#was workin just fine when i left for work

[undeadbutch]

guess whose fridge is out of commission :D

[luvlyycy]

⋆｡° ✮ : you've lived in this boring town forever. and your love life was just as boring— all of a sudden a new [HOT] boy moves in next door— who's to say this won't change everything?

⋆｡° ✮ : neighbor!phainon is here and he is here to stay yall. this is part one of a mini series i have planned >:3c (fic name from call me maybe by carly rae jepsen)

⋆｡° ✮ : cw;; no explicit smut, just very suggestive, some minor cursing.

Ever since you moved to this town, it’s been the same stuff. The same people. It’s a small town, houses all pushed together with their own yards. Luckily, nobody was in anyone’s business; they all stayed in their own lanes. Even though there were no rumors or loud neighbors to be wary of, you all knew of each other.

Everything was normal and boring until you spotted that U-Haul truck next door. Your fingers hold open the blinds as you peek through. That’s when you spot him, your new neighbor in all his sweaty glory.

His white hair is messy as it sticks to his forehead, his forearms bulging as he picks up the heavy box, jaw tight. Your mouth gapes as you watch his eyes wince— those beautiful blue eyes enchanting you. Thick veins run down his arms as he carries the box into his house. The tight white tank top that stretched over his sweaty pecs was now nearly translucent. It drives you against the wall.

“What the fuck..” you whisper to yourself, feeling the heat rush up your back and causing all the blood to rush to your face. This may have been a bit creepy or stalker-ish to watch your new neighbor move all the stuff into his house, but you couldn’t help it! He was just so… fine.

After a few long, agonizing minutes, you decide maybe he needs some cold water. Or a snack? You definitely weren’t making excuses to meet him, or see his body up close, or see those blue eyes stare back into your own.

You grab a cold bottle of water from the fridge, along with some chips you had left over before trudging your way to your door. You open it, and the heat hits you in the face. The nerves set in too late as you stand in front of his door, your lips pursed into a thin line, you raise your hand to knock—knock, knock, knock!

“Coming!”

God, he sounds like a supermodel. You make a mental reminder to thank god for this guy’s parents because goddamn did they do a good deed.

The door swings open before you can spiral anymore, his hand on the door frame as he leans forward, breathing heavily.

“Hey, something you need?”

You suck in air, nearly gasping for it as you hold the bottle and chips up, “Hi, I, um, I live next door and I saw you moving your stuff in,” totally not creepy, “so I decided to get you a snack and some water.”

He looks delightfully surprised, “God, thanks. I needed this. I just plugged my fridge in, so it isn’t cold enough to use yet.” he grins, taking the bottle and the chips.

You watch closely as he pops open the bottle, hooks his lips on it, and gulps it down. You watch each bob of his throat, the way a few loose drops slink down the corner of his lips and roll down his neck. He pulls away with a soft breath of air, his lips glistening.

He turns back to you with a smile, “You’re a lifesaver,” he laughs out, “I’m Phainon, by the way.”

Phainon. God’s gift to earth, Phainon.

You tell him your name and he nods, “Cute name.” You both stare for a second before he clears his throat, “Well, I should get back to work. I gotta bring this AC in before I melt.”

You laugh, your hands fidgeting as you take a few steps to the side, watching him step out from his house and walk to the U-Haul parked in his driveway, “Hope the water helps out a little!”

He sets down the bottle and the chips in the back of the truck before turning to you, his blue eyes glistening as he calls out, “Oh yeah! It’s helping already!”

“Well, bye! I’ll see you around!” you say back.

“Yeah! You’ll see me a lot since I’m always home, either that or workin’!” he replies.

You see his body glisten in the sun as he tucks his fingers underneath his shirt, peeling it off his skin and over his head, tossing it into the grass before stretching out his neck and shoulders.

You turn quickly and practically run into your house. Despite the air conditioner being on, the cool breeze does little to nothing at calming your heated body down. You breathe heavily as you lean against the door, your heart pounding in your chest.

This is going to be a long, long, looooonnnggg, summer.

Every day, you see him, either getting into his car or doing some yard work. Now and then, you guys bump into each other, making up small talk about whatever comes to mind.

These recent nights have been agonizing. It’s like he’s tormenting you with his body. His bedroom window is straight across from yours, and even though he has curtains— he never closes them.

You aren’t complaining, honestly. It’s just getting kind of hard to focus throughout the day, knowing you’re probably going to see your sexy neighbor getting dressed tonight.

And you’re right.

He is getting dressed— or more so, undressed. You watch as he lifts his shirt up over his head, shaking his hair side to side to seemingly make it more comfortable. You can’t see, but he unbuckles his belt, his head leaning down to watch his hands. To you, it looks a bit more suggestive than that, your lips pursed in a thin line as heat crawls up your back.

He tosses his shirt onto a chair that’s in front of a gaming PC, before tossing his belt onto the chair as well. Your heart jumps quickly as he turns to the window, it seems to be only for a glance, but you swear he looks right at you. You chalk it up to overthinking. Phainon walks out of view, and suddenly you’re able to breathe again.

You slowly turn around and crawl into your bed. You weren’t planning on ever getting a summer crush or something cliche like that. But here you are, lying in your bed, snuggled against your comforter in the dark with the soft hum of the AC in the back as you breathe heavily. You feel your heart in your throat, and the only thing on your mind is him.

Your stupid neighbor. Your stupidly handsome and oddly sexy neighbor. Phainon. You groan and stuff your face into a pillow. Your hands squeeze your pillow with so much vigor, you’re shocked it doesn’t rip.

It’s just a crush, a silly crush. It has to be.

You fall asleep thinking that, and you dream of him. It’s an odd dream, really, you dream that Phainon is looking down at you with a lopsided grin—

“Time to get to work, huh?” he reaches down with garden gloves and wraps his hand around you, ripping you out from the ground before setting you beside him in a barrel. You saw his veins bulge, his muscles tense as he ripped you out with a sharp groan.

Your body shudders as you wake, eyes wide and drool soaking your pillow.

Yes, you dreamt that you were a weed, and he was ripping you from the soil. Did you feel ashamed? Yes. Did you like it? Also yes. Not your finest moment, but hey, sexy neighbors make everyone act weird.

The day drags out longer than you ever wanted it to, the dream haunting you throughout the day as well. You sit on the porch after running some errands, a drink in your hand with a cupcake on your lap.

The sun is beating down as you sip your drink, eyes watching the cars drive by. You spot Phainon’s car pulling into his driveway, silently cursing yourself.

He steps out of the car and shuts the door behind him. He looks mad, his eyebrows are knitted tightly together, and his jaw is tight as he makes his way into his house, shutting the door behind him with a loud thump.

You take a bite of your cupcake. Worry seeps into your veins, wondering what could have made the sweetest boy you know upset. You’ve never seen him angry prior to this, maybe frustrated when a dog would soil his lawn, but never angry.

You see him exit his house again, phone in hand, as he takes quick steps down the stairs. He stops for a second to look down at his phone, a soft curse exiting his lips as he does.

“You okay?” you call out warily. His head perks up in your direction, similar to a dog.

His face eases as soon as he sees you, “Yeah, I’m fine. Stupid dude at my job broke something and I gotta fix it.”

“Ohhh. Are you like, a handyman?” you giggle out.

He laughs, stuffing his phone into his pocket, “Actually, yeah. Kinda. I mow lawns and stuff, take out their weeds and install those uhh, like—” he snaps his fingers for a second, looking down. He remembers as he looks up with a smile, “Landscape edgings!”

“Wow,” you look surprised, “How much does it cost? My lawn is a mess, actually.”

He laughs, “I don’t think it’s that bad. It costs like three or ten per foot, but for you, I’d do it for free.”

Oh. Oh.

“No payment needed except your time.”

Stupid, Phainon.

“Cool, just call me or something when you can do it.” you manage out, despite the feeling of your heart jumping into your throat. He steps closer to your porch, carefully leaning on it underneath the wooden railing.

“How can I call you?”

“Oh, sorry,” you speak out, the embarrassment sinking into your veins as you reach for his phone. He puts it into your phone, his fingertips grazing yours for a moment before you grab hold of his phone.

You enter your number into his phone before giving it back to him: “Here’s my number, call me whenever needed.”

“Awesome. I will be calling you every day from now on because all the friends I have are men.” he laughs out and you laugh along with him, “That must suck.” you respond as he retreats back to his car.

“It does suck! They are all so dramatic, too,” he huffs as he slips into his car, rolling down his window, leaning over to say one more thing, “I’ll call you later! At work, maybe. I don’t know! But make sure to pick up.”

“I will!”

At least now he has your number.

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[sweetimpurity]

ੈ✩‧₊˚ day 21!! I can't believe there's only ten days left until halloween! eek! I'm so excited to write some Christmas miggy after this. too soon? wc: 1.4k ੈ✩‧₊˚

“I’m in here!” He calls out from deep in the lab. The place practically pitch black but his eyes still pick up everything in the room. His sensitive vision not dampened in the slightest. Removing a few things off his desk before you come in, hiding them in a bin under the workbench. Then going back to mixing the chemicals and compounds he’s been working on. A bright pink glowing substance in vials and pipettes. Eyes flicking up to see you walk in. 

“There you are…” You sigh, walking deeper into where he’s sitting. Seeing him there working on something new as always. “Whatcha doin?” You hum, pulling out a seat next to him and sitting down, looking over his gloved hands as he’s working. 

“Just workin’...” He says with a small smile your way. Not knowing exactly why you came in here. Sometimes you just do that. When you have a break from missions or even on your days off. Just to be near him, he thinks. Not that you consciously make the choice, you just subconsciously search for him all the time. “How did this morning go?” He asks softly, turning dials and working on whatever substance he’s making. 

“It was good… got the Vulture variant back to his dimension… no one was hurt.” You nod. Leaning your elbows on the table and watching him work. Your eyes flicking over the vials and liquids around the desk. 

“That’s good…” He hums, standing up from his seat, sneaking a kiss on your cheek before he walks over to the boxes and dials on the wall. You have no idea what he’s doing but he’s on a mission of some kind. Pumping something into something else and it bubbles up in the glass container. Sparkling pink and neon.

It’s quiet and relaxing here. Especially after the loud, fast mission you endured this morning. Just watching him work. Like nothing could disturb this moment. You sigh, basking in the quiet and calm, tapping your fingernails on the metal workbench. Before hissss!

A small splash of the bubbling liquid spurts from the canister, sprinkling on the desk and glowing. One drop hitting your hand, making you flinch. It’s not too hot actually. The boiling point must be pretty low, but it tingles. Miguel’s eyes blow wide, turning to you once he hears you gasp. 

“Shit- come here” He rushes over, clearly it’s serious. Holding onto your arms and ushering you over to the sink. Shoving your hands under the water and the cold liquid chills your fingers. His chest pressed to your back, dunking your hands under the water, holding your smaller hands in his bigger ones and rubbing his thumbs over the backs. 

“Sorry- I should’ve had you put gloves on if you were gonna be in here” He sighs, shaking his head. Squeezing your hands gently and checking the backs to see if there’s a welt or burn. But there’s nothing. That makes it worse actually though. 

“It doesn’t hurt… what was that?” You ask, stepping back and letting him squeeze your hands in a towel to dry them. His eyes are constantly looking down at your skin, checking the backs of your hands, the fronts. He doesn’t answer your question though. 

“Uh h-how do you feel?” He looks up at you. Looking in your eyes. Almost like he’s charting down your every move in a log in his mind. “I feel fine…” 

He discards the towel, holding your arms gently and looking up and down them, running his thumbs over the joints of your elbows. Looking at the veins in your arms. Specifically the arm where your hand got splashed. “Shit.” He huffs, his eyes catching the faint pink vein marks on your arms as whatever that was creeps up your arm, getting into your system. 

“What? What is it?” You ask again. Not liking that he’s not answering. 

“Here just sit down, you’re gonna be okay, baby…” He says. Holding your arm gently and leading you over to where you were sitting before. And he turns off all the equipment he was using. The bubbling stops, the pressure gauges going back to zero. “It’s not gonna hurt you…” He says, trying to calm you down. Cursing himself for being careless and letting this happen. He taps on his watch, the doors of the lab closing and locking. Adding to your unease.

“How do you feel now?” He asks, a sheepish look on his face. Sitting down in front of you and holding your hands. Your eyes narrow at him. Not answering this time. “What’s gonna happen to me?” You glare at him. 

“You just- um… here.” He sighs, letting go of your hands, messing with the small vial of pink solution. Pipetting a few drops out and dropping one on the back of his hand too. A little fizzle follows as the solution immediately absorbs into his skin just like it did on you. “Miguel!” You exclaim, eyes widening. 

“It’s okay… I suppose now is a good time to test it anyway…” 

“Test what?”

“Your Christmas present… birthday present, I don’t know… I made it for you. It was supposed to be a surprise so… surprise?” He says, grabbing your hands again. That guilty look on his face again. Looking at you through his big lenses and hoping you don’t get angry. 

His eyes seem to pierce into you. Like straight heat. Or maybe you’re just noticing how hot you’ve become. Like your spidersuit is made of fire clinging to your skin. Your face feels flushed and warm. Adjusting yourself on the lab stool and gasping, your clit buzzing like it’s awoken when it rubs over the edge of the metal. So bad that you feel the need to pull your thighs together, wincing at the shock of pleasure. But it’s not enough. Looking up at him now. Knowing exactly what he’s done. An aphrodisiac of sorts? Your horny little geek. 

…

“Ma-ahhHHnghhh!!” You scream, your moans echoing off the lab walls, back arching off the table and climaxing for what must be the tenth time. Miguel panting and groaning over you, pumping into you with all his strength. Coming so hard he’s seeing stars, seeing white, talons threatening to pierce your flushed hot skin. It’s been hours now. Who knew all this could come from one drop of the stuff? But it’s like there’s a waterfall between your legs, as if his cock just vibrates inside you, like every stroke makes you come. 

And he’s so sensitive. Every time he’s sheathed inside you, he just wants to burst. Needs it. His tip hitting all your sweet spots, cum just leaking and weeping out of him freely as he drills into you. As many times as he comes, he just doesn’t go soft. If anything, he just gets harder, the urge to come getting stronger every time. Red blooming over his flushed hot face, crimson eyes flashing and fluttering back. Losing his mind in your cunt. 

“Please more! Please please!” You sob, growling with need and whimpering high and sweet when he flips you over, slipping back inside to hit you from another angle. And you come immediately when he presses to the hilt, gushing and dribbling all around him as he pulls out only to pound back in. His hand going to your hair, pulling it back, humping you into the edge of the workbench and pressing his face into your neck, groaning and moaning right by your ear. A pleasant mix of English and Spanish naturally leaving his mumbling mouth. He couldn’t stop if he wanted to. Not until this serum wears off, not until you both fuck it all out. 

“Fuck baby!” He growls, thrusting into you especially hard a few times, your ass bouncing, legs trembling, hardly able to stay on your toes, bent over the table and taking him. “Take it so good baby- fuck- jesus…” He pants, out of breath. Both your minds are completely gone. Not even aware of what you’re doing, how loud you’re being, how long it’s been. Only aware of how good it feels and how badly you need more. 

…

Finally after hours of nothing but sex and lust, you’re laying on the lab floor. This is where you ended up after all. Hitting that last orgasm that finally left you satisfied. Finally coming down and laying on top of him, tucked into the side of his lab coat to stay warm. His arms around you, his eyes locked on the ceiling and all of what just happened fresh in his mind. The best part, you remember every second, every word, every climax. 

“It’s too concentrated…” He mutters. Causing you to look up at him, his brow furrowed in thought. “I’ll have to dilute it…” 

“You think?” 

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[dixons-sunshine]

Do-It-All Salon | Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

Summary: Daryl loved his little family. He loved you and your daughter with his whole being. He’d do just about anything for the two of you, including letting his nails and face get painted by his daughter, and endure the pain that came with removing rubber elastics from his hair.

Genre: Fluff.

Era: Alexandria, set post Saviour arc.

Warnings: None.

Word count: 1k.

A/N: @hannyhann requested some girl dad Daryl. I hope you like it!

The scene in front of you was both amusing and adorable. You couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at the corners of your mouth at the sight that beheld you; your husband sitting on the ground with his face painted with various sorts of makeup, his hair tied up in multiple little ponytails, and his hand extended in front of him to have his nails get painted. The sight was so cute, you just had to get out the video camera you had found on a run to capture the moment.

Your three year old daughter, Hazel, innocently went about painting her father’s nails while happily babbling away. She was completely oblivious to the video camera, the amused looks you sent Daryl’s way, or the playful scowls he sent your way. There was no real heat behind his eyes, however. He knew that if the tables were turned, he’d be just as amused as you.

“Daddy, hand,” Hazel instructed him, motioning over to his other hand. She held a bottle of pink nail polish in her hand. She shook the bottle a couple of times, mimicking what she had seen you do a few times before, before opening it to reveal the tiny brush.

Daryl cocked an eyebrow at her choice of colour, but gave her his hand nonetheless. “Shouldn’t ya be usin’ blue? Y’know, since this hand s’coloured blue?” For added emphasis, he lifted his hand for her to see.

Hazel giggled and shook her hand. “Silly Daddy.” She offered nothing else. She left it at that, and simply started rather messily painting his nails.

Daryl raised his eyebrows at her, a small, amused smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He shared a look with you, both of you having to refrain from laughing at her explanation. Or, well, lack thereof.

“Yeah,” he chuckled, shaking his head, the small ponytails on his head swinging left to right with the motion. “M’real silly. Need’a jus’ be quiet and let the master work, huh?” Hazel giggled but said nothing, her face scrunched up in concentration while her hand worked to apply the nail polish to Daryl’s nails. Daryl smiled fondly. “How ‘bout we do yer Mama next?”

“Oh, no. I’m fine. My beauty appointment was yesterday.” For emphasis, you raised one of your hands in front of the camera and showed your own messily painted nails. “It’s Daddy’s turn today. I’m not scheduled for another appointment until Hazel is ready to have me again.”

“‘Orrow,” Hazel giggled, her eyes sparkling at her promise of giving you a makeover the next day.

“Tomorrow,” Daryl corrected her with a fond smile, chuckling when the three year old girl completely missed his nail and instead painted the skin of his finger.

Hazel looked up at her father. “‘Orrow,” she said, a concentrated look on her face as she tried to get it right.

Daryl shook his head. “Repeat after me, alright?” When Hazel nodded eagerly, he continued. “To—”

“To—” the three year old repeated determinedly.

“Morrow.”

“Morrow.”

“Tomorrow.”

“‘Orrow!” Hazel giggled happily, her eyes sparkling as she looked up at Daryl.

Daryl chuckled and shook his head. “We’ll keep workin’ on it.” His attention shifted towards you. He ducked his head shyly when he noticed the camera was pointed in his direction. “Ya had that thing pointed at me the whole time?”

“Yup,” you nodded with a small smile, redirecting the camera towards Hazel when you noticed her close the nail polish and reach down to grab the sticker book you had found for her on a run. “Oh, you’re in trouble now,” you warned him with a light laugh.

Daryl looked back up towards Hazel who was walking around the small, plastic table with the sticker book, and he laughed. “Oh, god. M’in trouble, ain’t I?” Daryl questioned, his amused, loving gaze resting on you.

“Oh, definitely,” you mused, your eyes drifting over to your daughter who remained blissfully unaware of the conversation her parents were having, too caught up in her own little world. “Stickers is part of the experience here at Hazel’s ‘do-it-all salon’.”

“Daddy, still,” she instructed, carefully peeling a sticker from the small book and softly pressing it onto Daryl’s face. She pulled back, admired her handy work with a soft giggle, before peeling another sticker and repeating the process. Again, and again, and again. Soon enough, Daryl’s face was covered in small stickers, ranging from stars, smiley faces, and even little arrows. Once there was no more skin left to cover with her stickers, Hazel stepped back and laughed in delight, clapping her hands together in excitement. “Yay! Daddy pretty!” She turned towards you and raised her arms, a silent request to be picked up. “Mama, Daddy pretty!”

You laughed lightly, placed the video camera down on the dresser, and picked up your little girl. You placed a couple of kisses all over her face, eliciting a shriek of laughter from her. “Yeah, he looks really pretty. He looks like a princess.”

“Princess,” Hazel agreed with a toothy smile. Her small, chubby hands gently grabbed your face and brought it down to hers, rubbing her nose together with yours, an action you did a lot; one she knew meant ‘I love you’.

Daryl chuckled and shook his head. He knew that he probably looked ridiculous. If anybody in the community saw him like that, they would never be able to take him seriously ever again. However, as the archer looked over at you and Hazel, and saw the happy smiles on your faces, he knew that he would do anything to keep those smiles alive. He would even allow his daughter to paint his nails, do his hair in a way that would hurt to remove the hair ties, almost poke his eye out with the mascara brush, and have a face full of stickers. All to ensure his girls’ happiness.

Daryl Dixon lived for his girls, and nothing in the world would ever change that.

[valkierrie]

𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐀 𝐂𝐫𝐚𝐳𝐲 𝐈𝐝𝐞𝐚, 𝐑𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭?

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Warning(s): Swearing.

Plot: Damon and Y/N get away to Iceland on a whim and share a private and intimate moment.

Word count: 1.8K

A/N: Hope the person who requested it likes it.

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The idea came out of nowhere—really.  

Damon came back from the studio, catching me in the middle of eating some left-over spaghetti from last night, watching some program on the television. 

“Hey,” Damon set his bag on the coffee table before settling beside me on the couch with a large plop and an exaggerated sigh. 

“Hi,” I laid a soft kiss on his cheek, tuning down the volume. “How was work?” 

“Work?” Damon rose a brow, slouching into the sofa with a teasing smirk. “You make it sound like a real job.” 

“It is, Blur’s no joke. Anyway, how was it?” 

“It was fine, the usual.” Damon chuckled. “Figured the day’s got better now that I’m with you.” 

“Charming bastard.” I giggled, hitting him softly against the chest. 

Another sigh escaped his lips—a softer one. “Been workin’ my arse off—it's worth it, but it’s exhaustin’.” 

Damon pulled me close, an arm wrapping around my shoulder. My plate rested on my lap as I leaned into his touch. “I’m sorry.” 

“Part of the job, innit?” Damon shrugged. “Can’t wait for you to hear the new track.” 

“I know it’ll be great, like always.” 

He was such a hard worker, really. Whenever there was a new album or track in the works, he was always ready to work it to perfection, which it always ends up being, even if he thought otherwise. 

Damon grinned, pressing a small and gentle kiss on my forehead. 

Damon turned his attention to the television, watching it with interest. “What’s on tonight?” 

“Nothing interesting, the commercials are more entertaining than whatever’s on. Like this.” I turned the volume of the telly. “It looks pretty cool, it’s in Iceland.” 

A masculine voice over spoke in the Icelandic language, luckily the caption was in English. 

“A getaway you won’t regret.”  It spoke. “An experience like no other with views truly out of this world.” 

Images flashed over the television. Images of mountains, the hotel, the steaming swimming area under the night light with Northern Nights. 

“What a beauty.” Damon whistled; his eyes were glued to the small screen. 

I nodded in agreeance.  

“Come to The Nature Lagoon for the experience of a lifetime.” With that final statement, the advert was reverted back to the program. 

It was a...strange idea, but it was one nonetheless, no?  

Wouldn’t it be nice to just get away for a bit, God knows my Job'd been hell this past week and I was certain the Albarn man could have used one too.  

My gaze turned towards Damon, giving him an innocent look. “Dames,” 

“Dames?” He rose a brow, crossing his arms. “You only call me ‘Dames’ when you want something.” 

“That’s not true.” I bated my eyelashes dramatically, slowly trailing a finger down his bicep. 

“Y/N, what do you want?” 

I frowned, rolling my eyes in annoyance. “Let’s go to Iceland.” 

“Are you serious?” He looked back at the TV, then back at me.  

I nodded with what he could only describe to be a cheeky smile. I felt like one of those kids who pestered their parents for toys on the television. “Would it be that crazy? You heard ‘em—it’ll be the ‘experience of a life time.’” 

That was the catapult that ended up with us on a plane to southern Iceland some two weeks later. It hadn’t taken much to convince Damon; Damon saying ‘no’ to me was about as rare as a blue moon. As much as he could pretend or say otherwise, I knew he needed this trip just as much as I did—if not more. 

Once we landed, I was caught off guard. For a place called ‘Iceland’, it was about as cold as England on a normal day.  

A cab driver Damon had managed to catch drove us to a small hotel towards Iceland’s countryside. I sat in the backseat with Damon, our hands were clasped together above our bags and belongings. His thumb stroked my knuckles gently, his eyes looking out of the window. My attention, however, had been taken by him. I found myself staring at him, unable to look away.  I didn’t know how he did it, it was almost effortless the way he managed to look so... 

His hair was tousled—as it so often was—and it gave way for his eyes, his lovely ocean eyes.  

God, he was beautiful.  

Damon, as if sensing my piercing gaze onto him, turned his head in my direction. “What?” 

“Nothing.”  

We arrived at the hotel shortly after. The building was modest and small, but that by no means took away from it’s elegance. It looked really fancy.  

Damon took the responsibility of booking us a room; while I stood, getting a nice look around of the interior. 

“Our room’s upstairs,” Damon announced, taking a few strides to approach me.  

I followed him up the stairs and into our room. The place was fancy, with a single bed. Damon flopped on the bed immediately, the jet-lag was in full effect.  

“You’re not going to unpack?” 

Damon shook his head. “No way. Too tired.” 

“Alright, you soft git. Get some sleep.” I climbed onto the bed, settling beside him and kissing his forehead. 

Unpacking could wait. 

— 

As soon as the sun came up, my eyes hadn’t even adjusted properly to the light before I was releasing myself from Damon’s grip around my waist and running to the restroom. 

“Someone’s eager.” Damon’s groggy voice called out. 

“You have no idea.” I retorted, slipping into the restroom.  

My shower was quick, no longer than five minutes. I wore a black bikini underneath a white dress with floral all over them. After shaking him for almost forever, I finally got Damon get up.  

“It’s six in the morning; don’t know why we’re goin’ so early.” Damon grumbled, grabbing his towel.  

“We’re going early so we aren’t crowded by hoards of people.” I pushed Damon towards the bathroom.  

Damon went with a white shirt and black swim trucks.  

“Oh, cute. We’re matching.” I grinned.  

“I guess we are.” Damon smiled, kissing the tip of my nose. 

We hailed another cab, that drove us to The Nature Lagoon. If the hotel was The Ritz, then this place was definitely Buckingham Palace—well, maybe not, but close enough.  

After checking in with the receptionist, Damon and I were headed to the locker rooms—separately, obviously.  The women’s locker room was far to brightly lit this early in the morning, took me a little while to get adjusted to the lights.  

I lifted the dress above my head, folding it neatly inside an empty locker, placing my trainers inside as well. Grabbing a towel before I left, Damon was already outside, shirtless. To be fair, he didn’t really need to do much in the locker room. It took every iota in me not to ogle. 

 There were five separate pools within the lagoon, each ranging in sizes. Some had a significant amount of people in its waters, while others were empty.  

Damon and I gravitated towards the one devoid of people. Unlike the other pools, the one we had chosen was opened to the landscape, giving way for an unintercepted view of the mountains that surrounded the countryside. It was breathtakingly lovely in a way that was indescribable.  

Steam rose from the water's surface curling above it, turning to soft, ghostly swirls at it’s interaction with the cold air.  

Damon stepped inside the water first, moving around slowly in the water until it reached his waist. He turned to me, holding out his hand to help me inside. “Come in, it’s nice.” 

I took his hand, my fingers slipping into his as I stepped in. The juxtaposing was felt immediately. The water’s heat engulfed my body, a mighty opposition to the cool air that was felt against my face. A sigh of satisfaction left my lips as I slowly sank into the water. 

Damon and I swam around. For a minute, we just floated, letting us really feel the water. Suddenly, without a warning, chucked a handful of water in my direction.  

“Hey!” I laughed, moving my wet hair away from my face.  

“What? It’s just a little bit of water.” 

“Just a bit of water, uh? Let’s how you like it.” I swished my hand through the water, splashing a small wave of water back towards him. 

Laughter was all around as Damon and I continued to splash each other like the mentally aged seven years olds we truly were. When the laughter died down, we floated in the warm water, our hands finding each, like they always did.  

“I’m glad we’re here. You and me.” 

“I feel the same way.” I smiled.  

I gazed up at the sky, hues of pink and orange decorated it, it was a moment I couldn’t put into words. 

Damon and I floated towards the edge of the pool, which was big enough to sit on. I lifted myself off of the water and sat on it, keeping my feet wet. Damon stayed inside, placing his arms on the ledge and resting his chin on it.  

“I could sing you a love song right now.” 

“Oh yeah? If you sing Girls and Boys, I’m shoving you under.” I smirked. 

Damon playfully narrowed his eyes at me. “I wasn’t going to sing Girls and Boys.” 

“Alright then, go ahead.” 

Damon began singing some ditzy and obscure ballad that I'd never heard of with a key that I was certain didn’t go with the song. 

A soft giggle escaped my lips. 

“Let’s play something.” 

I cocked my head to the side. 

“Hide and seek.” 

“Hide and seek?” I rose a brow, gesturing around. “How exactly are we supposed to do that?” 

“Right.” He blinked. “Tag?” 

“Okay,” I smirked, shoving his head into the water. “You’re it.” 

I jumped into the water, swimming as fast as I could. Damon lurked steadily behind me, trying to catch me. I swam towards a small waterfall formed by two semi-large rocks. When I reached the waterfall and tried to go through it, Damon caught me by the torso, pulling me up.  

“Gotcha!” 

I giggled as I attempted to wriggled free out of his grasp. “Let go.” 

“No way.” 

We stayed like that for a few seconds before Damon finally set me down. Our laughter quickly settled. My hands rested on his shoulders while his were on my waist, below the water. 

His gaze locked onto mine intensely, the world around us felt like nothingness and unimportance.  

Damon sighed—a soft sigh—running hand through his moppy, wet hair. “Feels like I’m always rushing.” He murmured; his thumb tracing circled on my upper pelvis. “Can’t remember the last time I slowed down, properly, like this. You make it so simple; you make everything simple.” 

My chest was tight, my heart was accelerating, warmth coursing all throughout my body, which the water had nothing to do with. “I’ll always keep making it easy for you.” 

“That’s why I love you.” He grinned, pulling my face close and kissing me.  

The kiss was slow and deliberate, our warm breaths mingling with the cold up above. It made me shiver—not from the cold, but because of him, he was killing me softly. 

[gothic-thoughts]

Music To My Ears

Gojo Satoru x Black GN Reader Smut

MDNI, Perv Coworker!Gojo, Bimbo!Reader

CW: all the dirty words(he's a whore), stupid and oblivious Reader, Gojo jerking 📴 to your voice, reader being fluent in Yapanese 😭, imma degrade y'all cuz u lack brain cells

Word Count: 1191 (give or take)

It was 11 pm, and you were on the phone with your coworker, Satoru. You've been talking for about an hour now, but after a while, you noticed soft huffing and heard soft panting. Since there's not much going on up there, all you thought to do was tilt your head to the side with confusion. You shrug it off and continue to yap, but the longer he listened, the more he groped and palmed his erection through the grey sweats he wore.

“Uh, Gojo?” Your first mistake was saying his name.

“Yeah? What’s up, girlie?”

“You good?"

"Say again?" He heard you perfectly fine, but you can't tell can you?

"I asked if you were good. You workin' out right now?"

“Hah, yeah.” He responds before muttering, “I'm workin' somethin', ngh."

“Huh? You keep mumbling, Toru.”

"Hehe, don't worry about it." More panting "Just...continue your story."

You shake your head, believing his panting really came from a workout regimen, knowing damn well the strongest sorcerer don't need one.

“So like I was saying...”

He chuckled and made a low growling noise as he reached into his sweatpants, feeling how damp his boxers were from how much precum soaked into them. He bit his lip, slowly pulling out the erection that you caused from that voice you blessed him with. Every inflection, filler word, and gasp when you remembered another part of your story drove him so wild.

“And then I was like, ‘Ohmygod, Shoko’s not working for once?’ So I ran up to her...”

He grunts, trying his best to keep his voice away from the whiney territory he knew it could rise to if he felt too good. To you, his breathing sounded a bit...off, as if it sounded heavy and...well, different than normal. But he was working out, of course, he’d sound like that.

“The only reason I hesitated was because I feel like she don’t like me...”

With every passing moment, his fist passed over his shaft while his left hand kept a firm hold around his base, keeping him from exploding too soon, and with how often you clicked your tongue or sucked your teeth, he could’ve at any moment.

“Do you think she likes me; ion think she likes me. Anyways, though...”

The grunting sound only grew in pitch as the groans started to sound more...animalistic, mouth forming a smirk. He whispers your name, guiding his hand up and down his cock a little faster, getting the palm sticky with precum.

“Toru...” The concern in your voice makes his hand stop, “You sure you okay?

He bites his lip as he moans softly, watching another drop of precum squeeze out his tip and slide down to his still fist. "Yeah... heh...” 

“You huffin’ like a dog.”

“Oh sorry. I’m doing... I’m doin’ some push-ups right now so..." 

"Ohhhh, aight."

"Keep talking, short stuff."

"You even listening, Gojo?"

"Of course I am, I can, ngh, multitask."

"Mmm..."

The little hum of yours made him bite his bottom lip so hard that it bled. "I mean it, girlie." He sighs, "Hanging on every word. You were talking about your shopping spree."

"Oh yeah! I got a bunch of clothes with Utahime today! And they are the fuckin’ cutest! Like, there’s one that was...”

He groaned quieter as he heard you continue on, pumping his hand up and down to the speed your excited voice spoke. His fist twists with each stroke, grinding his red, sensitive cockhead into his palm which makes him shiver. The sound of his breathing had become noticeably heavier and deeper. He didn't respond just yet, instead, he only let out low grunts and 'mhm's in response to what he heard you say. He started to lift his hips from his bed, fucking his fist while pretending it was him making you ride him.

“And I got new lip gloss. Like a lot of lip gloss; cuz you know me...”

He did, in fact, know you; meaning that you prolly got almost every color, scent, and flavor imaginable just to try out. That sentence was all it took for the strongest sorcerer's mind to switch from thoughts of how good you'd feel bouncing on his long dick to how soft and wet your mouth was. You talk so much so it's gotta be moisturized as hell, not like he wouldn't make you use so much spit it made the colors on your lips smear around his veined shaft.

He whined into the speaker as you rambled, but TRUST he was listening. His eyes were rolled back, his hand began pumping faster, massaging the swollen head of his cock while his free hand gripped the base. He wanted to smear that lip gloss, stick, whatever so bad; just the thought of leaving your plump lips and chin stained with white and whatever other color made his full balls tense.

"H-hey, short stuff? You think you can you count down from 10 for me?"

"Yeah, why?"

"For my workout, remember?"

"Ohhh, right." You let out another oblivious giggle, "I forgot about that."

"Y-yeah, I'm, uhm, planking... and I'm al-most....done. Count for me."

"Kaykay. Ten.... nine..."

His hand slows down, trying to time his orgasm with that sexy voice. Gojo groaned and grunted, letting it all out since your dopey ass wholeheartedly believed he was tired from overexertion.

"Eight... seven..."

"Yesss~" He whispered, "Suck it, baby girl, that's it. Show me those eyes."

His breath got shallow as he looked down at his thighs, imagining you were scratching at them while your glazed-over eyes blinked up at him.

"Six... five..." 

"Yeah, not a fuckin' thought behind them, huh? F-uck, lemme give your mouth somethin' else to do."

Unable to help himself, he speeds up his hand, coating his entire dick in his own precum. His back arches from the bed as his hips thrust up, fucking his fist as you got close to one.

"Four.... three..."

"So fucking close, s'fuckin' close. I'm...gonna...cum. W-wanna cum in your mouth, baby please."

"Two... one."

"Ah, shiiit!!"

He let a resounding, drawn-out growl as pent-up cum spurts from his cock, shooting across his slim fingers. He continued driving his shaft through his fist, body shaking on his bed as his load continued to spill over his hand. He finally calms down, resting on his bed, and looking down at the cum all over his abs and lower stomach, clinging to his happy trail and pubes. 

"Damn," Your voice snaps him out of it, "Did you hurt yourself, Toru? That sounded painful?"

"N-no, I'm okay just...." He gulps thickly, collecting himself, "J-just planked longer than I could handle, heh."

"Was that okay? Did I count too fast or...?"

"Haah, no. It was perfect, girlie, th-thanks."

"Oh... uhh..." You tilt that empty head of yours, "What was I saying...?"

"You were talkin' 'bout... gettin' some clothes from Utahime... I think?"

"Oh, yeah! Then I was talkin' bout lip gloss!"

"Yeah, yeah." His cock slowly starts to harden again, putting a tired, yet devious smirk on his face, "Tell me what colors you got."

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(a/n): eat up.

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

Thank you for sharing your writing it's so delightful ❤️❤️❤️❤️

I'm just doin' my best, scribbling my little stories and spreading my little nonsense.

Rain poured in sheets and Logan growled. Stupid fucking truck. Stupid fucking rain. Stupid fucking everything. All he wanted was a drink and to see about seeing you. Maybe you were workin' tonight. If you were, maybe you'd feel a little bad for him and take a little pity on him... That thought made him walk a little faster.

And he almost didn't hear the low rumble of another truck- older than his coming up beside him. "Logan?"

"Hey Darlin', " he called back over the din, giving you a lopsided smile, "Headed my way?"

"I dunno- Mama always told me not to pick up boys that are prettier than me-"

"Brat," he huffed, without any read heat, giving you a wink and trotting around the front of your truck to hop in the passenger side, "Sorry about-"

"Don't worry about it," you tell him, waving away his concerns and handing him a towel from behind the seat.

Logan raised an eyebrow questioningly but took it. It smelled clean, the same as your detergent. Rubbing his face and hair with it, he was grateful for the small cab and the heat that you'd set to blazing.

"It's wet here," you explain. "And I know a lot of strays that need rides."

"And here I felt special, Princess," he tutted.

You glance at him and smile a little, "I couldn't just let you drown. If this keeps up you're gonna need a row boat to get to work. Truck flooded?"

"Dunno, just quit. And I couldn't fuckin' see to fix it."

"Ew. Wanna go home or?"

"I should," he sighed. "Gonna have to fucking hike tomorrow-"

"You know I can pick you up, right?"

"Bub-"

"Seat's gonna be wet and I expect coffee, fair warning."

"Deal," Logan snorted. You were smirking when you said it. Glancing at him. Teasing. Needing. But if you were willing... He could manage some coffee.

You pulled up to a for way stop and waited four directions, taking the left he indicated, "5:30? 6?"

"Six is fine," he said, "Gives me time to grab my shit out of my truck."

"That work- Shit!" You hit the brakes and fling an arm out in front of Logan when a black car appears parked in the middle of the road. "Goddamn it," you mutter. You look from the car to Logan and glance back in your rearview mirror quickly before throwing your truck in park. "Stay here," you tell Logan.

"What-"

But before he can get details you're out of the truck and there's a titanium t-ball bat in your hand and you're just standing in front of your truck. Waiting.

The rain had gone from sheets to a gentle patter and Logan can feel violence prickling along his skin. The way he can smell rain coming. Or pick out different footsteps.

A man got out of the car. Taller than you. Wider than you. And when he starts to close the distance, Logan feels himself twitch. Could you handle it? He could just... do it. Disappear... But when the man raises his fist to strike, you're there and then... gone. You dodge and raise the bat. Striking out. Quick and clean. The metal clang rang out and he hit the ground groaning. "Leave. Me. The. Fuck. Alone. Callum."

Each word punctuated by another blow. Another crunch. Another crack. Not to kill him. But to leave him writhing. In pain. And seriously considering if it was worth coming near you ever again.

"Now call your fuckin nasty ass mama to come get you," you pant, walking away with the bat slung over your shoulder.

You toss the bat in your truck bed with a clatter and wrench the door open, jumping back into the driver's seat and Logan gives you an appreciative look, "Damn."

"If you saw that, no you didn't."

"No ma'am, I ain't see shit," he chuckled.

"Good."

For a while, you drive in silence and Logan listens to your heart rate, letting it return to normal. "Is his mama really nasty?"

"I mean she fucked his dad, so..."

[tinyshyteacup]

TW: Cussing

Part 25

Scotch and Screams - Part 26

The clock on the stove blinked 3:32 AM.

The days had all blurred together.

Ever since SAMCRO left for Belfast, time had lost its structure. It was just before the next call or after the last one.

You tried to focus on helping Tara, keeping things moving, keeping your hands busy so your mind wouldn’t spiral into dark places.

But the worry gnawed at you, sinking into your bones. Every time the burner phone stayed silent for too long, your stomach twisted into knots.

And when it finally did ring, it was like coming up for air.

The air was thick with the scent of coffee, laundry detergent, and something faintly metallic—probably from the dishes barely touched in the sink.

You rubbed at your tired eyes, fingers pressing into the hollow beneath as you tried to focus.

The long days, bled into longer nights. Helping Tara, keeping things moving while SAMCRO— while Filip was away—it gave you something to do, something to focus on.

You'd been staying with Tara since they'd left, Gemma's house was too big for you to shuffle around on your own, and you'd felt that odd sensation of being watched even when you knew you where alone.

But now, in the silence of the Teller house, with only the ticking clock and the hum of the fridge, there was nothing left to drown out the worry.

Then, the burner phone on the counter vibrated.

You nearly knocked the coffee over scrambling for it.

"Hello, Filip ?"

"Aye, mo chridhe."

The breath you didn’t even realize you were holding left your chest in a rush.

His name for you felt warm on, like something solid in the middle of all this chaos.

Chibs voice was low, rough around the edges, and the familiar Scottish lilt wrapped around you like a well-worn jacket. "Ye alright?"

You exhaled, sliding into one of the kitchen chairs.

"I should be asking you that, Scotsman"

A small chuckle came through the receiver, but it was tired, frayed.

"Still breathin’. Figure that counts for somethin’."

The words were meant to be reassuring, but there was something in the way he said them—something strained.

"Jesus Filip, dont say it like that" you huffed out

Then—

"How bad is it?" you asked softly.

There was a long pause. The kind that stretched between worlds, between different kinds of suffering.

"We got our work cut out for us, love" he admitted finally. "Belfast ain't changed much, SAMBEL sure as shite hasn’t."

You swallowed, curling your fingers around the edge of the counter.

"And Jax?"

A sigh.

"He’s holdin’ on, still in one piece. Barely. We got our hands full, but we’re workin’ on it."

You closed your eyes for a moment, steadying yourself. "Tara's been keeping it together. Barely sleeping, but she's strong, I'm helping her where I can. Trying to keep busy."

"Aye. Knew ye would be." He hesitated. "And you?"

You chewed your lip. "Holding it together."

A quiet hum of acknowledgment. Then, softer—

"Wish I was there with ye."

Something about those words made your throat tighten.

"Me too, Filip"

You had to pause to keep your voice from being watery.

Then his voice came through again, quieter, rougher.

"I hate leavin’ ye in the middle of all this shite. Should be there, lookin’ after ye, keepin’ ye safe."

Your grip on the counter tightened.

"I’m safe, Scotsman—Tig is here so is Kozik"

"Aye, I know. But still." His voice dipped lower. "Had to leave ye with a goddamn burner phone like some daft wee secret."

You let out a small, tired laugh. "I understand why, honestly its fine, I'm lucky too get these calls"

Silence again. Not uncomfortable, but weighted.

You pulled a blanket tighter around yourself, trying to ignore how cold the kitchen suddenly felt.

"Filip—I miss you."

The words left your lips before you could stop them, quiet, hesitant—like you weren’t sure if you were allowed to say them out loud.

But then—

"Jesus, lass," he exhaled, voice heavy with something you couldn’t quite place. "Miss ye too. More then I can say."

You swallowed, fingers twisting into the blanket.

Another beat of silence.

"I worry about you."

The words came out, quiet, fragile.

Chibs exhaled, something heavy shifting in his voice.

"I know, mo chridhe."

His voice was lower now, quieter, like he didn’t want anyone else to hear.

"Ye don’t need to be wastin’ yer worry on me."

"I’ll waste it where I want Scotsman."

He let out a breath, and you could almost picture him—rubbing a hand down his face, the tired lines around his eyes deepening.

Silence stretched between you, the weight of it pressing against your ribs.

"I need you home, come back in one piece, please"

"I’ll do me' best."

You exhaled sharply, sinking deeper into the couch.

It wasn’t a promise, but it was enough.

For now.

The Teller house was eerily quiet. Too quiet.

You sat at the kitchen table, fingers curled around a lukewarm mug of tea, staring at the faint steam that still rose from it.

It had been sitting there for almost an hour—forgotten in the chaos of the day.

Tara was in the next room, pacing, arms crossed tightly over her chest as she muttered under her breath.

She hadn’t slept much. Neither of you had.

The morning had started early, before the sun had even risen, with Tara in the kitchen flipping through medical journals, searching for anything—anything—to keep her mind occupied.

"You should try to eat something," you’d said, setting a plate of toast in front of her.

She barely looked up, shaking her head. "Not hungry."

You didn’t push. Instead, you poured her a fresh cup of coffee and slid it across the table, sitting down across from her.

"Anything I can do?"

Tara let out a tired sigh, rubbing at her temple. "I just need to keep moving."

And that’s what the two of you had done all day—kept moving.

Laundry, cleaning, errands—little things that might’ve seemed meaningless, but in times like this, they were everything.

You’d gone with her to TM in the morning, checking in with Piney and Tig. There wasn’t much they could do either, but the weight of uncertainty sat heavy on all of you.

Tig had looked at you both, his usual teasing glint gone from his eyes, replaced by something close to worry.

"How you girls holding up?"

Tara had just nodded, jaw tight. You had answered instead.

"Trying."

Piney had studied you both for a long moment before just nodding and moving to pour himself another cup of coffee.

By the afternoon, you and Tara had ended up back at the house, folding tiny clothes in Abel’s room.

The silence had stretched between you, the weight of his absence sitting thick in the air.

"He’s coming home,"

You said softly, trying to reassure her, even as you felt your own doubt creeping in.

Tara nodded, but she didn’t say anything. Just smoothed her fingers over one of Abel’s shirts, her lips pressing together as she swallowed hard.

You reached out, covering her hand with yours.

"They won’t stop until they find him."

Her throat worked as she swallowed again. Finally, she nodded.

"I know."

But the unspoken words lingered.

At what cost?

The rest of the day had passed in a blur.

You’d cooked dinner for the both of you—not that either of you ate much.

You’d made sure Tara got at least a couple hours of sleep, promising to wake her if anything changed.

Now, the house was still.

Back to the creeping quiet. Too quiet.

The burner phone sat on the armrest beside you, your fingers twitching toward it every few minutes.

It had been more then two days since you’d heard from Chibs. You knew things were dangerous over there, but that didn’t make it easier.

Your mind kept playing worst-case scenarios, but you didn't know what those worst-cases where not really—

Gunfire. Blood. Silence.

You squeezed your eyes shut, taking a shaky breath.

You curled into the couch, the burner phone resting on the armrest beside you.

The weight of everything pressed down on you.

Abel was still gone and SAMCRO were across the ocean, caught in a storm of blood and old ghosts.

And Filip—

You hadn’t heard from him, since that first call ... fifty-two hours ago.

You weren't counting but the clock on the stove blinked at you like it was mocking you.

Your fingers hovered over the phone.

Could you could call ?

Blink

What if he didn’t answer?

Blink

What if the call went straight to voicemail?

Blink

What if—

The damp chill of Belfast clung to Chibs' skin, seeping through his kutte and into his bones.

The city hadn't changed much since the last time he'd set foot on its cracked pavement, but the ghosts here felt heavier, the air thick with old debts and unfinished business.

Rain slicked the streets, turning the glow of streetlamps into hazy golden smears on the asphalt, but it wasn't enough to wash away the blood that had been spilled here over the years.

Chibs exhaled slowly, the cigarette between his fingers burning low, the embers flaring before dimming again.

The night air smelled like rain, petrol, and the distant, acrid scent of gunpowder—a constant reminder that peace was never an option in a place like this.

He stood in the shadows of an alleyway, watching as Jax and Clay spoke in hushed tones with the SAMBEL boys. His cigarette continued to smolder between his fingers, the slow burn matching the simmering rage in his chest.

They'd come here for Abel, but the deeper they dug, the more tangled this web became.

Jimmy O was at the center of it all, a snake wrapped around their throats. And Chibs knew, better than anyone, how venomous the greasey bastard could be.

The thought of that prick made his grip tighten around the burner in his pocket.

He’d kept it close, thumb brushing over the buttons like a habit, like a tether to the one thing outside this that felt real—you.

Back in Charming, in the relative safety of a world you didn’t fully understand, you were waiting. Holding things together, helping Tara, trying to be strong.

And though you never said it outright, he could hear it in your voice every time he called—the worry, the fear, the quiet longing between the words you didn’t say.

"Filip."

The sound of his name—his real name—spoke in that familiar Irish lilt sent ice down his spine. He turned slowly, cigarette still between his fingers as Jimmy O stepped out of the darkness like a specter from the past.

"Long way from home, aren’t ye?" Jimmy smirked, hands tucked casually into the pockets of his coat.

Chibs took a slow drag, exhaling smoke through his nose. His voice was steady, cold. "This is my home too, prick."

Jimmy chuckled. "Don't be like that brother. Ye left, remember?"

Chibs’ jaw ticked, but he didn’t let the bastard see the way that cut through him.

"Ye’re lookin’ a bit distracted, brother," Jimmy said, eyes sharp, calculating. "Somethin’—or someone—on yer mind?"

Chibs exhaled smoke through his nose, leveling Jimmy with a look that spoke louder than any words.

"If I was, it sure as shite wouldn’t be somethin’ I’d discuss with you."

Jimmy chuckled, tilting his head. "Ach, well. Can’t blame a man for wonderin’. Heard ye’ve got someone waitin’ for ye back in Charming."

Chibs’ jaw tightened. He didn’t take the bait.

Jimmy leaned in slightly. "Ye know better than anyone how dangerous it is to love someone in this life. A weakness, that. A liability."

Chibs tapped ash off of his cigarette, before stepping forward, voice low, warning.

"Call her that again, an’ I’ll—"

"Wonder what she’d say if she saw ye now," Jimmy continued, tone light but edged with something sharper.

"Doubt she knows what kind of monster ye used to be, eh?"

Chibs flicked his cigarette to the ground, grinding it out beneath his boot as he stepped closer, voice low and lethal. "Talk about her again, an’ I’ll slit yer fuckin’ throat"

Jimmy’s smirk widened, as if he’d gotten exactly what he wanted.

"That’s the Filip I remember."

Chibs didn’t trust himself to stay any longer. Without another word, he turned and walked off, fingers twitching with the need to call you, just to hear your voice, just to remind himself that you were real—that you were safe.

Jimmy just smiled.

[mediocrecowboyhat]

Not yours - Chapter 1

John Marston is a man on the run, but not from the law. Instead he's running from the responsibility of being a father and caring for his family.

After the birth of his son, Jack, he took off for almost a whole year. What was he up to during that time?

Next chapter

Word count: 3.2k

Tags: pre-canon, she/her pronouns, eventual smut, explicit sexual content, sexual tension, mentions of violence, mentions of sex work, alcohol consumption, angst, spoilers for the Epilogue

The saloon is packed with customers tonight, keeping you on your toes and busy at all times. Drinks are flowing in streams and slurred laughter fills the bar as you try to navigate through the crowd without bumping into anyone. You might not be able to catch a single break, but that doesn't mean you don't welcome the work.

By the end of the night, you will perhaps be paid a bit more than the usual amount with all these tips you're receiving. Eli, the bartender and owner of the saloon is sliding over some shots of whisky your way and you quickly place them atop your tray.

As you make your way to the table to give them their order, you skillfully avoid hitting shoulders and backs. Most of the guests are considerate enough to step aside when they see you coming their way, but some of them are too drunk to tell their right from their left.

"You is always a sight for sore eyes!", one of the regulars, George, exclaims gleefully once you reach the table with the liquor.

"You only say that, because I'm the one giving you drinks.", you reply with a soft chuckle and put down the shot glass infront of him.

"Nah, I mean it!", he protests, his half-lidded eyes staying glued to your face. Seems like he already has had a drink or two too many. "You is a real beauty. A real fine lady."

"Thanks, George."

It's not a rarity to have customers compliment you in this line of work. Sometimes it's an attempt to persuade you into lowering the price for them, but other times it's genuine. Then there are those who tend to get a bit too handsy for your comfort, but it's usually only a handful that steps out of line and not your regulars.

"Are you stayin' all night here, Miss?", one of George's friends asks you, a hint of worry accompanying his words. His name is Perry.

"Wouldn't wanna miss out on all the fun.", you answer, your lips curling up into a smirk.

"Just be careful when you get home, yeah? There's been some nasty stuff happenin' 'round these parts. I'm talkin' robberies, murders."

The man's concern is endearing and you hold the tray close to your chest as you shoot him a reassuring smile.

"I pity any poor bastard who decides to rob me.", you comment between some laughter.

It's the truth. There isn't much you can call your own. With the two jobs, that you only somewhat manage to juggle, you barely scrape by. The cabin your late parents have left you might be small and humble, but it sure comes with a lot of bills. Everytime you receive a letter from the bank regarding the debts, your stomach turns upside down.

"Still. Be careful out there.", Perry insists, the look in his green eyes urgent.

"If ya need someone to walk you home, you just come to me!", George drawls, a lopsided grin tugging at the corners of his mouth and you give his shoulder a friendly pat.

"I'll take you up on it if I ever find myself in need of a chaperone."

With that you walk back to Eli to get out the next round of drinks. As you place the tray onto the counter and reach for the glasses, he had already prepared for you, his hand shoots forward, shooing yours away.

"You have been workin' non-stop. Go get a break.", he barks, his voice harsh, but the look on his wrinkled face gentle.

"I can go on a little longer.", you argue back and reach for the glasses again, but he swats your hands away again.

"As your boss, I insist."

The two of you stare each other down a while longer before he breaks away from your gaze and calls another waitress over to take care of the order. As much as you would have liked to continue, you must admit that he's not quite wrong. You indeed have been running around without taking a breather and now that you think about it, you can feel your feet ache.

Sighing, you walk over to the back wall and plop down onto a couch there. The cushions are soft, but beyond worn-out and the springs of the couch are boring into your back uncomfortably. A woman sits down by your side, a lit cigarette tugged between her slim fingers and you smile at the sight of her.

"Didn't know you were working tonight, Cora.", you say and she takes a long drag from her cigarette.

"Eh, might as well have stayed at home." Smoke leaves her mouth while she speaks. "Been tryin' to chat up that feller over there, but he ain't interested at all. Same as last night. And the night before."

She motions with her chin towards the counter and you follow her gaze. There stands a young man with a lean built and chin long black hair. It's messy, almost unkempt and melts together with the equally black hat he's wearing. His eyes are fixed onto the drink infront of him and the way he's leaned forward makes him seem anything but inviting.

"I haven't seen him around.", you admit, assuming that he must be visiting the saloon outside of your shifts or you've simply been too busy to notice him.

"He's here almost everyday, burnin' all his money for liquor. We thought he'd be an easy target, but no." A frustrated noise escapes Cora's throat and her red curls sway from side to side as she shakes her head in disapproval. "He has a nice voice though."

"He's a fool if he's saying no to you."

"You're too sweet, dear."

She nudges your shoulder with a chuckle and you sit together for a while longer before you stand up with a grunt. Your feet don't hurt anymore, but they sure feel sore. It's going to be hell walking all the way to the hotel tomorrow morning, but you push that thought away for now.

Once you're back at the counter and receiving drinks from Eli, you can't help but let your eyes wander. You give the stranger, Cora has pointed out, a subtle glance to get a better look at him. He's handsome with the shadow of a beard on the lower half of his face and a deep crease between his dark eyebrows. It doesn't look like he's in the mood for light conversation, so you decide to better leave him be.

Then your gaze falls onto the holster on his hips and the revolver tugged inside it. It's not an uncommon sight to see armed men in this town, but that gun looks pretty used with all the scratches and small dents. It has you wondering who exactly this man is, but it's not your place to question your customer's backgrounds. As long as they behave and pay for their orders, you don't care who or what they are.

The rest of the night goes by smoothly, the air inside growing thick with all these people and the smell of booze and sweat. At some point you excuse yourself to Eli and step out through the back door. Filling your lungs with fresh air clears off the fog in your head and your hand rests on the doorknob to head back inside.

A scream has you freeze in place, immediately recognizing the voice. Fear grips you and you quickly follow the source. It sounds like there's a struggle happening in the side alley and you lift your long skirt to not get it dirty in the muddy puddle, that you hop over.

There you find your dear friend Cora trying to push a man away and failing. Next thing you know, a harsh slap cuts through the air and the woman comes tumbling down, holding her cheek. Without waiting a heartbeat longer, you stomp over to the pair and shove him away by his chest.

"What's the matter with you?", you bark, voice raised and echoing along the brick walls around you.

"I paid!", the man slurs, swaying from side to side.

"You ain't paid to hit her, you goddamn animal!"

Even when he squares up his shoulders, towering over you with a menacing glare, you stand your ground. He's unknown to you, clearly not someone from this town. It could be someone passing by, staying only for tonight and then leaving again. Suddenly you recall Perry's words.

Robberies, murders.

A shiver runs down your spine, but you can't back down now. If this turns into a fight, you surely won't be able to win, but it might give Cora enough time to get help.

"You watch your mouth, you who-"

The familiar click of a gun cuts him off and you watch in surprise as the stranger from the bar counter presses the barrel of his revolver against the man's temple. He raises his hands in surrender and backs off, almost tripping over his own feet.

"No need to get aggressive now, friend.", he stutters, his words being followed by a nervous chuckle.

"I ain't your friend.", the stranger with the gun says. He truly does have a nice voice. "Now get your ass outta here if you wanna keep that ugly head of yours."

That sounds anything but an empty threat. All in all, it doesn't even come across as one, but more as a promise. Quickly, the drunk man falls into a sprint and disappears around the corner. With a relieved sigh leaving your lips, you help Cora back on her feet and inspect her face. Her cheek is bright red, but it doesn't look like it will leave a bruise.

"You okay?", you ask her and she only nods. That's when you turn to the stranger, who is sliding his gun back into it's holster. "Thank you so much, sir."

"It's nothin'.", is all he answers, before vanishing into the night.

"How mysterious.", Cora comments, her tone dripping with sarcasm and you get her back inside.

After that dangerous encounter, you find yourself unable to calm down again. Describing yourself to be on edge is the understatement of the century and throwing yourself back into work doesn't seem to be helping. No jokes with the guests and no running around with a full tray of glasses and bottles is managing to keep you distracted.

The stranger with the revolver and the nice voice hasn't returned to the saloon either and you catch yourself being slightly disappointed about it. At first you thought he was just another sad soul trying to drink away whatever is haunting him, but there is definitely more to it. Maybe you will see him again on your next shift.

Every now and then you go to the back to check on Cora. It's not the first time one of her customers lashed out on her, but that doesn't mean it doesn't upset her.

"That nasty son of a bitch better not show up here again. I'll talk to Eli about it.", you hiss through gritted teeth.

"It happens.", she murmurs while pressing a cold, wet cloth to the side of her face.

"It shouldn't." There is a long pause and your gaze falls on the clock hanging on the wall. "I'll ask if I can finish earlier tonight and then walk you home."

Her eyes go wide in disbelief and she hastily shakes her head. "Absolutely not! I can handle myself just fine and I don't wanna be the reason why you won't get full pay tonight."

"I would have ended in an hour or two anyways, so it won't make much of a difference."

Before she can argue some more with you, you already have a hand on the doorknob and make your way to your boss. It doesn't take long to solve the matters and he tells you, that you can pick up the money some time tomorrow. With that you get Cora and throw your coat over your shoulders, before stepping out into the cold night.

Luckily she doesn't live too far away, having a room rented on the edge of town. As you walk on the side of the muddy road, the noises and piano music from the saloon fade away into the background. Now it's just the sound of grass and leaves crunching under your boots and the soft breeze tugging at your clothes.

Once you reach the porch, she turns around to give you a worried look. Her hand rests on the front door.

"What about you?", she asks, her eyebrows furrowed together. "Do you maybe wanna stay here for the night?"

"I'll be fine.", you answer with a wave of a hand, attempting to come off as casual as possible.

"Sure? I don't feel too good 'bout sendin' you home all by yourself."

You take her hand in yours and give it a reassuring squeeze, your eyes sparkling with resolve.

"I promise I'll be fine."

For a long time, Cora doesn't respond, not making a single sound and you fear she might drag you inside the house to keep you safe. Then she let's out a deep sigh as her resistance crumbles.

"Alright, but I'll check up on you tomorrow mornin'. You're workin' at the hotel?"

"Of course."

"Good. I'll see you there then."

With that she disappears inside the house and you make your way off the porch. You don't mind walking back home all by yourself. It's nothing unusual, having done it countless of times before, whenever you worked the night at the saloon. Tonight though, you feel the hair on the back of your neck stand up.

Claiming that the encounter with the man in the alley didn't leave you restless would be a blatant lie. The voice in the back of your mind whispers frightening words into your ear, reminding you that that son of a bitch is still out there. And what if he's upset at you for interrupting him?

Quickly you shake your head in an attempt to get these thoughts away from you and protectively wrap your coat tighter around your body. The cool breeze is now cutting through the fabric of your clothes, sending an uncomfortable shiver down your spine.

"You're being silly.", you mumble to yourself as you catch yourself speeding up.

Your small cabin is located a bit outside of town, but not too far away. It's a 10 minute walk by foot and anyone rarely uses the road to it. Right now even, you don't meet a single soul on the way and no matter how hard you try to listen for it, there is no sound of footsteps or hooves.

But still, you only allow yourself to finally relax and let out a breath of relief, once you're inside your own four walls again. It's pitch black in there with it being a new moon tonight and you immediately begin to light some of the candles that are placed around.

Starting up the hearth in the middle won't be of much use this late into the night and you pour yourself a glass of whisky for your nerves. A dry chuckle escapes your throat and you run a hand over your face. Now that you're back home, you feel a bit ridiculous for panicking so much earlier.

In a few quick sips, the glass is empty and you set it aside into the sink. Afterwards, it doesn't take long for you to slip into your sleeping garments and blow out all the candles. You toss and turn for quite a while before you fall into a deep slumber.

The first rays of the morning sun shine through the slit between the window curtains, hitting your face. Cracking a yawn, you sit up and stretch your aching muscles. As much as you don't want to leave the cozy warmth of your sheets, you force yourself out of bed anyways and light the hearth in the middle.

The kitchen, eating and sleeping area are all one big room with your bed and closet on the opposite side of the entrance. There is a tub in the corner with a cabinet. That part of the house is being separated by a foldable room divider. It's scarcely decorated in here.

A photograph of your parents wedding is hanging on the wall next to a family picture of the three of you. You were a toddler when it was taken and you distinctly remember your mother always telling you that you simply wouldn't sit still in her lap, nearly robbing the poor photographer of his last nerve.

The skull of a stag with mighty antlers is hanging right above the front door. Your father wasn't much of a hunter, that stag being the only animal he had ever managed to take down. He swore it was due to his own skills, but your mother always claimed it had been by sheer luck.

Without wasting any time, you get ready to start your day and make your way to your second job. The road feels safer now that it's not pitch black anymore and the buzzing of the town in the distance fills you with some more security too. Even without having to jog, it doesn't take too long to reach the hotel in the center.

Once you take a break you could maybe walk over to the saloon on the opposite side to pick up last night's payment. Almost at the same time as you, Cora enters the building and her entire face lights up in relief when her eyes fall on you.

"Ah! You're alive.", she exclaims with a wide smile and you clutch your non-existent pearls in feigned offense.

"You didn't really think I'd die, did you?"

Truth be told, a small part of yourself believed you would die yesterday.

"Of course not." Her voice is higher than usually, giving away the fact she is lying. "But I was worried. A little."

"There's really nothing to worry about.", you reassure her, giving her shoulder a light squeeze and she huffs.

"Maybe, but Perry said-"

"Perry says a lot.", you quickly interrupt her, not wanting the thought to marinade too much in her mind and giving her a reason to be afraid. "And you know that he can get a bit paranoid sometimes."

"I know, I know." A sigh leaves her lips as she fidgets with her hands. "But I've heard talk from others too."

"Cora, don't." Your voice is filled with resolve. "Listen, why don't we have a drink tonight? After my shift here? We'll talk, hang out and just think about other things."

For a moment is looks like she is about to argue further about the topic, but then she nods slowly and you feel a victorious smile spread across your face.

"I'll see you at the saloon then.", she answers and squeezes your hands before leaving the hotel again.

Right after that, something stirs in the corner of your eyes and you see Lilian, your coworker. Her shoulder is leaned against the doorframe leading to the back where the bathing rooms are.

"Got a customer in the back, askin' for a deluxe bath. You free?"

"Of course."

With that you get to work.

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18+ MDNI ADULT CONTENT

Got a figure like a pin-up, got a figure like a doll.

“But Maiiii!”

“Don’t even think about it. You know you’re gonna hurt his feelings.”

“I won’t, I promise! He’s real cute, I could never do that to him.”

“You mean weird? I’ve only seen him talk to Yuuji, and that’s saying something.”

“Well, maybe he just needs a girlfriend! Ya know, a woman’s touch.”

“Babe, the second you try to touch to him, he’s gonna cum on himself.”

“That’s not bad, right? That just means he likes me!”

Mai scoffed and walked towards class, you following behind a puppy. You were a pretty girl, for sure. Always wearin’ sparkly lipgloss, your hair was always in a cute style but always down, had to show off your hoop earrings! You usually wore a little locket necklace, which had a little pic of Choso in it, but that’s really creepy, right? It sat on top of a pink shirt that you made sure your tits always looked great in, just in case he was lookin’. Then your miniskirt gave a sneak peek of your ass and your winter boots you lovedddd to wear with leggings that you were hoping he was getting an eyeful of. It was tough when you were in class with him; you raised your hand to answer a question, hoping he’d perk up at the sight of your new manicure. Sometimes, you’d wear a perfume that smelled like cake; you could tell he liked it; he’d always stutter when he walked past you, conveniently moving your hair so the scent would fly in the air towards him. Then there was your skin, always wearing a nice lotion so your legs looked smooth as you crossed them over one another or stood before the seminar to answer a question on the board. You usually ask someone to pick something up for you and never touched a door either; you pretty much knew it was because every guy wanted to fuck you, so you ran them around like your puppies, and they’d run back to you with a lollipop or something like that, which you made sure to suck real sexy when Choso was around, in case he ever wanted to be the lollipop.

It's not like you wanted him to pay attention or anything.

Don't care if you think I'm dumb; I don't care at all.

“Hey, Choso! What’s up?”

He obviously hadn’t heard you, so you put your hands on his desk in the library and squished your tits together, leaning over a bit to look at him. A little cleavage was always effective, right?

“Hello, earth to Choso, you there?”

“Sorry, could you repeat that?”

You made sure to wear a really short skirt, which was totally cute, but every guy on campus was getting the wrong idea. You’d worn it to see Choso, which worked ‘cause he was looking at the little piece of your thong you’d left out for him to see. You just had to tease him a little.

“I said, “Hey, Choso! What’s up?””

“Oh, sorry. Not much, how about you?”

“Oh, nothin’; saw you were sittin’ alone and wanted to come say hi; that okay?”

That was such a shitty excuse. You really could’ve come up with something better, but it seemed to work anyway! He sat to the side of the seat, sitting his hand in the empty space.

“Yeah, that’s fine. Uh, wanna take a seat?”

“Sure! So, whatcha workin' on?”

“Oh, I’m just studying for the statistics exam.”

“That class is super hard! I feel like I’m not getting any of it.”

Fuck, was he catching on yet? You really couldn’t think of another reason why you two would be alone; you couldn’t even convince your professors to let you work with him on a project.

“I could, um, tutor you if you want.”

“Really? You’d do that for me?”

You perked up, hand touching his arms, tits bouncing as you shifted towards him in the seat. You were so excited you could barely keep it together, but you had to act totally fine in case he was onto you. Which really, you wanted him on you.

“Yeah, it’s no problem.”

“Perfect, when are you free?

“Uh, I’m free after classes; what about you?”

Fuck, you had a lot to do. When did you get so busy?

“Hmm, well, I have a sorority meeting at six tomorrow, so that probably won’t work, but then, ooo, I have cheer practice on Thursday, ugh, and I can’t forget Nobara’s party on Friday!”

“So, Wednesday?”

“Perfect! We’d just have to do it after my nail appointment at 3.”

He looked at your nails. Was there something wrong with them? Maybe you should’ve pulled this charade afterward.

“I think your nails are nice like that?”

You were blushing now, bringing a hand out before you two.

“Ya think so? I was thinking of changing the color. I’ve changed my mind since last week.”

You got a call from Mai! Damn, you wish she wasn’t still upset with you. Happily, you answered it.

“Hey babe, what's up?”

“Not gonna believe it! Nobara got this big-ass AirBnb for this weekend. It’s totes cute; gonna look at it for our meeting tomorrow. Anyways, I gotta go, going shopping; I’ll send pics!”

You felt super bad; You’d interrupted your and Choso’s conversation to talk about sorority stuff. Hopefully, you didn’t annoy him.

“Sorry about that! She had to tell me about this crazy thing one of our sisters did.”

“Sisters?”

“Yeah, like in our sorority, silly! Anyways, gotta blast, but I enjoyed our chat!”

You pulled a pen out of your purse along with a piece of gum; after unwrapping it and putting it in your mouth, you grabbed Choso’s hand, writing down your phone number. 

“There ya go, put it in fast so it doesn’t wash off. Bye, cutie!”

With that, you walked away. He looked so cute, blushing all hard; hopefully, he texted you. You probably looked pretty dumb, but who cares? You were gonna spend some time with him, so your plans could get rollin’.

Candy bear, sweetie pie, wanna be adored.

“YOU GAVE HIM YOUR NUMBER?”

“Yes, but it’s because he’s tutoring me!”

“So, you and him, alone. “Studying”.”

“Yes, Mai. “Studying”.”

“Bullshit, you’re gonna fuck him!”

“Am not! I have some self-control, ya know.”

When you told Mai about the exchange earlier, she was convinced you were making a bad decision.

“So then, what if he wants to fuck you? What happens to that self-control?”

“It gets thrown out the window, and I let him fuck my brains out, duh.”

Mai looked you up and down, giving you that look. You scoffed and lay on your bed; damn, you would be doing your statistics work if you actually knew what you were doing. A ring came from your phone, practically jumping at it.

“Hey. It’s Choso.”

You jumped around your room, squealing. He had actually texted you! Not that you didn’t think he would, but he was always super standoffish so he might’ve wiped it off. But nonetheless, you texted him back.

“haiiii <3 wednesday still good? :3”

“Yeah, what time?”

“let’s do 5, kay?”

“Sounds good.”

“yay! See you then :p.”

When Wednesday came around, you were super nervous all day. Mai teased you for it, saying there was nothing to worry about; you guys were only “studying.” You had seen him in class, but today, you gave him a wink as you walked by, hoping he’d like it. Fuck, you were such a klutz! Smoothie all over your shirt; not like that was such a bad thing. It meant you could change into something cuter, something that would really catch his attention! It made you super late, though. You felt so bad, showing up 15 minutes late, but you sucked it up and knocked on his door anyway. Choso opened the door for you, but you were still panting. God, get it together!

“I'm so sorry! I spilled my smoothie on my other top, so I had to change, then I ran over as fast as I could! You’re not too mad at me, are you?”

“You’re fine; come in.”

“Ooo, thanks!”

You walked into the room, giving him a smile, then bent over to set your purse and books, hoping he was pervy enough to get a view. You’d stayed down there for a while, giving him enough time to get a good look, then you got up and turned around, and he was blushing! Maybe he’d seen your lacy pink thong. But you weren’t thinking about fucking him, right?

“Somethin’ wrong?”

“Uh, no…let’s get started.”

An hour passed, and you were shocked at your level of resolve. He was helping you this whole time, and all you could think about was the tent in his pants, wanting to take care of it. But you promised Mai you’d chill, so you did.

“All done! I think this is the best I’ve ever done! Thank you so so much!”

You wrapped your arms around him, bringing him in. You pulled back from him, still hugging him, as he looked down into your eyes. You let go and giggled, walking over to get on his bed, sitting back on your hands, legs slightly open as your chest poked out. Mai would probably be mad, but she’d have to understand, right? You just needed him, really bad.

“Hey, Choso?”

“Yeah?”

“I need your help with something.”

“What’s up?”

I'm the girl you'd die for.

As he approached you, you put your final fears to the side. You had full confidence he wanted you, and you were gonna act on it.

You opened your thighs to him, panty-clad pussy on full display.

Awe, he was so red! To be fair, you had just shown off your pussy to him, practically asking him to touch you there, and you were ready for it. You pulled him forward by his shirt, his face up to yours.

“That is, if you wanna.”

He dropped to his knees, positioning himself on the floor between your legs, both draped over his shoulders as he pulled you closer to him. You saw him get a good look at your thong; you knew you were soaked from being next to him for so long. He brought his hands up your legs; the feeling of his fingers made you shake all the way up to your hips, where he flipped your skirt up. He grabbed the edge of your panties, backing up to pull them down your legs. You opened up a little more for him, soaked pussy on full display, letting him spread your lips apart, precum dripping out of you. He was in shock, and it was so sexy. He looked like he was in love with just the sight of your pussy.

Choso brought his lips down to yours, lapping up all of your juices, then fucking his tongue into you. Damn, he felt so good! You started moaning his name and arching your back as you gripped his sheets. He brought his tongue to your clit, circling the bud slowly, and god it had you whimpering.

“Choso….”

You felt so fucking good. He brought his fingers up and slipped them inside you, making you groan loudly. You could tell this was probably his first time eating pussy, but when he curled his fingers, it felt soooo good and you just had to tell him!

“Fuck, right there, don’t stop!”

He pumped his fingers in and out of you as your body jerked, begging to cum. You were so blissed out, happy you were about to cum from his tongue. It came hard, fingers gripping his hair in a way so you could find some sort of stability. And fuck, as you came down, you rutted your pussy against his tongue, mouth still opened and eyes rolled back.He left you panting on his bed, half-naked, back still arched. As you began to come back to earth, you sat up on your hands again, pussy most likely staining the sheets, but it would be okay, right?

“Come here.”

You were serious now. You didn’t wanna be so harsh, but you were literally gonna die if you didn’t feel his dick inside you immediatley. You opened your legs so he could position himself between them, kissing him intensely now. He brought his hand up to your tits, groping them through the fabric of your shirt, pinching your nipple once he found it, you were getting so wet. He ruts his hips against yours, making you groan into his mouth. Fuck, he was so hot, you were gonna lose your-

I'll chew you up, and I'll spit you out.

Your phone fucking rang…and you knew it was Mai. With a pout, you walked over to his desk to grab your phone.You tried to act as normal as possible when you answered the phone, you couldn’t make it too obvious Choso just had a mouth full of pussy!

“Hey, hey!”

“Hey babe, emergency house meeting! Maki didn’t put in the order for the catering for rush next week, so everyone’s coming together to think of a back up. Need ya here, like yesterday!”

You were pouting now, tilting your head to the side as you talked to her.

“But Maiiii, I’m doing something super important!”

“Important, huh? Is that important thing fucking Choso? Either way, bring your ass over here before anyone gets suspicious.”

“Ugh, fine, but you owe me! See you in a bit.”

You hung up the phone and walked over to him, a sad look on your face as you wrapped your arms around him and nuzzled your head into his chest.

“You gotta go?”

“Yeah, but I really don’t want to!”

“It’s fine. You should be ready for the test on Thursday.”

You bent over to pick up your purse and books again; hoping he’d really get a good look at you this time. You hadn’t put your panties back on, instead leaving them next to his bed for him to find later. You put your heels back on, getting on your tiptoes to kiss him on the cheek.

“Bye, cutie!”

“Um, bye.”

It’s like you couldn’t get him out of your head; every time you tried to focus on the meeting, he was there. Before you laid down for bed, he texted you, letting you know you forgot them. Hmmmm, what should you say?

“oopsie :3 consider them a gift ;)”

'Cause that's what young love is all about.

So pull me closer…

“YOU DID WHAT?”

“Maiiii, please don’t be mad!”

“Let me get this straight, you fucked him?”

“No, yes, well, not exactly. I, you know…”

“Awe shit, you sucked his-”

“NO, MAI. Not that I wouldv’e been opposed to it.”

“So, what did you- Holy shit, he ate you out!”

You became flustered, you told her about your sexual encounters all the time, but it had been so long since you got any, plus she already thought Choso was weird.

“Yes, he ate me out.”

“YOU MOTHERFUCKER!”

“Mai, I’m sorry! Like don’t be mad at me though, it felt really good and technically that was only second base, right? Or third? Either way I didn’t fuck him, yet.”

“Sorry, sorry. It’s not like I don’t support you, but a guy like that? He probably came on himself.”

Now, you’d told Choso you were busy, but that didn’t stop you from wanting to see him again! You guys had seen each other around the halls; Thursday, you gave him a wink every time you saw him, and he’d return it with a blush and grin. But then, you realized he hadn’t texted you. Wouldn’t he wanna see you again? Especially if he enjoyed it as much as you think he did. You were nervous at this point. What if you were over-analyzing things? Just a quick fuck to get each other’s rocks off? Then, unfortunately, the thought came to mind that he probably just thought you were pretty and dumb, which hurt your feelings real bad. I mean, you couldn’t help it; spontaneous oral from the guy liked for months now. But, fuck, you missed him.

And kiss me hard!

The party could be heard down the street; it was pretty lit tbh, a large house with at least eight bedrooms, a pool and basketball court in the back, and balconies on almost every window. As you walked through the house, part of you wanted to find Choso and get a real answer as to why he had ghosted you. That was until a guy from your brother fraternity walked up to you.

You held a cup of punch, but what you were wearing was kinda flashy. You hadn’t bothered to wear a top, just your string bikini covering your tits, which to be fair, wasn’t doing a very good job of covering them up. Then there were your shorts; the underside of your ass on display, but when you and Mai picked them out, you bought ‘em just in case you saw him. You were leaning into the guy, trying to hear him over the speakers. He was kinda creepy. Obviously drunk as he tried to talk to you about some speed dating thing they were about to throw, and apparently you just needed to be there. You knew he was getting an eyeful; he couldn’t even make eye contact with you because he was too busy staring at your chest, which you wouldn’t be opposed to usually, but he wasn’t Choso, and tbh, he was the only one you wanted to look at you like that.

This dude made some shitty joke, you giggling to save face and not embarrass your sisters. That’s when you see Choso walking in your peripheral vision. OMG, he did come! But as happy as you were, he looked kinda pissed, or maybe you were trippin’? You gave him an awkward smile as you turned. That was until Choso grabbed your arm.

“Gonna borrow her right quick.”

What the fuck was he doing? Choso led you up the stairs as you rushed to keep up, spilling your drink a bit. He looked for an empty bedroom, walked you into it, and locked it behind him. What was his deal?

“Choso, what the actual fuck?”

“What are you doing, huh?”

“What am I doing? What am I doing? Motherfucker, what are you doing?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, you haven’t talked to me in days. Then you pull me in here, like I’m the bad guy or something, fuck, did eating me out mean anything to you?”

“Of course it did! I haven’t texted you because I wanted to give you space!”

“I could’ve made time for you! I don’t wanna hear your shitty excuses as to-”

I'm gonna pop your bubblegum heart.

Your sentence was cut short by Choso pulling you into a kiss. Some nerve he had, not talking to you for days, then coming up like he owned you or something. You were fucking mad at him, sure, but you wanted to fuck him more than anything. So, you let him lay you on the bed behind you, mouth coming to kiss you, even deeper this time. He pulled back to undo your top, allowing your tits free, ready to go to town.

“So, who the fuck was that?”

He brought his lips down to your nipple, sucking it as you moaned softly. He was totally killing the vibe.

“A friend, what are you, jealous?”

He sucked the other one, massaging your tits as you watched him. You knew he was, like why else would he be asking? That kinda made you feel good though, he was willing to put up a little fight for ya, huh?

“Depends.”

“On?”

Choso began to move his way down, sucking the skin of your stomach as he brought his hands down to hook into your shorts. He had them down to your ankles, pulling them off of you, you were so fucking excited, as pissed as he was, his mood was real cute.

“I’m your friend too, no?”

“Something like that.”

He undid the strings on your bikini, throwing them somewhere in the room. He brought his face down to you, kissing your inner thighs to tease you.

“You let all your friends eat your pussy?”

I'm Miss Sugar Pink, liquor, liquor lips.

You couldn’t answer his question, body reacting to the kitten licks he was giving your clit. You really liked it when he fucked you with his tongue, and you were practically in love when he pressed his tongue harder on our bud. You missed the feeling of your pre-cum on his lips, but it was cut short when he pulled his face back, teasing you.

“Answer me, princess.”

“No, I don't.”

It’s like something woke up inside of him. His face was back on you, fucking his tongue into you as he pinned your hips down, watching you squirm from the pleasure. The pleasure you never wanted to stop.

Choso picked up the pace of his tongue, his fingers finding their way to your pussy, curling them as he sucked on your clit. One hand still on your hips to keep you still; it’s not like it really mattered though, ‘cause you came real hard. You bucked your hips into his touch, moaning his name as you let him suck you through your high. He pulled up to look at you, smirking as he started drinking your cum, thumb on your clit. You were on fucking fire, still recovering from before, and now he was bringing you up to his face. He pinned you down, devouring you instantly.

He’d brought his hands up to rub your nipples between his fingers while you fucked his face. You didn’t know where all this nerve came from, presumably because he’s made you cum twice now, the third one about to join. But you honestly didn’t give a fuck. If he had the balls to eat you as good as he was doing, you could care less. Because his tongue was just too damn distracting. You began to grind your pussy on his face, not even considering his ability to breathe; it’s not like he was concerned about it. You were moaning his name lover and over, he pulled them out of you more frequently as you felt your body giving in again.

“Choso, I’m, I, fuck!”

Hit me with your sweet love…

Fuck, he was so good. You couldn’t help but fall over as he kissed you, soft and sweet. With a careful hand, he brought your leg up, pulling it away from the other so he could get in between them. Your body was practically begging him, waitin’ so long for his touch. As he began removing his clothes, he continued this little conversation. It was really pissing you off.

“Hm, that doesn’t make sense then, does it?”

“You’re more than a friend, Choso.”

At this point, he’d taken everything but his boxers off, bringing his body back up to sit on top of yours. He kissed you as he fingered your pussy again, making you squirm under his touch, he was making you feel a lot of things you hadn’t really felt before, definitely more than your vibrator had done. He brought your cum out of your pussy, rubbing it over his dick as he looked down at you.

“More than a friend, huh?”

Choso kissed your neck as he slid his dick in, holding your hips as he rolled his into yours. He was painfully slow, pulling out to sink back in. Fuck, it was torture.

“Yes, Choso! Now fuck me, please!”

“No problem.”

He slammed his hips into yours, you couldn’t hlp but groan his name, making him grip you tightly as he fucked you, forehead meeting yours so he could look you in your eyes.

 “When was the last time you got fucked?”

“Months ago.”

“So, you decided you just wanted me to eat your pussy one day?”

He began that slow pace again, what was he a fucking detective? You decided to just tell him the truth, hopefully then he’d shut the fuck up.

“No, I liked you for a while! Thought you didn’t like me ‘til I met you in the library!”

Guess that satisfied him, ‘cause he hit that sweet spot inside you as you moved your hips to meet his, hands brushing through his hair as he gave it to you right where you needed him. You pressed your tits against his chest as he fucked you into the bed, practically screaming his name every time he’d give you a hard thrust.

“I want you, princess.”

To be fair, you hadn’t really entertained any of the guys who wanted you; they’d just ogle you, but you wanted someone who’d claim you. Make you his. And Choso was doing it. He fucked you like no one had ever done before, sucking hickeys all over you that you were sure you didn’t have enough concealer to cover up. Then, there was the way he’d moan into your ear. Sometimes your name, but mostly baby, princess, beautiful. He was taking you higher and higher, and you didn’t wanna come down.

“Then, I’m yours.”

Steal me with a kiss.

That made him feral. He fucked you faster, keeping your hips still so he could fuck you how you needed it. Your body was practically begging to cum again, all but throwing yourself at him. Finally, you came, gripping his shoulders as you moaned his name into the room, eyes rolling back and mouth wide open as you came for the third time that night. You honestly didn’t know you had it in you; he was right behind you, gripping the headboard as he fucked you through his orgasm, whimpering your name as he fell to pieces inside you, your hands just falling to your side, too fucked out to move.

I'm gonna be your bubblegum bitch….

Choso fell beside you and looked over; you were pretty damn tired; he made you cum over and over again, like a song on repeat. He’d helped you put your clothes back on, carrying you down the stairs and out to his car, getting you in it and starting it.

“Ima take ya home, okay?”

You perked up a little, grabbing his arm and wrapping around it. No way you were going home! Why’d you wanna go back there when you could sleep with your boyfriend?

“Wanna go home with you!”

“Whatever ya want, princess.”

He gripped your thigh as he drove off, returning to his dorm. He carried you to his room, helping you get into one of his t-shirts, such a good guy, makin’ you feel all safe. Both of you in the bed, he pulled you into his chest as you got comfortable. You look up at him, smiling a bit as you yawn.

“Night, baby!”

You kissed him quickly and laid back down, drifting off to sleep.

Consider this mission complete ;)

I'm gonna be your bubblegum bitch!

♱ the song used in this story is bubblegum bitch by marina and the diamonds. 🖤

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Case Files Pt.2

Simon Riley "Ghost" x UN lawyer Reader

TF 141 receives a visit from a UN prosecutor working at the ICC. This overworked prosecutor is trying to build a case against war criminals and must team up with them to catch these criminals. Along the way, they may even catch feelings for a brooding soldier. slow-burn, M/F, cursing

>> Part 1

Months had passed since the last confrontation between Task Force 141 and the UN lawyer, who had left their mission in utter disarray by arresting Leopold. Task Force 141, now back in their usual routine, was gathered once again in the same briefing room. The air was thick with the preparation for their new mission. Ghost leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, his mask reflecting the room's dim light. Soap sat beside him, tapping his fingers on the table in an impatient rhythm. Gaz, ever the calm one, observed them both while Price stood at the front, casting a glance at the door every so often.

Laswell’s voice crackled over the speaker, as she started the briefing. “All right, gentlemen, today we’re being called in for an operation in Lebanon. Our target is an arms dealer with deep ties to black-market weapon trades across Europe and the Middle East. The objective is to take him down and dismantle his network of contacts and clients,” she explained, her tone steady.

Soap leaned forward. “Right, so what’s the catch? Seems simple enough.”

“Simple?” Laswell chuckled darkly. “Not exactly. This time, the UN wants direct involvement. They’ve assigned an attorney to accompany you. Their goal is to ensure any evidence you gather will hold up for an international prosecution.”

Soap leans over to Gaz whispering “What the chances of it being the li’le lass from last ti-,”

The door creaked open, and in walked ____, the same woman who had arrested Leopold months before. She wore the same crisp suit, her demeanor equally unyielding, though there was a slight tension in her shoulders. As she entered her gaze met Ghost’s, and he narrowed his eyes under the mask, the sense of annoyance already brewing in his mind. He wasn’t the only one; the entire team looked taken aback.

“Thanks, Soap,” Gaz says in annoyance before Price clears his throat towards them signaling them to shut up. “Sorry cap,” both Saop and Gaz say. Once Price turned back to the center table Gaz shoves Saop in the side. 

Laswell continued, undeterred. “Gentlemen, meet _____. She’ll be joining you in the field to help secure solid evidence against our target.”

Soap snickered quietly, leaning toward Ghost with a whisper. “Back again, huh? Bet she’s thrilled to be workin’ with us.”

Ghost rolled his eyes, muttering under his breath. “Don’t see why we need a suit in the field.”

_____’s lips tightened as she caught the comment, and she addressed the room in a clipped tone. “I’m not thrilled about it either, but orders are orders. My goal is the same as yours—to put this man behind bars, not just take him out. I’m here to make sure every piece of evidence we collect is admissible. That’s it.”

Price cleared his throat, attempting to defuse the tension. “We’re all on the same side here. _____, I trust you’ll stay out of the way when things get… heated.”

_____’s eyes flashed, her voice steady. “As long as the evidence remains intact, I’ll give you the space you need to do your job.”

Laswell’s voice broke in again, her tone a bit softer. “Everyone here has their part to play. Work together. This arms dealer has slipped through the cracks before, and if we’re not meticulous, he’ll do it again.”

The room fell silent, each of the operatives turning to look at one another with various shades of reluctance and tension. Gaz leaned forward, breaking the silence with a low voice. “Fine. Let’s just make sure we’re all on the same page when things kick off. We all want the same outcome, so let’s keep it that way.”

Price nodded, grateful for Gaz’s level-headedness. “Well said, Gaz. Let’s get to work, then.”

As they filed out of the room, Ghost’s gaze lingered on ____. She met his eyes, her expression cold but focused. He grunted under his breath and followed the others, his mood simmering. This mission was going to be anything but simple, it was going to be a right pain in his ass. 

~A short while after the meeting~

_____ POV

“Sir, respectfully, I don't understand why I am doing fieldwork, that's not something we do!” I say on the phone to my superior, Clarkson as I stand outside the meeting room in the hallway. 

“I know but we need all the evidence and help we can get on Tarek. He has been eluding us for too long and every time we get any type of evidence he somehow finds a way to destroy it. Just bear with it for now you'll be fine” Clarkson says in a stern but understanding voice. 

Clarkson has been my superior ever since I joined the UN law sector. He is a good man and has always been there to help me in situations. Iv looked up to him in a sense I guess. He always is just amazing with his work never losing a case and always being the most confident person in the room. I just don't understand why he would send me of all people to do this. Like seriously I'm not a soldier! I am a lawyer goddammit! I cry in my head till I answer back with a simple “i understand” in a defeated tone. 

“Just stay safe. I'll be checking in on you to make sure and hear of your progress. And ____ stay safe out there don't put yourself in any unwanted situations.” He says before saying goodbye and hanging up.

I sigh leaning my back against the wall and looking up at the ceiling before giving myself a little pep talk. “You can do this ____, just show these guys that they can't walk all over me.” hump I smile to myself “Not even that brooding skull dude” I keep smiling at myself as I continue to gaslight myself. 

“Just stay out of our way, suit,” a low gruff voice says from the side of me.

I freeze. Without turning my body I move my eyes to the left of me to see the dude I most definitely verbally called brooding a minute ago. 

“HOLY FUCK” I scream jumping at least a foot away from him as I see him just standing there next to me. “WTF you can't just sneak up on people like that what the hell and why are you trying to listen in on my call or something!” I yell at him as I place a hand over my heart trying to find my heartbeat.

“Last time I checked you don't own this hallway and it's your fucken fault for taking a call right outside of the briefing room. And a word of advice: stay out of our way unless the only evidence you and your superior will end up with is a dead lawyer,” he says as he moves closer to me looking down on me to try and intimidate me.

“Is that a threat?” I glare back up at him.

“A warning,” he says as he shoves past me pushing me to the side in the process. As he continues down the hallway.

That asshole…..THAT COMPLETE ASSHOLE. I CAN'T BELIEVE HE SAID THAT TO ME.

As he rounded the corner down the hallway and disappeared from sight. in all my 4 years of law school maturity and glory, I raise both my hands and flip him off before turning down the opposite way. 

“ Just stay out of our way meh meh meh. Prick” I say grumping going down the hallway. I need a raise after this shit. 

Hey all here is part 2 actually came out faster than I thought I would type it out but had a burst of energy lol. chapters will be getting longer from here on out since I can play with it more. The next one will probably come out at Thanksgiving time.

well, I hope yall like it :)

also really love all the support I've been getting from everyone it's so nice if anyone has requests more than happy to do them.

also master list coming soon

[sambi-bambi]

mild-mannered prison bf vs ill-mannered prison bf

PAIRING: sam winchester/dean winchester WORD COUNT: 603 CONTENT WARNING: wincest (no smut!)

"don't worry, sam. i promise i won't trade you for smokes." dean pouted his lips just so like he was making some great oath to sam, but the twitching at the corners of his mouth gave away the laugh he was trying to stifle.

sam, on the other hand, wasn't so amused. his gaze shifted left and right over the cafeteria before he leaned forward onto his elbows, voice dropping. "hilarious. this is the dumbest thing we've ever done, y'know that?"

dean rolled his eyes up to the ceiling, swallowing down the fat bite he'd stuffed in his mouth. "yes, sammy, i get it. you've said it like a million times since you first found out. but our buddy needs help, and we ain't gonna leave him hanging."

"yeah, well," he sniffed, scowling. "it wouldn't be leaving him hanging if we didn't put ourselves in jail like dumbasses. we could've found a different way."

"there is no other way to do this. you know that."

when sam just gave him an unimpressed look, dean leaned forward and put a hand on sam's thigh under the table. "dude, we'll be fine. seriously. there ain't nothin' we can't get out of if we're workin' together."

"i still think this is dumb," sam muttered, muscles flexing under dean's hand. "just... let's split up at yard time. we'll look around, talk to the inmates, and then we'll meet up again in the bathroom."

જ⁀➴ ⏱ ⏭

the bathroom is empty save for them, both tucked away from the view of the entrance and almost huddled to prevent the echo from carrying their voices far enough to be heard.

"what'd you find out?" dean asked, eyes constantly moving to check the entrance. "anything?"

"there was a nurse here way back, nurse glockner," sam whispered. "she used to kill the prisoners in the infirmary. she was killed in a prison riot."

dean nodded, brows furrowed low over his eyes. "so, basically... we gotta get to that infirmary."

"yeah," sam nodded. "without getting ourself institutionalized for self-harm."

"sounds like a cake walk," he grinned. the expression dropped off his face moments later at the sound of heavy footsteps making their way into the bathroom. boot-clad. guard.

in a moment needing split-second decision-making, dean, the genius big brother he is, made a decision. a decision that happened to be curling his fingers into the front of sam's ugly orange jumpsuit and yanking him down into a kiss.

the tension in sammy's posture was like a cord suddenly pulled tight, but it only lasted for the most fleeting of moments, his entire stature melting down and hands settling on dean's hips. they were kissing. brothers. kissing.

it almost felt like they were meant to do this, their lips fitting together like puzzle pieces. spit-slick sliding made it a little messy considering it wasn't really coordinated, but it seemed like it worked enough for the guard who just cleared his throat. "let's get back to where we should be, gentlemen," he ordered gruffly, retreating footsteps echoing against the tile again.

when they pulled apart, both of their eyes were widened and their breathing was out of sorts. it took them a few long seconds to blink away the shock and get their hands working enough to pull apart, both of them nearly tripping over themselves to pull apart. "uh..." dean said, summing up both of their mental states at the moment.

"let's, let's not talk about this, yeah?" sam offered, head tilting to the left like a puppy. it shouldn't make dean's lips tingle again.

dean nodded, smoothing down his jumpsuit. "uh, yeah. yeah. sounds good."

[jjscrybaby]

𝑻𝑹𝑨𝑪𝑲 𝑻𝑾𝑶 💿 — 𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒔

daryl dixon x fem!reader | hurt & comfort | (sad!reader, mentions of death, reader has hair, kissing.)

honestly this doesn’t really correlate to the song at all but it’s the idea i got from listening to it so hope you enjoy anyways!

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Months felt like years in an apocalypse, days like weeks, weeks like months etc. You needed to breathe, yet you never felt like you had the chance. Anything you got was taken away — the prison, your people, your optimism.

Back when you were a kid, when life was calm and the dead stayed dead, you could always look on the bright side. You and your friends were in an argument? Everything would work itself out. Your mom lost her job? She didn’t like it anyways. Your parents split up? You now got two Christmases!

Even when the outbreak first started, and you lost your family and found a new group, you still kept a smile on your face and tried to keep spirits high. You wanted to make the best out of a bad situation, and for a while it worked. But, slowly, your smile has become strained and your happy-go-lucky mood has shifted into something the complete opposite.

“You alrigh’?” You jumped in surprise at the gruff voice that came from beside you, so lost in your own world you hadn’t even noticed him walking over. “Shouldn’t zone out when y’ur sharpenin’ that thing.” He nodded to your knife.

“I didn’t,” you murmured, putting it down next to you on the porch swing.

Ever since your group arrived at Alexandria they’ve been happier, finally having a place to call home; a place with running water, comfy mattress and safe walls at that. Even Daryl’s started to relax, he still gets to leave the gates to recruit so he’s not going stir-crazy anymore. You don’t feel the same, you’re just waiting for this to be ripped from your grasp.

“Mhm,” he grunted, sitting down next to you.

“I didn’t know you were back yet. Thought it was meant to be tomorrow,” you said softly, looking over at him. He looked dirty, in need of a shower, a warm meal and a nap.

“Yeah, trail went cold so Aaron decided we should head back,” he explained, eyes boring into yours as if he was trying to read your mind. “You ain’t happy I’m back?”

“‘Course I am,” you argued, giving him a soft, nowadays rare, smile.

You weren’t entirely sure what you and the archer were. You slept in the same bed most nights, he came to say goodbye to you specifically every time he left the gates, on the road he carried you when you were too tired to keep moving. But nothing had happened. Sometimes his hands would linger on your lower-back, or he’d hesitate as he pulled away from a hug as if he was going to kiss you, but you still weren’t sure.

“You okay?” He asked quietly, narrowing his eyes slightly at you. He hadn’t failed to notice the bags that were growing under your eyes, or the far off look in them as if you were somewhere else entirely.

“I’m fine,” you nodded. “Gonna get started on dinner, it’s my turn to cook.”

“Want help?” He offered.

You just shook your head. “You need to rest up, been on the road for three days.” In reality, you were afraid he’d ask if you were okay again; you were already close to bursting into tears.

The next few days were the same, him sticking close to your side when he wasn’t working and you brushing him off every time. It wasn’t that you didn’t want him around, you always wanted him around, but you weren’t good with opening up. Maybe it was because you’d never really had to before, you hadn’t let things get to you like this.

You were sat on the bed, folding laundry to put away, when the door opened and Daryl stepped in. “C’mon.”

“Huh?” You questioned, looking up at him in confusion.

“Jus’ c’mon. You ain’t workin’ today, made sure of it. Got somethin’ I want to show ya,” he explained, nodding his head to the side.

“I am working—”

“No. You ain’t. Told ya, I made sure of it,” he argued. He stepped towards you, holding his hand out. You reluctantly took it, unsure what he was planning.

You’d figured he was showing you something inside the gates, so when he kept ahold of your hand and lead you towards his bike you felt your confusion growing.

“What’s going on?” You asked softly. It was nearly sunset, you were pretty sure it was November time so it was cold too. It wasn’t an ideal time to go on a supply-run.

“Jus’ gotta trust me, okay? Can you do that?” He said, a small amused smile on his lips.

You nodded your head, because you did trust him. You trusted him more than anyone else, and that was what scared you. What would you do when he inevitably gets bit on a supply-run? He leaves the gates more than anyone else, he’s the most likely to get hurt.

He helped you onto the bike and got on in front of you, your arms wrapped around his waist and Rick opened the gates. He sent a nod in Daryl’s direction, one you didn’t know the reason behind.

Daryl set off down the empty streets, not saying anything as he drove. You weren’t sure where you were going, but you had a feeling he wouldn’t tell you if you asked. He stopped abruptly, on the side of the road next to the woods. He climbed off and then helped you.

“You’re showing me the side of the street?” You asked, looking around as if someone was going to jump out with a camera like they used to do on those prank shows.

He huffed out a laugh, shaking his head. “Can’t ride through the woods, c’mon.” He held onto your hand and his bike, leading you through the trees.

There weren’t many walkers about, but you still tensed up when you heard the familiar groans. You’d spent months out here with them, in their territory. Every time your old friend’s faces would swarm your mind, the people you’d lost along the way.

It was about a fifteen minute walk, but soon enough an old cabin came into view. You tilted your head, looking up at Daryl. There was a small smirk on his face, his thumb rubbing absentmindedly against your knuckles.

“Found this on mine and Aaron’s run,” Daryl explained, leaning his bike against the wall. “Checked it out, nothin’ dangerous inside.”

You let out a hum, still feeling utterly confused as he lead you up the rickety steps and pushed open the door.

It was cosy inside, the front door lead right into the living room where there was a stone fireplace with the supplies for a fire already waiting beside it, an old, dusty leather couch with a blanket thrown over the back. The shelves were already ransacked, whether that was from Daryl or someone else that had been here previously you weren’t sure but that was the usual nowadays.

“Why are we here, Daryl?” You murmured, looking back at him as he forced the door closed.

He didn’t say anything for a moment as he stepped over to the fireplace, throwing firewood inside before pulling a lighter out from his pocket. It took a few tries, but soon the room was filled with an orange glow. He turned back to you, beckoning you over to sit beside him.

“I figured you could use a night away,” he explained quietly, leaning back against the couch as you crossed your legs next to him.

“Why?” You muttered, suddenly feeling very defensive.

“You may be tryin’ to hide shit, but it ain’t workin’. Not with me, anyways. I know you, darlin’. Know that you’re strugglin’ at the moment,” he stated, hand resting on your knee.

Tears brimmed your eyes, biting down on your bottom lip to try and stop them from falling. He noticed instantly, wrapping his arm around your shoulders to pull you into his chest.

“I’m scared,” you admitted croakily, a sob breaking through.

He shushed you, stroking a hand through your hair as the other ran up and down your back comfortingly. “I know. I’m scared too. But we can’t let it get to us, this is how shit is now. Gotta be okay with that.”

“How can you say that?” You sniffled, gripping onto his t-shirt. “I’m terrified that we’re gonna lose Alexandria, that more people are going to die, that you’re going to die. I don’t know how much more of this I can take.”

“Hey.” He moved you backwards, rough hands holding your cheeks to force your teary eyes to look into his. “Nothin’s gonna ‘appen to me, can promise you that. And… maybe we will lose more people, maybe we’ll lose Alexandria, but you’re always gonna have me. Gonna have me to take care of ya, when things get bad.”

Your lip quivered, you’d held your tears in for so long that it felt like they were never ending. He wiped all of them away, leaning down to kiss your cheek. You turned your head, lips inches away from his. The two of you breathed each other in, staring into each other’s eyes as you waited for the other to make the first move. In the end, you weren’t sure who it was that connected your lips; your brain went to mush the second they touched.

One of his hands stayed cradling your face, the other moved to wrap around your waist to hold you close to him. Yours moved to loop around his neck, breathing heavily against his lips. You had to pull away, going dizzy from the lack of air after minutes — that felt like hours — went by.

“Believe me now?” He murmured, words going right into your mouth from how close you were.

All you could do was nod your head, giving him a love-sick smile. He smiled back at you, a rare sight, and pulled your head to lay back in his chest.

“And next time, you gotta talk to me. Don’t want you feelin’ like this by yourself,” he said softly, gently running his fingers through your locks.

“I will,” you reassured, cuddling close to him.

“Everythin’s gonna be alright,” he whispered, arms tightening briefly around your body.

For the first time in awhile, you believed that maybe he was right. Everything was going to be alright.

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♥︎ you and satoru are teachers at jujutsu tech.. what could go wrong? ♥︎ - fem!reader x satoru gojo

warnings // !!MDNI!! semi public sex (reader n gojo are in the supply closet), quicky, praise, breast fondling, nicknames (sweetie, love, baby, ect.), gojo fingers the reader :P , unprotected sex, humiliation(?)

notes // you two are in a secret relationship bcs yk.. whats better than secret relationships right?? megumi is the only one who knows because of gojos big mouth. anyhow, hope you enjoy ♡ ! wc: 1.6k

synopsis: gojo cant help himself around you when you look so serious and professional.. so whats the harm in a little fun in work?

you and gojo were teachers at jujutsu tech, teaching the first years about cursed spirits, techniques, weapons and what not.

the milisecond you had applied for the job after years of killing cursed spirits yourself, you didnt know what sorts of mess you were getting into. bickering, arguing, constant chatting was NOT something you wanted to hear your whole life mostly every day. although gojo had a way of making you feel better durring those horrid days.

as you were in the middle of flipping through endless paper work, your hair tied up in a bun and those glasses of yours falling off every now and then as you rest your cheek on your hand. your hand began to feel like mush, your handwriting getting sloppier and unreadable. as you were just drifting off to sleep, the sound of the door sliding wide open, the clacking of shoes came hitting the dark wood floors.

“someones workin’ hard.” satoru walked over to your desk, kneeling down, resting his head in his arms and on your table with a smile. “c’mon sweet stuff, hate to see ya working so hard..” he gave a pouty expression, his blue eyes boring into yours.

“you know i have work to do, ‘toru.. and plus, what if we get caught? then what do we do?” you shrugged, rubbing your temples, clearly agitated at the moment.

satoru rolled his eyes, glancing around the room as he got up from the position he was in. and there it was. a storage closet. satoru pointed his thumb into the direction of the closet, but before he could bother getting one measly word out, you shut him down.

“we are NOT going in there, and we are not having sex. can’t you atleast see i’m a little occupied??” great. now you were agitated and horny just at the thought of it. your panties were slightly soaked already, but you refused to admit something like that.

“c’mon baby, please..? for me.” satoru groaned, slumping his walk toward you as he crouched down at your chair, placing his head on your thigh. you sighed, glancing down at him. he always knew exactly what you wanted. even if you didnt exactly tell him.

satoru started rubbing the insides of your thigh, awaiting your answer with a small whine. and in what position were you to refuse him? you were horny and upset. what other ways to clear your mind than sex? your eyes rolled over to his, looking at him so helpless and needy. “fine. 15 minutes, nothin’ more, nothin’ less. i dont want complaining either, ‘toru.”

satoru immediately stood up, motioning a zipper on his mouth, locking it, and throwing away the key.

as soon as you rised from your chair, he picked you up as if you were a feather, wrapping your legs around his waist. satoru carried you over to the storage closet. it was lit by one small lightbulb at the top of the ceiling, flickering as it got turned on.

as much as you’d love to have sex with satoru, the most of your worries were the first years coming in and looking for you two. what if they looked in the closet? or maybe even heard your moans slipping from your mouth and into the filth of the situation? and—

your thoughts were interrupted by satoru kissing the crook of your neck, peppering small kisses on the back. soft hums left your throat as you moved your head more to the side. you held satoru’s cheek, carressing it as he continued planting his kisses.

his hand slithered up to the buttons of your uniform, one by one becoming undone. satoru’s mouth left your neck, cocking his head to the side as he looked at each button snapping off. you undid the bottom half, taking off the jacket. satoru didnt even bother undoing each button when it came to the white top you wore. your bra was practically showing through the clothes anyways.

few seconds later, he ended up using his cursed energy to rip that top in half. the breeze hit your back, shivering as goosebumps formed. “‘toru! you dont have to keep ripping my clothes apart.” you snapped your head back at him, giving the other a grouchy look.

satoru rolled his eyes at your reaction, unzipping his pants. “you aren’t gonna let me do all the work, are you?” he leaned back on a shelf, looking down at your ass while you slowly slid down your panties, leaving yourself wet and bare for him. satoru smirked at the sight before him, a hand trailing up your thigh and to your cunt.

two fingers entered your pussy, searching for that same spot that had pleasured you countless of times before. a moan slipped past your lips immediately. with an arched back, you looked back at satoru who was clearly getting off at your small whimpers and moans, along with the sounds of his fingers thrusting in your cunt.

as he continued to thrust his fingers in your pussy, his hand slipped down to his boxers, jerking himself off at the sight of you. “sshit baby, you look so perfect..” he whispered underneath his breath, rolling his head back.

“mmphf.. ‘toru.. just put it in please..” the thrusts were rhythmatic and relentless. satoru knew your insides like the back of his hand. suddenly, his fingers dug deeper into your cunt, making you throw your head back in pleasure, covering your mouth to prevent any louder noises.

your eyes were almost crystal clear, faint sniffling was heard while you whined out satoru’s name. as each thrust dug into your insides, the more it slowly killed you that satoru wasnt inside by now.

satoru rolled his head back as he continued jerking himself off. soon, his hand left his cock and went up to your bra, unclipping it as he continued to press into your cunt. “good girl.. so fuckin’ wet f’me..” he whispered in your ear, slightly bending your body down as he leaned on you.

he fondled with your breasts and continued thrusting his fingers into you. the more that this continued, the more you found yourself shaking and whimpering his name pathetically. “mmnh.. ‘toru please..” your cries for satoru was like music to his ears.

satoru pulled down his boxers, slowly edging into you. his hand made his way to your mouth, sticking the two fingers he fucked you with down your throat.

just as he was about to spout out some nonsense about how good you’re taking him, three sets of footsteps came into the classroom. the two of you could hear faint talking and desks moving. though you two knew exactly who they were.

nobara, megumi, and yuji. you looked back at satoru but he only smirked, starting to thrust into you slowly. you moaned onto his fingers, trying to keep yourself silent from the pleasure you felt.

satoru’s hand left your breast, holding your hips in place just so he could thrust into you all the more deeper and faster. “hha.. i wonder what the students would think if they saw you like this..” he said it with such intention as if he were actually gonna open the door and fuck you raw infront of them.

you shook your head, your mind fuzzing up at the little things. you could barely take note of what he was saying.

satoru cocked his head to the side, looking at your face which had droop dripping from your chin. “perfect.. mind if i take a picture?” you didnt even have to answer. he already knew whag you were gonna say anyways.

he pulled out his phone from his back pocket, taking a selfie with him kissing the back of your neck, and you completely fucked out of your mind. of course as satoru was.. he forgot to put his phone on silent.

a flash came on, blinding your eyes but you were too mindless to care. click! .. you immediately looked at him, your mind breaking from the sudden trance you were in.

“did you hear that?” yuji looked over to the closet, looking around at megumi and nobara to see if they had heard that same click sound.

“i did now that you mention it, it came from over there didnt it?” nobara pointed over to the closet, looking at the slightly opened door. it was cracked open just enough for them to stick their eyes through and look around.

satoru chuckled, whispering down to your ear. “i wonder what that noise could be..” he said as he continued thrusting after a little while of being silent and still. his hands gripped at your waist as you tried to match his pace without making so much noise at the same time.

as yuji and nobara got more curious about the click sound, they got closer and closer to the storage closet.

megumi glanced at the two, looking at his phone, walking up behind the two. “c’mon, gojo said we gotta meet him outside in the front.” as if. satoru was still fucking your brains into mush, praising each part of your body. he started to whisper small ‘i love you’s. he grew close to cumming, begging you to cum together as if you havent already.

“please baby.. f’me okay? together.” he whispered under his breath as you nod, satoru smiled at your agreement, cumming inside of you right after. you were completely drained and leaking. you could barely stand at all really.

satoru helped you with your clothes, giving you his white button up, putting back on your jacket. as soon as the both of you were done getting changed, he sat you down back at your office.

“see you at home, baby, dont be late.” he said in a cheery smile as he waved goodbye. you smile and nodded back, realizing what else you didnt have on. your panties. you sighed and hit your head on your desk. panty stealing thief.

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The Sound Of The Stars English Translation

EPISODE 10/14

Thinking, Around Spring 2 Years Ago In The Handicraft Room

Mika: I’m back~

(I’m so tired today my body feels like it's stingin’ and I feel like I’m movin’ so clumsily.)

(I’ve been workin’ at my part-time job at campus alot lately, I wonder if ma’ body has reached it’s limit…..?)

(But to have funds for Valkyrie I need to make more money

…..

(Huh, I was distracted for a bit)

(I can’t waste time here I need ta’ go home with Oshi-san as soon as possible…..)

Sorry for bein’ so late today, Oshi-san. You should go home quickly and relax…huh?

Oshi-san where are ya? I guess I’ll go home alone today, right..?

(I was probably too late and you got angry with me. I need ta’ apologize to Oshi-san when I get home.)

(.....but, just for a bit. Oshi-san can wait Im too tired, i’m gonna rest for awhile..)

(I did my best today, if I just hurry home later I can talk to Oshi-san…)

Yawn…it’s already dark outside. I can’t keep waitin’ for Oshi-san

…..It’s been a while since I’ve seen the night sky like this

The moon looks bigger than usual. The stars are also shinin’ so beautifully I can’t help but fall in love the ‘dem.

Those stars, how beautiful would you be if I could see it closer

Nnnah~ Oshi-san when will we reach them?

How long am I gonna keep workin’ hard like this….I dont know…..

…..

Shu: Kagehira.

Mika: HiiyAaA!? Oshi-san, yer’ still here?!

Shu: …..

Mika: S-sorry, to keep ya waitin’

I had alot of part-time work to do today, my body feels so tired so I took awhile.

But I earned money for Valkyrie, the fund-raising for our revival is goin’ okay~!

Shu: …..Noisy.

Mika: Nnnah! I’m sorry for the bein’ noisy Oshi-san. I know how much you don’t like bein’ annoyed.

Let’s just go home, it’s late the others at home will be worried…

What’s wrong, Oshi-san? Yer’ grabbin’ onto my clothes…..?

Shu: Want…..

Mika: Want? Is there somethin’ you want Oshi-san?

Shu: …..Is there anything you want?

Mika: Hm? Yer’ askin’ what I want, Oshi-san?

Shu: …..It doesn’t matter whether its a wish or something.

Mika: Nnhahh~.....If ya just suddenly ask me somethin’ like that, I can’t think of somethin’

Why did ya suddenly ask such a thing….Ah!

(Could it be that, Oshi-san heard me talkin’ to myself before?)

(If that’s the case, you idiot! I can’t make Oshi-san worry about me too much! Oshi-san has enough to worry about…)

Uhh…you dont hafta’ do anythin’ for me, just take care of yourself okay?

Shu: …..

Mika: (Agh, if I dont say somethin’ Oshi-san won’t like it)

(What I really want is, to be with you, upon on stage again as Valkyrie.)

(But, Oshi-san hasn’t gotten better yet, I’ll just ask for somethin’ simple.)

(Even If I do, Oshi-san will elaborate on my idea and think of more stuff)

(If I ask for somethin’, won’t it burned Oshi-san…..)

Aaa, that's right! The night’s beautiful today

Shu: …..?

Mika: Heh, I thought of a good thing to ask ya

Oshi-san, since I was young I’ve had a dream

Shu: Kagehira, dream…..

Mika: Is it cool? I’ve always wanted to go to space!

I had this dream since I was a kid, I wanted to see the beautiful stars closer than anyone has ever seen

Shu: I see…..

Mika: Ahaha, it’s hard even for Oshi-san to make this dream come true

I don’t really care it’s just a stupid dream from when I was younger

I can’t think of anythin’ else right now, sorry Oshi-san

Shu: …..

Now Present Time, Somewhere In Italy

Shu: Now, that I think about it. Kagehira told me it was impossible back then.

Nagisa: …..?

Shu: I wonder what you’re thinking, Ran.

During that time, I was left useless thank’s to you and Fine, all because I was kicked under my feet.

Oh, how scary! Even though it’s been long since then, I have never forgotten about the pain!

Nagisa: ……What are you talking about all of a sudden?

Shu: I heard it from you before, didn’t I? Why did I allow Kagehira to go on a space trip?

Nagisa: …..I heard it was Mika-kun’s dream for the future since he was little.

…..I wondered why it was Mika-kun’s dream to go to space. That’s when I learnt that Shu-kun wanted to make Mika-kun’s dream come true.

Shu: …..I haven’t been told why that is his dream.

However, it’s still doubtful wether Kagehira really wished to go to space.

I just wanted to thank Kagehira and I happen to be in a good whim during then.

I know Kagehira knew that, so I knew to not stretch this out while on a whim.

During that time, I didn’t care much for others.

That’s why Kagehira told me to not focus on his dream, he told me to focus on myself.

Nagisa: …..It’s not strange if Mika-kun did think like that.

…..But this is just a guess from what Shu-kun is thinking. I have no choice but to ask Mika-kun himself what he was thinking during that time.

…...If you're so curious, why don’t you just ask him yourself?

Shu: He doesn’t remember when it happened anymore. And for some reason, Kagehira won’t contact me anymore.

Until just a few days ago, I had received a report from the others.

Yesterday, I contacted Kagehira, but he still has not replied.

Nagisa: …..Like Shu-kun, Mika-kun is very busy. Maybe he’s so focused he hasn’t noticed your messages.

Shu: It could be that, the report I received did say he was struggling with his English…..

…..Well, that’s okay. If Kagehira is studying hard, I will not disturb him.

However, in order to proceed with the music, I wanted to hear what Kagehira thought about it.

Nagisa: …..You want Mika-kun’s opinion?

Shu: Just for reference. The ‘universe’ theme should be ok for Kagehira.

The theme this time is difficult, it’s the reason why I haven’t been able to produce far enough it’s a irritating feeling.

I hope I can get motivation soon. I’ve been touring historical landmarks across Europe with you but I still can’t think of anything.

Nagisa: …..Sorry Shu-kun for not being as knowledgeable.

Shu: No, I saw many views and had ideas because you were here with me.

But, it’s as if there’s something missing inside me that can’t be filled. What is the missing piece?

As long as I get it, I think I can map out this story with no problem.

Nagisa: …..Theres only a little bit time left, I will use my wisdom to get this sorted out, let’s do our best.

Shu: I know, with my pride of an Itsuki, I will create this song.

shu and mika confidence differences😭agh pains me to see shu post festival

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Guns and Knives | Aldo Raine x gn!reader

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: ̗̀➛ When you notice Aldo using his knife during a fight, it brings up some complicated feelings, and it makes you want to learn more about the way he wields his weapon.

trigger warnings: ̗̀➛ graphic depictions of violence, blood, gun violence, knife violence, swearing

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You were all but snuggled into a burrow, shrouded with bushes and using the mud-clay mix of dirt to pad your rifle as you used the iron sights; it was a tactic that you had been using since the winter, and Aldo had seemed impressed enough with it.

Completely submerged in the ground and using it to cover yourself and your gun so that it didn't give away your position; the Nazi scum never saw it coming, and you always knew to aim for the jaw.

Watching bits of bone and sinew and tissue and muscle rip and shred open as it was flung away from the connective pieces. Watching them gurgle and choke on their own blood, most of them still alive when the Basterds cut off their scalps.

Most of them still struggling and able to feel every fucking movement; it was a mercy, really. Much kinder than what they deserved.

Still, from your almost underground nest, you could see Aldo clearly; he was using his knife, slashing and hacking through limbs as blood and bits of flesh stuck to his clothes. Your heart raced as you watched him, and there was an odd feeling of heat on your face; it was odd, as it made your hands shake slightly and it caused your legs to feel weakened.

You clenched your jaw to try and shake it away, but it only left when you looked over at your next prey; he skulked through the bushes, readied with a pistol, but he didn't even get the time to load it as you pulled the trigger and, with help from the iron sights, shot a bullet right through his eye.

It squished as it exploded in the socket, and hung loosely from a strip of tendon for a moment before he finally fell and hit the ground.

You looked over at Aldo again, and felt the same funny feelings that you had done before, and clenched your jaw tightly; maybe it was that river water that you had drank a few litres of upsetting your stomach, but for whatever reason, watching Aldo out there with his knife was making you a little bit funny.

With the last of them finally being scalped, though, you dug yourself out of your burrow, and sat on a rock as you cleaned the dirt out of your rifle and tried to take your mind off of the things going on around you; you didn't even notice Aldo come and sit beside you, watching you every few moments when he was sure that you weren't looking.

"You did good today," he said eventually. "Them tactics you're usin' are workin' real well."

You nodded hurriedly, not sure why his praises made your heart skip a beat and force your stomach to knot itself like wire at the end of a fishing pole. "Thanks, L.T."

Aldo nudged your shoulder gently as he smiled, wanting to shake his head fondly but deciding against it. He swallowed thickly, and cleared his throat. "Now you know that I don't do none of that formal bullshit. Aldo works fine."

"Well, yeah, but-"

"Don't call me L.T. again," he said softly. "You sure you don't wanna get a scope for that thing?"

You nodded again, flicking out bits of dirt that cascaded into a small pile between your boots. "Yeah. Scopes just get in the way, and iron sights make it easier to aim anyway."

"Huh," he hummed, wiping his knife off on his trousers. "Maybe you'll have to teach me one day... I ain't never been much good with, erm, long distance. Too much fuckin' around."

"I'd be okay to teach you," you agreed quietly, not really sure why you felt so fucking nervous about saying it. "I can start tomorrow, if you want, but..."

"But?"

"Well, you with your knife today," you shrugged. "You... it was really impri- impressed, and I, erm... I dunno, it looked really good."

Slowly, Aldo nodded, and held his hand out for you to shake it. "If you teach me how to use that fuckin' thing, then I promise, I'm gonna show you how to do it."

"I couldn't-"

"Deal?" He pressed, and when you shook his hand, he almost felt like he had been struck by lightning. He grinned. "Deal it is... we'll start tomorrow. Start with basics and- tell you what, why don't we just call it a date, huh?"

Your eyes went wide as your mouth suddenly went dry. "Huh?"

Aldo laughed as he shook his head fondly at last. "Listen, I've been meanin' to ask you for a fuckin' long time, but we ain't exactly had the fuckin' time, so... why not make it a date? I know it ain't fuckin' fancy or nothin', but-"

"I, I would like that..." you admitted with a rushed few small nods. "Really, I would."

He stood, and nodded at you curtly as he slipped his knife back into its sheath and winked at you. "Keep up the good work. You're the best fuckin' sniper I ever met, and I think... maybe even one of the best Basterds... Donny still countin' your kills?"

You nodded. "Yeah, he's keeping a tally... why?"

Aldo beamed with pride as he puffed his chest slightly. "Whatever you got today," he chuckled. "You're gonna more than fuckin' double it by the time I've taught you how to use a knife the way I do."

"Wait..." you stood, and smiled awkwardly. "Aldo, can I ask a favour?"

"Sure."

You rubbed the back of your neck, and laughed unevenly. "Can I, erm, can I sit with you later? Just us?"

He looked around for a moment, then shrugged. "I don't see why not... why?"

"I just..." you let out a sigh. "You're so good with your knife, and I know it's a date, but I could really use a quick rundown on the proper... handling, I guess."

He laughed for a moment, then nodded. "Sure thing. Ain't no problem, not for you. Anythin' you fuckin' want, you just ask, alright?"