest, “Just can’t. C’mon.” He veered off the road and pushed his bike into some bramble to hide it.

He and Dog made their way deep into the forest around them. He knew the area well. He retreated towards a long winding river that cut through a clearing and set up a little lean-to between two trees and dug out a hole for a campfire. He set up a perimeter and fashioned a spear from a sturdy branch to go fishing. He and Dog ate a fine catch of fish for dinner.

He lay back against a log and stared up through the tree branches as the stars peeked into the holes between the leaves.

Three months later, they were back together. It took him that long to convince Sybil that he was staying out of trouble. He hung with the gang but skipped out when any brouhahas took place. His brother and friends didn’t let him live it down. He took the brunt of their brutal teasing, keeping his focus on what he really wanted, Sybil.

He watched as Sybil tried to figure out the instructions to the tent she’d brought on their first camping trip. It was early Autumn, and the weather was still pretty warm. He snorted, “Don’t need that booklet. Didn’t need no fancy tent neither.”

“I wanted it to be special,” she huffed, “and I can’t make heads or tails of any of this.”

He walked over, grabbed the instructions, and tossed them in the fire.

“Hey!” She laughed, “How do you expect to set up this tent then?”

He set to work, “Syb… pull them ropes your way.” He handed her a spike, “Stick ‘em in the ground…”

He pulled the other side and did the same. He put together the supports inside, assembling the tent in no time. She smiled proudly as she looked at the results.

“I knew you were good for something,” she teased, messing with his short hair.

That night after hot and heavy lovemaking, they went skinny dipping in the river not far from their setup. She shone under the moonlight, her body dancing with the beads of water dripping down her shoulders, over her breasts, and into the water at her waist. Daryl joined her and as they made out she said, “I could stay here forever.”

How he wished he had.

Chapter 9: The Thick of the Woods

Daryl spent weeks wandering the woods. He’d become so silent, he didn’t even need to call Dog, Dog just knew when to come. He’d gone a longer distance with each day, following the river downstream. He’d passed some small makeshift cabins and checked them out. Even spent some nights in one or two of them. He fought Walkers. Trudged through a downpour. Played with Dog in different clearings they happened upon. They lived off fish, rabbits, squirrels, wild yams, and leeks.

(2 Years Later) Sybil and Daryl got an apartment together. They’d been together for well over four years, and things just fell into place. They were happy, content with life. She was in her fourth year of college, she wanted to be a teacher, and Daryl was working for a local garage fixing just about anything with a motor.

“C’mon Syb… y’all get that cute ass in here. ‘ll help y’ study.” Daryl wanted to be as supportive to Sybil as he could. Even when he didn’t understand what he was quizzing her on, he felt proud of his girl for being so smart.

“If I don’t know it by now, I’m never going to know it.”

“C’mon ‘s the hard stuff, Early Childhood Development,” He held up the book, “We’re gonna go over t’ ones highlighted. Y’all got the rest down pat.”

“Okay, okay,” She threw her hands up in the air.

“Listen… ‘s somethin’ y’ really want, right?”

“Yes,” she answered, her eyes locking with his.

“Then y’ gotta put the time in. ‘S been four long years, but ‘s almost over. Don’t give up.” He squeezed her hand gently as he leaned in to kiss her.

“What would I do without you?” She asked, rubbing his scruffy cheek.

“Fail t’ damn test,” he teased, wiggling his eyebrows. They both laughed, “Right. Question one…”

He smiled at the thought, on how she graduated in the top five of her class. He’d liked to have thought he was part of the reason for that, if she wasn’t so smart to begin with. Still, it was some of his favorite time back then, watching her mind work, the way she’d bite her tongue and look at the ceiling while she thought about her answers, and how she loved to be rewarded with kisses.

One evening, just before dusk he heard a scream. Another voice was yelling, “Over here… this way!”

Heavy footfalls, groaning, and growling. Walkers. He followed the sounds and before crashing through the brush, he surveyed the situation. About ten Walkers were surrounding a couple of women and a man. They were fighting the Walkers pretty well, but there were too many. Daryl aimed his crossbow, clipping one Walker in the head about to bite the man’s shoulder. He fell to the ground. Unsure of what happened, the people continued to fight. He unsheathed his two knives, broke through the brush, and took two out, slicing another at the knees. One of the women brought down a knife into its brain. The other woman shoved a Walker into a tree and split its head with a machete. Three more to go. The man was backing up, looking to see if there were any more, turned around, and got one mere moment from attacking him. Daryl wiped the blades on his filthy pants and looked at the people quickly.

“Thank you,” one of the women breathed, “I don’t know if we could’ve made it without your help. Imagine finding another living soul in the woods.”

Daryl nodded as Dog sniffed around for any other threats. The woman with the cleaver was kneeling, cleaning her blade on one of the Walker’s shirts.

“Yes, thank you.” She stood up and turned to face the man, “we wouldn’t have made it.” She brushed an arm across her grimy face and said, “Do we look as bad as you do?” She smiled at the light joke. Daryl did a double-take. He squinted his eyes and studied the woman closely. She wasn’t anything to look at from first glance being road worn and ragged. But he saw those mystifying green eyes he’d never forget.

“S… Sybil?” His voice broke from being quiet for so long. It sounded foreign to him.

“How do you know my name?” She asked, eyeing the stranger. He was caked in mud, grungy from head to toe, long filthy hair pasted to his dirtied face.

“’S me…” was all he could muster taking a step closer. The woman looked deeply into the man’s eyes.

“Syb… ‘s Daryl…” he patted his chest.

“Daryl?” Her eyes widened. With sharp analysis, she determined that under that mess was the man from her past when everything was right in the world. Her throat closed as she stood stone still. The air was so thick, no one spoke, but everyone was bewildered that Sybil could find someone in the middle of nowhere that knew her.

There was movement behind her and a voice, “Mom? Is it safe to come out?”

For Part Two Click Here

[swift-writes]

Yours (Gravik X F!Reader) - NSFW!

Warnings: Smut, Bondage, Unprotected Penetrative Sex, Good Boy Kink, Mummy Kink.

Not Proofread

——————————————————————

“We can’t sleep until the mole is found, Mia!” Gravik was pacing around my room in the compound in only his boxers and a tank top, it was 1:30am. “They’re really starting to get in my nerves, this plan can’t go wrong now.” He ground his teeth together in frustration, digging his nails into his palms and eventually settling in a chair, spreading his legs wide.

I was nervous, it was hard to pin the blame on someone else when I was the mole myself, I’m lucky that Gravik trusts me for now. “I’m sure it was Pagon, you saw how much he was trying to deter your plans.” I stood up, and walked towards him in the chair. I knelt down and rubbed my hands up and down his thighs, hoping to distract him from his investigation.

“It seems to easy don’t you think, the mole wouldn’t reveal themself like that infront of everyone, he was my 2nd in command and clearly wanted to embarrass me infront of everyone else.” He was clearly angry now, his Welsh accent was growing thicker and I could hear the saliva sloshing with his words.

“Well you can’t find the mole if you aren’t well rested can you?” I slid my finger up the leg of his boxers, slightly teasing the underside of his balls. He grunted and weakly thrusted his hips.

“What’re you doing Mia?” He was staring directly into my eyes, clearly trying not to show his desperation and pleasure.

“Just some stress relief, do you not like it.” I advanced further, sliding my hand until my wrist rested on his inner thigh and my fist was secured tightly round his shaft.

“I- No, it’s great.” He thrusted his hips harder this time, his length sliding through my fingers, leaving my hands rested against his crotch.

“Do you want me to keep going, I can take charge if you want.” I smirked, not just because my plan was working but because I was finally doing what I wanted to with Gravik.

“Yes, God please. Just make me feel like this, keep making me feel good.” I almost lost control as the pleasure dragged raspy whimpers from his throat, making my core increasingly wet.

“Get on the bed then big boy, let me help you out.” He obeyed immediately, peeling off his tank top and following with his tight boxers. He climbed onto the bed on his knees and I couldn’t resist to keep my hands off him: I slide my hands down his flexed, muscular back and squeezed his ass, almost kneading it’s softness in my hand. His whimpers were causing an eargasm I didn’t know I needed.

Once he was laid down, I reached for some rope I had nearby from one of my training sessions and commanded him to put his hands together on the bar that served as my headboard. I tied his hands to it and did the same to his legs at the bottom of the bed.

His hips were thrusting into the air, his body desperate for my touch as he squirmed against his restraints. I grasped his cock lightly in my fist, straddling his thighs to stop his hips moving. “Is this mine?” I asked, teasing him as I swiped my thumb over the tip and lightly squeezed him.

He was struggling against his binds, panting and gasping for breath. “Yes, yes. It’s yours, all yours.” His tongue slipped from his mouth, letting him pull in some needed air.

“Mmmmm, good. I like the sound of that.” I stripped my clothes and leant down, pressing my body against his legs before taking his tip into my my mouth and sucking hard, as if I was trying to milk everything from his balls.

I could tell the ropes were going to mark him, he was struggling hard, forced to submit to the pleasure he was feeling. “Ughhh.” He let out a gargled groan as I inhaled the rest of his cock until his balls rested against my chin and my nose mashed itself against his tickling happy trail. His unholy noises only served as fuel to my lustful fire and I bobbed my head, willingly choking myself on his meat as I pushed Gravik’s body to the edge.

His body was slowing its struggles but his voice was making noises I didn’t think a skrull could make. When he was audibly near his peak, I pulled off, giving one last teasing lick to his tip before letting him struggle.

“Please… please. I need to come, don’t leave me on the edge.” He arched his back and groaned, trying to rut against the air.

“You need to prove that your going to be a good boy for me, how are you going to do that?” I slightly slid up his body, grasping his cock and slapping it against my soaked folds. He whimpered and quietly mumbled an answer. “Can you repeat that baby?” I know that he’s asking me to ride his cock but I decided to string him along a bit more. “One more time baby, mummy can’t hear you.” As he began to quiver his lips in speech, I slide the rest of the way up his body, feeling his abs grind against my vagina and his pecs slap softly against my thighs. I then slid on to his face before he could finish his speech and slotted my hips against his face, letting his lips finish their movements against my own lewd ones.

“Ughhhh, I think this is definitely going to prove it. Don’t you?” I ground my hips against his face, muffling his mumbles and letting all the vibrations add to my own pleasure. His tongue was lapping at me hard, desperate to get drunk on my juices. I pulled off before he could get too much of a taste and noticed his arms desperately trying to pull free in an attempt to hold me against his face.

I chuckled, tracing my fingertip over his heaving chest and straining abs as he tried to regain his breath. I reached up with my other hand and slid my thumb between his lips, using my other fingers to the wipe the mess from around his mouth. “I think you’ve proved yourself, haven’t you?” He enthusiastically nodded, not daring to move his lips from my thumb.

I slid myself back down his body, straddling his hips and lightly stroking his erection over my slick folds. His mouth was quivering from the sensation, not struggling anymore in an attempt to appear compliant. His eyes were glossy and desperate, my slow strokes increasing his urgency to release. “Please mummy.” I chuckled, not because I’d managed to get him off my scent in his investigation, but because I had him whimpering and submissive underneath me.

The seductive noises combined with the pretty movements of his chest and tensing thighs and my urgency for him eventually grew over my need to tease him. I lined myself up above his crotch and slowly slid onto him, feeling the stretch from his girth, despite the slick that had formed in my walls. I groaned as he whimpered and leant down, pressing my face into his glistening chest, the smell of sweat and musk filling my nose.

His length pushed deeper inside me than anything I had used or people I had had before. It slid onto my sweet spot, pressing deeply before slightly passing it. I whimpered feebly, gnawing on the soft skin of his pectorals and licking the hard nipples. I weakly lifted my hips before pushing them back down, my energy already spent even though Gravik had only been inside me for 30 seconds.

I screamed suddenly when Gravik changed his skin to a skrull, expanding his cock inside me and breaking his binds before turning back to his disguise. I whimpered against his chest, my walls clamped down on his cock as he used his hands to grip my ass, thrusting up roughly. I screamed and gagged as if my throat was choking on him again. I was loud enough that multiple people in the compound must have woken up.

“GRAVIK!” I screamed, clawing at his arms and chest for stability. He swapped our positions and I was placed on my back, my legs swung over the hunk above me’s shoulders. His thrusts were fast, rough and unforgiving, making me jealous of all the skrulls that had a better chance of being with him forever. I reached up, my whole arm shaking as the bed rocked loudly against the wall, and pulled his face towards mine, his chest to my breasts.

He smirked like a lustful demon and pushed his panting tongue between my waiting lips. The kiss was harsh and unrelenting, our lips slobbering over the other person’s as his chiselled v line collided roughly with my hips. He pulled off, licking his lips deliciously before growling and pushing himself faster for the final stretch.

The bed was smashing against the wall now, chipping the wooden parts and clanging the metal parts. There were a few knocks on the door, asking if I was ok. Gravik replied for me, “JUST ONE FUCKING MINUTE.” He screamed at the door, never taking his diluted eyes of my wide ones as he pounded me deeper into the mattress. My voice box couldn’t muster a scream loud enough to vocalise my pleasure. I was forced to claw at his sculpted body or pull him further into my with my legs around his hips.

5 minutes later, my eyes were dropping as exhaustion flooded over me, my whole core overstimulated from every inch of Gravik’s cock. He, on the other hand, was livelier than ever, forcing each thrust deeper and harder than the last. Over our sexual din, I could hear murmurs outside the door, women giggling over the thought of Gravik and men reprimanding their leader. The man above me paid no attention as his hips began to stutter and his throat gargled. He pressed a kiss to my lips, not pulling off as his dick swelled inside me, pushing as deep as he could, his balls drew up against my ass and he filled my pussy with his thick, milky seed.

I whimpered as he instantly pulled out, slipped on his boxers and tugged open the door. “What!” He commanded, his Welsh accent making me twitch on the bed hysterically. The people outside stuttered as they stared at his almost-naked body, the fresh scratches all over his torso and arms, his shaking thighs, soaked beard, swollen lips and half erect cock in his boxers. The silence was deafening, no one had a word to say so he slammed the door and joined me in bed again, removing his boxers to hold me as intimately and freely as possible.

I curled up against his chest in a foetal position, purring against his body. “Your mine aren’t you baby, my little mole forever.”

I didn’t even care that he knew, I had just been ruined by him and nothing else mattered. “Yes I’m yours.”

——————————————————————

Thanks for reading <3

Requests are open :)

[tamtam-go92]

Loki: So how is it, having such a horrible green thing in your house? Lazlo: Loki, you can't say stuff like that around here. You know my sisters are green and my nephew is green and now my niece is green. They are people like you and I. Winona is a baby like any other. Johnny was a baby like any other, I don't think they develop differntly form us. Loki: Circe would kill me if I got myself alien pregnant. I'm always very careful when stargazing at night. You know, we decided to not have kids. With our risky jobs it's probably better that way. Johnny, Pascal and Vidcund thinking: Why is this idiot even here?

[grimbunnies]

Christine: “You must remind her to set a timer. Exactly two minutes. No more! It will burn! To ash!”

Jennifer: “Of course, Mrs. Campbell. Whatever you say.”

Christine: “Don’t condescend to me, girl! I know what I’m talking about! I know better than you!”

Jennifer: “I’m so sorry! I tripped. Let me get you a—”

Christine: “She tried to kill me! Help! Help!”

Jennifer: “Please, Mrs. Campbell...”

Olive: “Hm.”

Mike: “I’ll take care of Mrs. Campbell. None of my deputies will be hassling you about ‘attempted murder,’ I can promise you that. By the way, thank you for the fine service.” 

Jennifer: “Thanks, Sherriff. See you around?”

Linda: She needs a guiding hand...

[moveobjectsoff]

General Buzz makes sure he trains Tank at any chance he gets!

[sanaserena]

Oddly enough, today it's spotlight Killer. I was just rereading bits my fanfic (A Pair of Reds) and remembered how much fun it was to write Killer as Kid's best friend and no.1 sidekick/wingman! AND then I remembered I do have a tumblr. So, snippets of Killer being Kid's absolute best friend below showing up in different parts of that fic 👇🏼. Just note, the fic was originally told from reader pov and also Ace's pov, so the snippets are mainly from the reader's pov.

~♥~♦~♠~♣~♥~♦~♠~♣~♥~♦~♠~♣~♥~♦~♠~♣~♥~♦~♠~♣~♥~♦~♠~♣~♥~♦~♠~♣~

"Killer appears" snippets from my modern (sports - lacrosse) au fic, A Pair of Reds, over on AO3 (former Portgas D. Ace X reader pairing; Eustass Kid X reader endgame)

~♥~♦~♠~♣~♥~♦~♠~♣~♥~♦~♠~♣~♥~♦~♠~♣~♥~♦~♠~♣~♥~♦~♠~♣~♥~♦~♠~♣~

“ZORO THAT’S THE WRONG GOAL!”  someone screamed. 

At one point both Zoro and Killer yelled, “Captain, now is not the time to be measuring the size of your sticks!  They’re the same bloody size!”  

Ace facepalmed.  The Kid Crew should have been having an easier time against the Strawhats, but as history showed, it was never easy playing against Luffy. Ever.

By the time the match ended.  You were on your feet cheering for the barely won victory, along with the rest of the crowd. 

Both teams were exhausted.  Kid looked like he couldn’t believe he lost – again – to the Strawhats.  That it was up to Killer to shake Zoro’s hand.  Luffy would have done it if he wasn’t so busy jumping up and down, cheering with the crowd. 

~♥~♦~♠~♣~

What you least expected as you recovered in this…shop, was the guy currently looking at you with a brow raised that said you’re blocking the door.

Shit! Of all places you had decided to hide, you’d picked an auto parts store.  You wanted to sink into the ground and disappear.  Instead, you lifted your defences, and remembering Zoro’s oddness this morning, you pointed at Eustass Kid, and said, “Don’t you start acting nice to me Kid!”

Then you yanked the door open and when it was clear of Zoro, you left. 

You didn’t see Killer walking round the aisle. Nor did you hear him asking Kid who had just been talking. 

You didn’t hear Kid snapping, “Who the fuck knows what’s wrong with her today.  It’s like yesterday never happened.”

And you didn’t hear Killer say, “Something happened yesterday?”

You were already down the street, but if you had heard it, you might have wondered why Kid sounded more annoyed than usual.

~♥~♦~♠~♣~

“It was Ace’s.  This is my apology,” you said, sounding sorry enough that you’d caused his drink to spill over him.  And it seemed for something else Ace didn’t understand.

But this wasn’t what stopped the conversation.  It was what Killer said while you explained to Kid.

“Spaghetti Aglio Olio, if possible,” Killer said to Sanji.

Those three little words silenced the room.  Even the Heart crew, though they didn’t get the reference.  If the music wasn’t blasting as loudly as it was, a pin dropping would sound loud in the silence.

“You want peppers with that?” said Sanji icily. 

Killer blinked and seemed to hesitate.  “No?”

Kid was halfway pulling on the tank top when he noticed the chilly exchange.  And more importantly when he saw you frozen in front of him.

Looking puzzled Kid said, “Is something wrong?”

The ice that coated you thickly seemed to crack at the sound of his voice.  “Nothing,” you said weakly, grabbing up his soaked top, and walked out the room for a second time, telling Luffy that you were going to borrow his machine.

“I have a machine?”  Luffy said, oblivious to the moment.

“You only noticed this now?”  Nami, Usopp, and Franky exclaimed, smashing the ice and silence to pieces. 

Zoro grunted, though his brow was furrowed.  “Bad day to order Aglio Olio, Hitokiri,” he said to Killer.

Killer just looked baffled, and guilty without understanding why. 

~♥~♦~♠~♣~

The garage was open but no one was manning the reception.  So you rang the bell twice, aware of just one guy sitting in the waiting room.  He looked mildly familiar with his moustache and beard.  If you really thought about it, you might have recognised him.  Killer, however, came in at that moment, at around the same time Wire walked in from the back.

They both greeted you at the same time.

“Hey,” you said, then pointed to Killer.  “It’s okay, I’ll talk to this guy.”

“An unexpected face.”  Killer shucked his helmet, shaking his blonde hair loose.  “Looking for Kid?”

You startled at that, flustered because you’re not sure how to deal with Killer’s spot-on question.   You rubbed the back of your neck, hoping to stem the flush on your cheeks.  “H-how did you know?  I me-mean…”

Killer just looked at you pointedly.

Not willing really to let him get away with it entirely, or get away with thinking he thought he knew you better than you knew yourself, you folded your arms across your chest.  “Maybe,” you said firmly.  “I came to see you Killer.”

It was Killer’s turn to gain a reddish flush in his ears.  “You’re not serious?  Kid wou—” he blanched, and snapped his mouth shut immediately.

“Kid?”  you said.  What had Kid to do with this?  And why did Killer make it sound like it was absolutely impossible for you to come to say hi to him.  You considered Killer a little more than an acquaintance.  Particularly since of the pair, it was usually Killer who talked to you. 

~♥~♦~♠~♣~

“Here,” you said, holding out a pair of new socks, not exactly the same the ones you’d gotten from Kid the other day.  “Kid took a packet from your stash the other day, and I thought I should replace it as my thanks.”

Killer stared for a moment, a hand half raked through his hair.  “Wow, okay.  I’ll admit I didn’t know it was you, so thank you.”  He took them from you, paused, and then flapped the pair in your direction.  “Kid didn’t even tell me.  You know, he let me look around the last few days for where my spare pair went.  Since I’ve been partly annoyed at him, I’ll tell you where he is.”

You raised a brow.  “I was hoping to just leave the top with you.”

“And risk me using it as cleaning cloth?”  Killer grinned darkly.

He had a point. 

“Besides,” said Killer.  “I’ve got this impression that seeing you today might ruin his day.”

“W-what?” you choked, unexpecting that.  “What is that supposed to mean?  Killer!  Are you sending me into the lion’s den on purpose?”

“Lion’s den implies a prey within the predator’s lair.  Kid is unfortunately, in this case, neither predator nor in his lair.  You’ll be fine!  And while you’re there, ask about your car.”

“Your confidence in me is overwhelming,” you said dryly, much to Killer’s amusement.

~♥~♦~♠~♣~

You pulled into South Blue Mechanic shortly after, much to the surprise of Killer, who had been handling a customer at the time.  On the back of Kid’s bike, you caught a glimpse of Killer gaping at the sight, and coins spilling out of the customer’s hand.

As you hopped off the bike, you grinned, and asked Killer, “Did you get my complaints?”

“Yes, and they were nasty!”  He held his fist out for a bump, and randomly dumped fallen coins into the customer’s hand.  The customer grumbled, not that Killer noticed nor seemed to care. 

“Serves you right,” you said grinning.

Kid grunted when he walked past you two, but not without pressing a hand to your back and saying, “Aren’t we here for your car?”  He pushed you forward, to your bewilderment. 

“Uh, yeah…” you said with an apologetic look in Killer’s direction.  The guy merely blinked and shook his head.

~♥~♦~♠~♣~

Looking for Killer wasn’t a terrible chore.  Although he’d moved away from the workroom to the front room again, to deal with another customer, he spotted you before you spotted him.  He greeted you by asking where Kid was, and when you told him, he guffawed.  Not, that you understood what was so funny.  When you said so, he patted you on the back as if you were the poor soul, and said he’d order some food.  You hung around with Killer for a little while as he made the order, adding your choices when you selected them.  And then you waited around until the order came in. 

~♥~♦~♠~♣~

When Kid was done, he tossed the rubbish into the bin, and washed his face when you pointed out that he had oil all over him. 

“Fuck!” he’d said, and you’d waited until he was done before you both returned to the floor.  He shut your bonnet with a bang, and then gestured for you to go pay while he drove the car out.

Killer was incredibly amused when he saw you.  It looked like he was refraining something, and no amount of prodding got him to spill as he sorted out your bill.  You wrote it off as some insider joke and asked if it was anything that mocked you.

“Nah, it’s Kid I’m laughing at,” he said, reassuring you.

That was a relief.  “Then amuse away.”

~♥~♦~♠~♣~

“You’re always welcome to stop by the shop after.  It’s not like Kid has a life.”

You raised your brow, turning back to him while clicking through the windows on the computer screen.  “Kid, no life?  That doesn’t sound like him at all.”  The phone rang and with Lola busy with the next patient, you picked it up.

“Only when it comes to you,” Killer said, halting the greeting that was already halfway out of your mouth.  You stumbled over what you needed to say, somehow muscle memory kicked in and you finish the greeting just as your eyes darted back to Killer in surprise.   “Yup, that’s exactly it,” he said, as if he knew what you were thinking in that moment, as if he knew you were drawing your own wild conclusions about those six little words and they were exactly what he meant.  It sounded as if Killer was saying that Kid liked you.  Like more than friends.  You weren’t even at the friends stage yet!

~♥~♦~♠~♣~

Killer grinned.  “Because you asked me for a favour.  Figured I’d help you out.”

A wild kind of flush washed over you.  You felt hot and not unhappy at the thought of what Killer implied. 

Heat came out then, bandaged up tightly, looking as though he hadn’t just been bleeding out.  He was complimenting the nurse in a slightly nasally tone.  She was neither the youngest of women, nor the prettiest, but she was in fact, one of the nicest.  And Heat had a slightly pink tinge to his cheeks that said he was just a little infatuated.  He wouldn’t be the first.

“Killer!” you hissed, as the guy exchanged a handshake with his friend.

“I’ll make sure he gets this,” Killer grinned, patting his chest as he retreated backwards out of the medical centre with his mate.

“Killer!” you hissed again, jumping to your feet.  “Get back here!”

You were suddenly uneasy about asking Killer for the favour, and about the souvenir, and about everything in general, and wanted to take it back in that moment. 

“Sorry,” he called from the doorway.  “Gotta head back to work or Kid will flay us alive.”

~♥~♦~♠~♣~

It was probably in his favour that Killer came skidding out of the garage then, running into you.  His hands caught your shoulders, with a muttered apology, though he focussed only on his friend.

“Kid, Apoo is here saying that you’re going to look at his car?”  he demanded over your head, releasing your shoulders. 

“I did,” said Kid, though he looked annoyed.   

“Thought you swore never to waste energy arguing with Apoo again over his car,” said Killer.

Kid shrugged, his grin vicious.  “He says it’s urgent.  And he’ll pay anything.  If it’s that urgent, I get to charge whatever the fuck I want.”

“Come on Kid!” Apoo yelled from the inside of the mechanic, having spotted Kid at the entrance.  He waved his arms. 

Both Kid and Killer grimaced.  Killer patted Kid on the shoulder, commiserating with him on his decision.  “Hope it’s worth it,” he said. 

“Damn right it better be,” Kid replied.  He glanced at you one more time, and though he looked like he wanted to say something, Apoo yelled for him again.  Kid scowled, yelling back, “I’m coming, quit yelling.”

“You won’t be late for the game later?”  Killer asked.

“You’re going to the game later?” you asked, surprised.  Then you frowned.  Of course, he said before he would.  And he was as much of a lacrosse fan as he was a player.  But, a glance deeper into the garage said that he looked really busy.

Kid blinked, and for some reason his flush had come back but only around his collar.  Killer noticed you then too. 

Killer’s eyes widened.  “You’re here?  Why are you here?” 

“Isn’t that a little too rude?” You raised a brow, more amused than you should be. 

Killer looked between you and Kid, and his mouth stretched into a grin that put your guard up high.  Nothing good had come from Killer’s grins lately. 

“Go away Killer,” scowled Kid.  “Tell that asshole I’ll be there.”

If Killer was going to disagree, one look at Kid’s face said otherwise.  You got the distinct feeling that Killer was raising his brows under his fringe. 

“Fine,” Killer relented.  “See ya later,” he said to you, as he went back inside, hollering at Apoo to “Get away from that toolbox!”

~♥~♦~♠~♣~

Kid was at the back, half hidden by the bonnet of the car, illuminated by the light above.  The rest of the garage was empty.  A door opened, and Killer stepped in, though he stilled.  Unlike Kid, he caught sight of you immediately.  He mumbled an excuse and tripped back out the back door, slamming it behind him.

“Killer?” Kid called.  The guy peeked around the bonnet, looking confused when he found no one at the door.

He glanced backwards out of habit, to check if maybe he had the wrong door.  And Ace was satisfied to see surprise plaster itself on Kid’s face.

Sabo had made himself scarce off to the side. 

“Hey Kid,” you said.

“What are you doing here?”  Kid grumbled, though he was blushing somewhat now. 

~♥~♦~♠~♣~♥~♦~♠~♣~♥~♦~♠~♣~♥~♦~♠~♣~♥~♦~♠~♣~♥~♦~♠~♣~♥~♦~♠~♣~

[dystopianam]

In ROUND 1 you have to choose your favorite sim of the family in the poll. You DO NOT have to vote who to eliminate but choose your favorite!

To check the status of all the rounds, see who won the previous ones, who was eliminated and which polls are currently active, go HERE.

Please reblog for increase the chance of getting more votes!

[x-fantasy-is-my-reality-x]

Friday the 13th Oneshots: Michael x Jason

Chapter 1: Handful

There was one thing that Michael began to notice since his cohabitation with Jason. The man was built like a tank. Large, firm pecs, bulging biceps, and a round, shapely ass. Well, it was more than that. It was, as he heard from joking teenagers, "thicc". He shivered in revulsion at using horny teenage lingo, he preferred never to stoop as low as those degenerates, but in this case he had no other words better suited to this situation.

It almost seemed that Jason was teasing him, bending forward at the waist to check his traps. But Michael knew that Jason was too naive and too innocent to do such a thing. The man didn't know he was a walking hunk. Michael let out a low growl of frustration, palming angrily at the large kitchen knife clasped in his right hand.

Jason straightened, shooting him a curious look and tilted his head in a silent question: 'What's wrong?'

Michael huffed and looked away. Jason would have rolled his eyes if he could, he had known the Boogeyman long enough to know that there was no point in trying to get anything out of him if he was in a rotten mood.

Still, Michael continued to follow the larger man as he checked his traps and patrolled his borders for intruders. Jason had quickly become accustomed to Michael's constant presence. The intense staring, on the other hand, was a bit harder to swallow. Jason didn't particularly care if Michael wanted to follow him to the shower, but it was a bit hard to focus when Michael stood six feet away and attempted to burn holes through his naked body. The townsmen thought Jason was a creep but he was nothing compared to Michael, Jason thought in amusement.

Michael, true to his reputation, was busy doing what he did best. Watching. Some people were born into the world with more than others. Jason was clearly one of these people. Or to be more precise, his backside was. Watching the hockey-masked killer striding around in those beige, form-fitting work pants damn near drove Michael insane.

Jason, ever oblivious to his own charm, got down on all fours to yank a crawfish cage out of the muddy lake bank. His pants were pulled taunt on the two, shapely cheeks. Michael immediately seized the opportunity to grab a handful of Jason's ass, and gave it a hard squeeze. It was much softer and malleable than Michael imagined, but he didn't have much time to admire it before Jason abruptly stood up and grunted indignantly with a hand on his machete.

Michael had already disappeared off into the woods by the time he turned around, bidding his time to strike again.