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In which Neighbour!Choso gets you off with nothing but his speakers??? 18+
(loosely continued from this drabble)
‘Come? ;)’
That was what the note read on his window. You didn’t know how long it had been up for, but you knew it was for you. It was your thing; sending each other messages on the window. At least, since you caught him jerking off with his curtains wide open and he caught you watching.
And when your neighbour — the grunge, bass guitar playing hottie — asks you for anything, you do it.
So, you hurriedly fixed your hair and makeup, double checked your outfit was cute and rushed to your door, slowing down once outside so no one saw how desperate you were.
He was waiting in his garage, alone, instruments set up and guitar strung over his torso. Choso wore only a black shirt with a print on the back, merch he got from a concert years ago, and ripped jeans. His nails were still chipped, his unruly hair in pigtails and piercings glinting with the midday sun.
When he saw you approach, he smiled, wide and unreserved. It contrasted with the fact that his first words to you weren’t, ‘hey’ or ‘how are you?’, but rather, ‘good thing you’re wearing a skirt.’
And that’s how you found yourself in your current position: sitting on his large, extremely expensive speaker, watching Choso bite his pick as he tuned his instrument, and a little confused as to what your skirt had to do with anything. “What exactly am I supposed to do?”
Shrugging, he replies, “Sit there and be perfect. I just want to play you something I’ve been working on.”
You love when he plays music just for you. It’s one of the reasons why you’ve always had a crush on him; he knows how to make a girl feel special.
Giddy, you wait for him to start. A mischievous cock of a brow your only warning.
Choso plays majestically, like he always does — nimble fingers press and pluck strings expertly, instinctively, as if he was born with a guitar in his hands. It’s been a point of envy, for as long as you’ve known him, how passionate he is. Intimate, enchanting, and bewitching don’t even begin to cover how amazing it is to watch him play.
You’re not the only one who thinks so; girls often flock to his garage when he and his brothers are playing. How far they get from there though, you don’t know and are too scared to ask. You like to think you’re the only who’s actually seen the inside of their home, who’s been allowed to play with little Yuji, or has actually stepped foot inside Choso’s bedroom.
He bites his lips, arms flexing, showing off distinct veins and you think it’s downright pornographic. The way his hips move too, grinding against mahogany wood, has you captivated, leaning over to get closer, to feel the heat he exudes, to feel his muscles flex and contract, wishing it was you he was holding close to his body.
Something is different, however.
He isn’t getting lost in the music like usual.
No, he’s not staring at the note sheets or where his fingers are dancing on the instrument. He’s staring right at you, watching you squirm. You gasp.
The vibrations…
They’re reverberating in your body, almost as if you could feel him inside, touching and groping, teeth scraping and piercings prodding where you’re most sensitive.
“S-stop,” you breathed out, jaw dropping. But he can’t hear you over the pounding music.
Choso groans, head thrown back and playing a particularly heavy riff. It runs straight through you.
That bastard had impure motives.
Every note, every thrum, high and low, goes straight to your clit. Bolts of lightning sparking dizzying desire inside you, settling in the pit of your stomach, and tickling the peaks of your tits. You’re panting, unable to tear your eyes away from him. He commands attention, always has when he plays. Whilst being mild, bored and brooding is his default setting, he’s dominant, electrifying, and downright sadistic on stage.
You thought he didn’t know he switched at all, but now, you realise, he's always known exactly what he was doing.
How long had he been planning this?
How did he know exactly what chords to play to have your eyes rolling back? What strings to pluck to get your toes curling, thighs shutting tight, and fingers gripping the edge of the speaker?
Garage door still wide open, you can’t seem to find it in you to care that the neighbours across the road might be watching, that they might know exactly what you’re doing on the speaker, and what’s about to happen. Somehow, the weight of eyes on your body only urges you on.
“Oh god,” you rasp, chest heaving.
You don’t notice it until it’s too late — your hips grinding against the wood of the speaker in time with the way he subtly grinds his cock against his guitar. He holds it firmly, but tenderly, hands so in tune with the curves and ridges, and you wonder if he’d hold you the same, or if he’d be more punishing.
His tongue is poking the inside of his cheek, pierced brows furrowed in concentration, strands of hair sticking to his forehead. He’s never looked hotter.
The literal climax of the song is approaching. The notes are building, getting faster and faster. His fingers move at incredible speed, too fast for you to keep up with. Dark eyes dare you to jump off, to cut this short, but you don’t. You ride the speaker like it’s his fingers.
“F-fuck,” you moan out, back arching and thighs quivering. “Shit -ngh!- Choso.”
Your panties are soaked.
Distantly, you get why he was so ecstatic to see you wearing a skirt; there might as well have been no barrier between you and the vibrations he was feeding to your greedy pussy.
Bleary eyes opening, you pant, desperate to catch your breath. He is too.
Choso rolls his shoulders, a flush growing underneath the tattoo that stretches over his nose and cheeks, pierced tongue sliding out to lick his lips. He’s just as out of breath, a shudder running down his spine. It’s a familiar sight. One you see here and there, late at night, when he thinks he’s alone. It’s how he looks right after he’s…
That’s when you see it.
The dark spot growing in his jeans. You gasp.
He’s about to say something, but you don’t let him.
You run out of there faster than if you were being chased.
When you turn back just briefly, however, you don’t miss the way his fingers slide against the wet mark you left, nor how he brings it up to his nose at first and then into his mouth, all whilst never breaking eye contact. His wink’s the last thing you see before you run back home, embarrassed but so so turned on.
One cowardly peek at his window later in the day, though, has you smacking your forehead. It doesn't say 'Come? :)' like you initially thought. Instead, it reads:
'Cum? ;)'
Reader’s a pussy cause I would have asked him to fuck me with his guitar, record my moans and overlay it with the song so he can jerk off to it every night whilst I watch with binoculars but hey that’s just me tho
Synopsis: frat boy!gojo, your boyfriend, got himself blocked on all of your socials. it was his fault, even he knows that - spamming your girl with dick pics whilst she's studying for an important exam was only ever going to end one way.
you've practically forced him to resort to a means of communication he didn't know still existed. and well, he's gonna have fun with it.
Warnings: some sexual content, 18+, cursing, college au, can be read as a standalone but is a part of my EdenU au, gojo is dramatic, reader is done with him, reader is goth and female, established relationship, not proofread
Dear most gorgeous girl in the world,
You’re killing me.
Please unblock me on iMessages, Insta, Snap, Facebook/Messenger, Whatsapp, X (sorry Twitter or whatever liberal agenda you’re on now), Discord, Reddit, Letterboxd, LinkedIn, Spotify, and Tumblr. How did you even know I was stalking you on Tumblr? Do you have a girlfriend sixth sense? Like does your clit tingle when you realise I’m near? Cause my balls speak to me when you’re within a mile radius, like “yeah, boys? you feel her? where? lead the way!”
If you gave me a chance, instead of instantly blocking me (heartless meanie), you’d know I am very, very apologetic. I’ll stop spamming you my dick pics, even though you should be honoured to receive reminders of how hard just the thought of your name makes me.
Love,
Your sad big-dicked daddy :(((
Dear Gojo Satoru,
Clearly you can’t take a hint. Let me spell it out for you.
I.
Am.
Busy.
Leave.
Me.
Alone.
Unhappily,
Your girlfriend
P.S. Do not call yourself ‘big-dicked daddy.’ It upsets me greatly.
From: [email protected]
Subject: keep being mean to me please im close
Dear adorable goth baby,
You’re so hot when you’re being mean. I already know you’re frowning in that cute way that makes me want to smother you in kisses and you’re rolling your eyes so hard NGH!
I already said I’m sorry.
Please give me another chance.
I’m so damn bored I started playing spin the bottle alone in my room. I made out with that picture of you sleeping with drool down your chin. Picture You was even getting handsy. ‘Down girl!’ I said. ‘Bad!’
Stay tight,
Toru (not Gojo Satoru, that’s like a slur coming from you, very triggering stuff)
P.S.S. I am your big-dicked daddy tho I’m confused?
Satoru,
I gave you multiple chances when I asked you to stop and give me at least 5 hours to study before we go out for dinner and I entertain you, you giant freaking child. But no, you just had to hound me with your dick, like I was supposed to be dickmatised and persuaded to drop everything at your beck and call.
Fuck, I’m getting mad all over again.
Stop emailing me. You’re gonna see me at 7pm for our date anyways. You can last 4 more hours.
Yours not for long,
Girl who just wants to pass
Sweetiepie :(
I’m sorry.
I thought it was gonna motivate you to work hard. Pwease forgive me. Pwease? Towu is vewy vewy sowwy.
In fact, I’m so so so sorry, I’ll pay for dinner tonight. Scout’s honour.
Asking for mercy and forgiveness,
Your boyfriend no matter what
From: [email protected]
Subject: dinner? that the best you can offer?
You always pay for dinner. Last time I offered, you damn near wrestled me in the middle of the restaurant so you could get your card out first. We’re still banned from there, remember?
Btw, you were never a Scout, don’t play with me.
Dear love of my life who doesn’t understand how email etiquette works,
Of course I always pay for dinner — you’re broke and your family is destitute, I remind you lovingly. But even if you were as rich as me, or even richer (which isn’t possible, not to flex), I would still pay every single time. It’s the least I can do for reparations for the violence committed by my gender against yours. Plus, that restaurant sucked anyway — the owner is problematic towards immigrants and the servers don’t even know if the meat is locally and ethically sourced, like hello??? In the big 2025?!?
How’s studying going?
Do you need a snack or a smoothie to boost you?
I can drop by. Promise I won’t linger. I just didn’t see a purchase on my card for breakfast or lunch. Please don’t starve. If I can’t watch your ass jiggle when I hit it from the back, I’m gonna be devastated.
Yours most sincerely,
Satoru
P.S. You have to be a Scout to say Scout’s Honour? Crazyyyyyy
Dear Satoru (happy now?),
Please don’t remind me of my family’s shortcomings. You know I like to pretend I came from a normal background. And stop being more woke than me. It’s hot.
Studying’s fine, I guess. I think I forgot how to study. I’ve missed a lot of content too. If a certain someone hadn’t been clinging to me so tightly every morning, maybe I wouldn’t be so behind. God, you make my life so hard.
A smoothie and pastry would be lovely, actually. I can’t be bothered leaving my room to get some food. Just drop it off at the door and disappear by the time I open the door — if I see even a glimmer of white hair, I’m going to freak.
Thanks.
Love begrudgingly,
A girl who’s gonna fail her exam
Dear cutie,
I don’t cling to you that hard. You’re dramatic. I wonder where you got that from. And last I checked, we have a safeword you can use anytime to get me away from between your legs if you really wanted to get to class. But I like our game where you pretend you’re not just as obsessed with me as I am with you (I know you get all hot and bothered when I reference Marx, dirty girl)
Food’s outside babe. The line was stupid long and I ran into Fushiguro — remember the guy I told you has the highest body count on campus?
He’s in a relationship now and he’s so pussywhipped lmaoooo
Couldn’t be me.
Hoping you’ll stuff your face and get all the brain power you need,
Satoru
I told you to disappear before I could see you.
You didn’t have to kiss me and hump my leg you animal. My neighbours were NOT happy with the pornographic noises you made, asshole.
Yeah, I remember Toji. Cool dude. Always wearing gym wear no matter the weather and for some reason hates you. Don’t make fun of him for being loyal and loving to his girlfriend. You’re probably so much worse. I envy his girlfriend. She probably doesn’t have to put up with a yapper who spams her with dick pics.
Thank you for the food though. Very appreciated. What I didn’t appreciate, however, was the number and the smiley face on my drink. I already told you, if someone tries to hit on you, bark at them and tell them you have a girlfriend you worship endlessly.
Look:
Dear angry girlfriend I do in fact worship endlessly and beyond,
I’m sorry I didn’t follow your exact orders but I desperately needed a kiss from my girl. If I don’t get my daily dose, I wilt, like a rose. You know this.
And disrespectfully, f your neighbours. It wasn’t anything they hadn't heard from us before. Sensitive ears ahhh
About Fushiguro — he does not hate me. Why does everyone say that?
We’re actually besties. We’re like dumb and dumber, but dumber is him obvi. Plus, once he gets some shots in him, he’s super in love with me. I get more over the clothes action from him than from you lol
You never need to thank me for feeding you. I fear that’s like bare minimum. Get those standards up girl.
Oh and sorry about the drink. I didn’t even notice. Leave it outside your door and I’ll get you a new one. I’ll even make a scene and call the manager over. Maybe I’ll buy the store and get everyone fired. Just give me the word babe.
Yours forever,
Satoru
Dear my sweetest, most frustrating boyfriend,
Fine, I’ll forgive the kiss (I might have needed it too). And yeah, f my neighbours because the guy on my left loves playing Doctor Who Season 8 on repeat and on full volume every night like clockwork. It’s not even the best season!
Forget about the drink. Just don’t ever go back there again. Number and smiley face aside, the drink is abysmal and tastes like bog water. Pastry is great though. 10/10
You’d really make a scene for me?
Yours occasionally,
No longer starving girlfriend
Dear the Morticia to my Gomez,
I’d make a scene for you at the drop of a hat. I’d serenade you in malls, on campus, in a Michelin star restaurant, and in a lecture. Heck, I’d yell ‘BOMB’ in an airport if you asked me to – just maybe not an airport we frequent.
There’s quite literally nothing I wouldn’t do for you. If you didn’t know that already, then I’m not as great of a boyfriend as I thought I was. I will remedy that immediately, my goddess eternal.
Obsessedly yours,
Your husband in every way but legally (we can fix that)
Dear Toru,
Stop being sweet. It’s disgusting.
Come inside already. I’m done pretending I’m getting anything from the textbooks. I’m only giving myself a headache.
teaching loser bsf! nerdjo how to fuck, but he gets into it leaving you shaking.
you’d agreed to this out of pity, your bestfriend satoru, the campus freak with his wild white hair, taped-up glasses perpetually slipping down his nose, and that awkward hunch from hours hunched over quantum physics textbooks.
“i have a date tomorrow..” he’d mumbled, cheeks flaming red “and i… don’t want to screw it up, like, literally.” so here you were, in his cramped dorm room, textbooks shoved aside on the desk.
“okay, lesson one.” you said, stripping off your shirt with a casual flick. “gentle touches first, don’t just dive in.”
he nodded too eagerly, those piercing blue eyes usually hidden, wide and hungry behind his glasses as he fumbled with his own clothes.
his body was surprisingly toned under the baggy hoodies, lean muscle from all that cursed energy training he bragged about in class, but his hands shook when he reached for you.
you guided him onto the bed, straddling his lap to demonstrate rhythm, grinding slow against the bulge straining his boxers.
“see? build it up. tease her clit like this..” your fingers circled your own, showing him, but gojo’s breath hitched, his hips bucking up involuntarily, cock twitching hard against your thigh.
“like… this?” he rasped, voice cracking from disuse in anything but lectures, his hands, surprisingly strong, gripped your hips, mimicking your roll but with too much force, slamming you down onto him.
you yelped, but before you could correct him, he flipped you onto your back with a surge of that infinite strength he never shut up about. “wait, satoru, slow—”
no mercy, the nerd had cracked open a forbidden textbook, and now he was devouring the chapter.
he yanked your panties aside, fingers plunging in without warning, two, then three curling roughly against yourg-spot.
“you’re so wet already,” he muttered, fascination lacing his awe, glasses fogging as he pumped faster, thumb mashing your clit in erratic circles.
your walls clenched around the intrusion, slick sounds filling the room, but he didn’t stop to check—just watched your face twist, learning from your gasps. “does this… make you cum?.”
you tried to push his hand away, “c..calm down..” but he pinned your wrists with one hand as he leaned in, breath hot against your neck.
“no, teach me right, all of it.” his free hand freed his cock, fucking massive, veined and flushed, tip leaking pre-cum like.
he lined up and thrust in, no prep beyond his fingers, stretching you wide in one brutal slide, you cried out, back arching, the burn morphing into filthy pleasure as he bottomed out.
gojo turned absolutely feral, hips snapping with precision — deep, grinding strokes that hit every nerve, his cock dragging along your walls, bullying your cervix with each plunge.
“Ffck, you’re tight..” he groaned, voice dropping to a guttural whine, glasses slipping as sweat dripped down his temple.
he hiked your legs over his shoulders, folding you in half for leverage, pounding relentlessly, the bedframe rattling.
no gentle tutorial now, he was experimenting, tweaking angles, shifting to grind his pubic bone against your clit, then pulling out almost fully to slam back in, watching your pussy flutter and gape around him, creamy arousal coating his shaft.
“slow down — satoru, slow down!” you gasped, nails raking his back, but he just grinned, wild and unhinged, that loser facade shattered.
“can’t, feels too good.. look how you’re creaming on me.” he reached down, pinching your nipples hard, twisting until you keened, then smeared your own slick over them, nasty and possessive.
his pace turned punishing, cock throbbing inside you, veins pulsing as he chased his orgasm, yours came crashing first, walls spasming, milking him as you squirted messily around him, soaking the sheets.
but he didn’t stop, tlipped you onto your stomach, lifted your ass up, and railed you from behind, one hand fisting your hair to yank your head back, the other spanking your cheeks red.
“gonna fill you up.. you know…practice for tomorrow.” he panted with a sneer smirk on his lips, though his date was the last thing on his mind.
thrusts grew erratic, sloppy-wet slaps echoing, until he buried deep and erupted, hot thick ropes of cum flooding your pussy, overflowing in creamy dribbles down your thighs.
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“y’re a foolish woman,” sukuna grumbles as he looks down at your squirming form on his lap. you’re bent over his knee, ass up and raw from getting smacked.
“—a fuckin’ brat. that shit you pulled could’ve gotten you killed.”
you whine as his large hand harshly connects with your ass cheek once more. the flesh jiggles enticingly, two half-lidded pairs of red eyes hyperfocused on it. your eyes are teary and your legs tremble from the rough spanking you’re receiving.
“i’m sorry,” you pout, but don’t make any effort to move. you know that it will only get worse for you if you try to run. “it hurts, ryo,” you add with a pathetic whimper, which is followed by another harsh slap.
sukuna’s nose wrinkles and his eyes narrow. one of four hands grab ahold of your plump ass, kneading it to offer a moment of relief. although it borders on painful with the pure strength he puts in massaging the stinging flesh.
“it would’ve hurt more if that damn blade struck y’r back,” the king of curses reminds you of your reckless actions earlier that day. you had jumped in front of him to ‘save’ him from a madman who tried to assassinate him while on a stroll outside the estate. a pathetic attempt he’s used to facing on a daily basis. too many people have it out for him. foolishly so.
but to think you, a mere human, tried to be a hero and ‘rescue’ an immortal was even more laughable.
“i. . . i was just worried,” you huff and relax for a second. you know you could’ve died if it wasn’t for sukuna’s quick reflexes. he scolded you right after—manhandled and yelled at. you know it was partially because he was confused why you’d do such a thing for him; risking your fragile self for a monster like him.
a sudden sharp smack to your ass makes you yelp and tense up again. “worry about y’r damn self, human,” sukuna growls.
“am sorry!” you reply as you’re expected to - with an apology - your voice a bit more high pitched as another hand connects with your aching bottom.
silence follows again. it’s only broken by sukuna’s voice, this time quieter but still low and rough;
“. . . don’t do somethin’ stupid like that again. feeling that tightness in my chest was annoying.”
༉‧₊˚summary: welcome to my first ever kinktober! for the month of october my stories will be halloween themed such as: blood, vampires, ghostface (my fave), etc. i will also try my hardest to keep up with this schedule !! | mdni, and ageless blogs please don’t interact thank you!
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༉‧₊˚FIRST WEEK: VAMPIRE!CHOSO
summary: during halloween day, you’re babysitting your neighbour’s kid, yuji, and planning spooky activities. unexpectedly, yuji’s older brother, choso, shows up to help. when you cut yourself while preparing food, choso’s uneasy reaction to your blood reveals a darker, more unsettling side to him.
༉‧₊˚SECOND WEEK: GHOSTFACE!GETO
summary: you end up having to work a late night shift at the CD shop— a closing shift.. great. but things start to get strange once one of your coworker leaves for the night, all by yourself with- ghostface?!
༉‧₊˚THIRD WEEK: GHOST!GOJO
summary: after entering a haunted house at a halloween theme park with your friends, you discover the ghost of gojo satoru has trapped you inside. he thrives on your fear, turning the experience into a twisted game where each room presents chilling challenges that blend terror and desire.
༉‧₊˚FOURTH WEEK: STALKER!TOJI
summary: you and your husband invite your new neighbour’s, the fushiguros, over for thanksgiving dinner. after that night, toji starts helping around the house—way more than your husband. at first it seems harmless, but soon things get unsettling, with him showing up unannounced and watching you a little too closely.
༉‧₊˚HALLOWEEN DAY: TRICK-WHORE-TREAT | NEW!
summary: you and your friends were having a sleepover, playing with cursed objects that you randomly bought off someone thinking nothing of it, only up until you realize you’ve summoned the king of curses- ryomen sukuna.
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synopsis : as punishment, askeladd orders thorfinn to guard you, askeladds daughter, overnight. you try talking to him in the dark.
a/n : OMG WHY ARE THERE BARELY ANY GOOD VINLAND SAGA FANFICS?? i need good fanfics dudeee
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you didn’t need a guard.
especially not him.
but your father thought otherwise.
“keep her alive. that’s your punishment,” askeladd had said, tossing thorfinn a glance like it was a joke. “she’s more valuable than you.”
and so, thorfinn sat now outside your tent, knife glinting faintly in the moonlight, his profile sharp and cold. he didn’t move. he didn’t speak.
thorfinn’s presence was impossible to ignore, even in the quiet of the night. the pale light of the moon traced the hard angles of his face, highlighting the sharpness of his jawline and the tense set of his lips. his skin, slightly weathered from years of battles and harsh winds, held a faint sheen of sweat, a reminder of the relentless intensity that defined him. dark locks of hair, unruly and thick, hung in front of his eyes, occasionally brushing against the curve of his cheek like restless shadows. despite the stillness, you could almost see the storm inside him—an ocean of rage, grief, and something far more fragile that he refused to reveal.
his hands, calloused and strong, rested lightly on the hilt of his dagger—a weapon as familiar to him as his own breath. the blade caught the moonlight now and then, a quiet shimmer that betrayed the cold precision with which he wielded it. fingers twitching subtly, he never fully relaxed; every muscle seemed ready to spring into motion at a moment’s notice. the way he held himself spoke of a warrior born for battle, yet there was an unmistakable tension
he just watched.
and waited.
you lay awake, voice low but mischievous as you finally broke the silence.
“you hate this, don’t you?”
no answer.
you smirked to yourself, shifting beneath the blanket.
“don’t worry, i’m not that scary. though, you do look like you’re about to kill someone.”
still nothing.
“hey, do you even know what a smile is? or is that forbidden on guard duty?”
you heard a quiet sigh, but no words.
“you know, you could at least say ‘goodnight’ or something. it’s polite.”
no response.
“fine, be that way. i’ll just assume you’re practicing your brooding face. very intimidating.”
after a pause, his voice came, dry and low:
“i don’t have time for jokes.”
you laughed softly.
“sure you don’t. but hey, you’re stuck here with me all night, so you might as well try.”
silence.
“fine, be that way. i’ll just assume you’re practicing your brooding face. very intimidating.”
another pause.
“are you always this moody, or am i just special?”
you heard a faint shuffle as he shifted, but he said nothing.
“maybe if you talked more, you’d scare off the bad guys better. silent types are overrated.”
no reply.
“or are you waiting for me to fall asleep so you can sneak away?” you teased.
a deep breath, then his voice, rough but low:
“not a chance.”
you laughed softly
“see? you care a little.”
“don’t get used to it.”
“too late,” you said with a grin. “i’m already planning our next adventure — or at least figuring out how to annoy you more.”
he didn’t answer, but you thought you caught the faintest twitch at the corner of his mouth.
“you know,” you said, “guarding me can’t be that bad. you get to stare at me all night.”
“i’d rather stare at the moon.”
“sure you would,” you teased. “but i’m more interesting, right?”
his voice, almost a growl this time:
“don’t push it.”
you smiled, warmth spreading despite the cold night.
silence again, but something unspoken hung in the air between you.
“so, still planning to run off in the middle of the night, or have you finally decided i’m not worth the trouble?”
he didn’t answer, but the slight twitch of his mouth told you he heard you.
“you know, for a guy who looks like he’s about to stab someone at any moment, you’re surprisingly good company.”
a low grunt was his only response.
“that’s it? no clever comeback?” you teased. “i thought you were supposed to be the quick one.”
he shifted, boots scraping the dirt. “words are wasted on you.”
“ouch,” you said with mock offense. “you’re cruel.”
“i’m honest,” he muttered.
you laughed softly. “same thing, really.”
another pause, then you ventured, “you ever get tired of being so serious all the time?”
“never,” he said flatly.
“hm, sure,” you said, smirking. “that’s what i thought.”
he gave a soft snort, almost a laugh, but caught himself. “don’t make me regret this.”
“too late,” you whispered, but it wasn’t harsh. more like a challenge.
the night wrapped around you like a secret, filled with quiet words and stolen smiles. for all the darkness, it was the first time you felt the cold guard soften, if only just.
“so,” you said, nudging the tent flap open a crack, “what’s your next brilliant plan? stare at me all night until i fall asleep?”
“maybe,” he said, voice low but not unkind.
“well, you’re doing a terrible job,” you teased.
the night was deep and still, the only sounds the faint rustle of leaves and thorfinn’s steady breathing.
“hey,” you whispered, poking your head out of the tent flap. “you know, this guard duty doesn’t have to be so boring.”
he glanced at you, eyes narrowed but curious.
“what if we went and got some food? together,” you suggested, voice low and teasing.
thorfinn’s lips twitched like he was trying not to smile. “you want me to break orders?”
“maybe,” you grinned. “but think about it. it’s late, everyone’s asleep. no one would even notice.”
he shook his head, but there was a flicker of amusement in his eyes. “you’re reckless.”
“and you’re a little boring. perfect balance,” you said.
he sighed but took a step closer. “fine. but if we get caught, you’re explaining it.”
“deal.”
you didn’t move right away. you watched him, how the moonlight hit his face sharp and cold, like stone that didn’t know how to soften. and yet… here he was. agreeing to sneak off with you for something as simple as food.
“you know…” you let the words hang there as you walked beside him, voice low but teasing. “you agreed to getting food pretty quick. i think you like spending time with me. you just don’t know how to say it.”
his shoulders stiffened. for a second, he didn’t even glance your way.
“no,” he said finally, flat and blunt as always. “i just don’t want to listen to you complain all night.”
you smiled anyway, leaning forward slightly as if your grin alone could chip away at his walls. “sure, thorfinn. whatever helps you sleep at night.”
he said nothing, but you saw the twitch of his jaw, the barest flicker of something behind his eyes.
you fell into step beside him as he led the way through the quiet camp. the fires had burned down to low embers now, the silhouettes of sleeping men scattered in the dark. only your footsteps and the faint rustle of grass marked your path.
“you’re not denying it though,” you said softly after a moment.
this time, he did look at you. just once. his gaze was steady but unreadable. “i don’t need to.”
that stopped you.
the air between you shifted. heavier. warmer. like silence suddenly meant something.
for a heartbeat, you forgot what teasing even felt like.
then, as if remembering himself, he turned away again, cold and unreadable. “you talk too much.”
you blinked, trying to steady your voice as you caught up beside him again. “and you listen too much.”
his jaw tightened.
you smiled wider, choosing playfulness over nerves. “see? we make a good pair.”
he didn’t argue.
which, in thorfinn’s world, felt dangerously close to agreement.
you followed him down the small hill where askeladd’s men kept spare supplies. your footsteps were quiet, but your thoughts were loud—too loud. you shouldn’t have said half of what you’d said. shouldn’t have felt half of what you were feeling. he was only here because your father forced him to be.
yet… he stayed.
you let the silence linger, choosing to let him think you’d let the conversation die. but inside, you couldn’t stop watching him.
he moved like a blade—silent, sharp, efficient. every step was controlled, every glance a calculation. he didn’t waste words. didn’t waste anything.
except, apparently, time on you.
“where’s the food?” you whispered, scanning the small storage crates.
“there,” he answered simply, crouching near one of the crates and pulling out a wrapped bundle of dried meat and flatbread.
you knelt beside him, close enough to feel the faint warmth radiating off his skin. he smelled faintly like smoke and earth.
“you’re good at this,” you murmured.
he frowned slightly. “good at what?”
“taking care of things you don’t want to.”
his fingers stilled on the bread. you wondered if that was too much. too close to the truth he didn’t want to hear.
before he could answer, you leaned back, trying to soften the moment. “well, lucky for me, i’m charming enough to make it tolerable.”
“hm.”
“that was almost a laugh.”
“no, it wasn’t.”
“i think it was.”
“stop talking.”
you laughed softly, but your voice lowered, almost fond now. “make me.”
his hands froze on the food.
the silence came back—different this time. thicker.
you swallowed, glancing down. “sorry.”
he shifted, not meeting your gaze. “you’re… not like them.”
you frowned slightly. “who?”
“your father’s men.”
you watched him carefully. “is that a good thing?”
he hesitated. then said, quieter, “maybe.”
you didn’t realize how long you stared at him until he stood abruptly, bundle of food in hand.
“come on,” he said, voice low. “before someone wakes up.”
you followed, heart racing for reasons you couldn’t name.
back up the hill, you found a quiet spot behind a low tree where the camp couldn’t see you. you sat together, not quite close, not quite distant, sharing stolen bread under the stars.
you chewed in silence for a while, glancing at him now and then. thorfinn ate like he fought—quiet, focused, quick.
but something about the night, about sitting beside him with no one else around, made everything feel… different. like neither of you had to pretend.
“this feels like trouble,” you whispered softly.
he glanced at you. “it is.”
you smiled faintly. “good.”
he shook his head like you were impossible but didn’t move away.
the night stretched on, and for once, you didn’t mind the silence.
because even without words, you knew he was listening.
and for now, that was enough.
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