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Is This The Love (That I'm Feelin'?) Bob Floyd X Loot (PART 5)

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Summary: Bob goes back to Loot after a shocking revelation. Their desire for each other reaches boiling point.

This is a Bob Floyd/you fiction, you being 'Loot', short for Lieutenant.

Warnings: The F bomb, touching, grinding, kissing, fingering, handjob. 18+ only.

Word count: 2,473

You looked down at yourself, suddenly feeling a bit silly. ‘Let me just get something to wear.’

Bob gently took your arm as you made your way toward your room. ‘Hold on,’ he whispered.

Stopping in your tracks, you turned toward him. Cerulean blue eyes searching your face.

‘Tell me.’

You sat side by side in silence for a minute.

A carefully planned monologue curtesy of your friend was forgotten and a mess of words ran at him. Bob placed a hand on your knee, gesturing for you to take a breath.

‘We didn’t run away, let me just get that one thing clear. As soon as I turned eighteen, I told my folks I was marrying David. He was a close friend for a long time, we grew up together. And as soon as we married, we left that town and moved across the country. I joined the Navy and he got a job as an engineer. We never divorced and we never lived together.’

Bob nodded, he understood. ‘Why not just move, why get married?’

You cleared your throat, ‘My folks would never have left me leave if I didn’t have someone to “care” for me. Like I said, they had a fucked up sense of ownership. A woman can’t really have a life outside of domesticity.’ You smiled sadly, ‘it’s their way,’ you added.

‘And David?’ Bob had spent a lot of the last hour thinking about your husband, what he looked like, why he wasn’t in your life.

‘David’s a good guy. He’s pretty much still my best friend. That’s him.’ You pointed to a photograph on the wall.

Bob squinted at the wall you were pointing at, realising he’d left his glasses on your bedside table.

He stood to get a better look. From what he could tell, your husband was taller than you but all other features were blurred.

‘Why are you still married, after all this time?’

‘Divorce is expensive.’ You replied, shrugging.

Bob looked back at you. All anger and upset forgotten, you were earnest. You always had been.

‘I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner, I never wanted to hurt you.’

‘I believe you,’ Bob said simply, settling next to you. Opening his arms, resting his chin on your head as you moved in close.

Bob had thought about calling Nat, to run the whole thing by her and get her advice. But honestly, he didn’t want anyone else to know, it was your story to tell, not his. The last thing he wanted to do was completely ruin his chances by blabbing your business around the base. While he’d been out on the beach throwing rocks into the water and thinking over his next move, he decided that he was going to take his own advice; go back to you. That’s what he wanted so that’s what he did. Grabbing a small bouquet from the corner shop, he had knocked on your door, hoping against hope you’d still have him.

‘Any skeletons in your closet, Bob? Now’s the time to say somethin’, while we’re being honest.’

Bob shook his head slightly. You’d turned in his arms as he lay back, face to face, rubbing noses gently and sharing soft kisses.

‘Well, if you really wanna know, my family call me Robbie, it’s actually what I prefer.’

‘Oh, how come you didn’t say it earlier.’

Bob kissed your pouting lips. ‘I like how you say Bob. So call me whatever you want.’

‘That’s my deepest, darkest secret,’ He told you.

‘Nope, I know faces like yours. People always have something hidden, but I’m guessing all your hidden treasures are pleasant.’

You felt his chest rumble as he laughed. ‘Can’t wait to find out, huh?’

The knot in your stomach had loosened, finally.

‘Tell me what you’re thinking,’ he pleaded.

After a breath, pulling back to look at his face, his rumpled hair, you leaned back in, missing his heat against your chest. ‘I’m thinking you’re the most understanding, patient man on earth.’

‘I wouldn’t say that,’ he began interlacing your fingers together.

‘So you tell me what you’re thinking, Robbie.’

‘I’m thinking that I’m crazy jealous that I didn’t get to be your first husband. But I hope I get to at least be your boyfriend. Since we’re being honest.’ Bob squinted at you, wishing he had his glasses so he could make out your face a little clearer.

‘You really wanna be my boyfriend?’ There was a little teasing in your tone.

‘Mmhmm’, he nodded with such enthusiasm that you laughed, kissing him until both of you lost your breath.

It didn’t take long for your hands to roam under Bob’s pristine white shirt, your knuckles running slowly toward the happy trail you just knew would be there. His hips bucked up involuntarily when you moaned his name. ‘You can touch me. I need you to touch me.’

Bob had both of his hands on your face, holding you close to him, afraid that you would disappear into a wisp of smoke. He wanted these kisses to last forever.

But you needed him to touch you and god, he wanted to touch you too.

Tentatively running his fingertips across the naked skin of your shoulder and down, down to the base of your spine, finding his confidence again, he dipped his fingers into your panties and grabbed a palmful of your ass.

You gasped at the sensation, his hot hand squeezing your flesh while his mouth was greedy on yours. Heat was blooming in your cunt. One of your legs lay across the cushions and the other rested between Bob thighs. Shifting up during one of his ass squeezes, you took advantage of the position and began rubbing yourself against his crotch.

‘Oh you’re starting that, huh baby?’ His voice hoarse with need.

‘Feels good,’ you whimpered, sounding like a pathetic mess already.

Bob grunted, pushing his hips upwards and hitting your clit just right.

‘Keep doing that, don’t stop, please.’

‘I have to stop, I have to,’ he croaked, pushing you off him. ‘Lemme get my glasses.’

‘What the hell, why do you need your glasses?’ you asked him, exasperated.

Bob grabbed his glasses from your bedside locker, not even sparing himself a glance in your bedroom mirror. There was no time to check if he looked decent, he had left you panting and aching for him on your sofa.

‘Ok, I’m ready now.’ He grinned, watching you fall onto your back, your hair falling around your head like a halo.

‘You’re so beautiful,’ his words muffled as he kissed your jaw. ‘I needed to see you, really see you,’ Bob ran the back of his hand across your chest and down to where you wanted him most.

Fingers teasing at the growing wet patch on your panties.

‘I want to see how beautiful you are when you cum on my fingers.’

In a swift movement, he had pushed your panties aside, exposing your wet folds to the cool air. You bit your lip, a moan that would have made a prostitute proud escaped you anyway.

Bob looked surprised. ‘I haven’t even done anything yet.’

‘I know it’s going to be good. You’re definitely going to get me off real quick.’

Your mouth was watering at the sight of his bicep bulging as he began playing with you, his middle finger gathering your wetness and running along your slit to your aching bud.

Your hips lifted slightly when he entered a finger into your heat. ‘So wet,’ Bob whispered.

‘That’s all you, you make me so wet,’ if there was a slither of hope of you experiencing an orgasm with Bob’s fingers inside you without being an absolute babbling mess, it was disappearing fast.

‘The strong, silent type really get me going. Fuck me, you know what you’re doing with your fingers.’

Bob had added a second finger, bending them and grinding upwards until he saw your face shift, knowing then that he’d found the right spot.

This wasn’t his first rodeo, he knew exactly where women needed to be touched to orgasm, but he wanted this to be amazing for you.

‘More, please Bob, I want more.’

‘More fingers?’ he pressed, but you shook your head from side to side, guiding his hand to your breast.

Good Lord, he was gonna cum in his pants, the third time his cock would have betrayed him today.

Your hand laid over his letting him know how you wanted to be touched, so he held on to you tight as his fingers pushed in and out of you.

Bob licked his lips and dove in to mouth your nipple through your shirt.

Chanting his name, a wave of pleasure crashed over you, your walls squeezing around his fingers.

‘Robbie that was so good.’

‘Felt good to me too,’ Bob panted, sliding his hand gently out of you and your panties.

‘Let me touch you.’ You voice was small, still swirling from your pleasure.

‘Are you sure? You don’t have to coz I…’ he motioned what he had just been doing to you.

Shaking your head ‘now you blush?’ you smiled up at him; your beautiful soft, shy Bob.

‘No, pressure but I’m really, really hard for you right now!’ He sat back on his heels, watching you reach out for his zipper.

‘I really want to.’ Your perfect eyebrow raised at him, the same way you did that first night you spoke at the party. Only now he allowed himself to fully involve himself in the sight before him. This was real and it wasn’t improper.

Bob felt suddenly exposed, his shyness coming to the surface at the worst of times.

‘I want to take care of you.’ Making quick work of the button and zip of his shorts, you pressed your hand against his straining bulge.

A whimper sounded above you, Bob’s brows were pressed together in concentration.

Don’t cum, don’t cum. His mind screamed at him, demanding that his cock would listen.

But you were licking your lips and glancing up at him with glassy eyes. Your hair mussed from writhing on his fingers moments ago.

‘Please, just, grab it,’ he swallowed hard when you yanked down the waistband of his boxers, exposing him to you for the first time.

It was only natural to gauge your reaction. He knew he was a little bigger than the average dude. The guys in the locker room had teased him a little about it. He didn’t mind being objectified by you though.

So he peeked down at you and saw your tongue darting out to wet your lips, your mouth was watering at the sight of him laying heavy in your palm.

You wondered for a minute if he wanted your hand or your mouth.

You wouldn’t be you without teasing the man for a while though, so you looked up at him, his lips pressed together, waiting for you to do something.

You took pity on him, poor Bob. He’d been so good to you so far.

Wrapping your fingers around the base of his cock you gave it a couple of gentle tugs, feeling the weight of him. Bob mumbled and closed his eyes.

The skin of his shaft was so soft and warm in your palm. But you had never seen a man so painfully hard and he was really trying to keep it together. The thoughts of him getting so riled up made you flutter inside, you’d definitely be ready if he wanted to fuck you right now.

‘Is that ok?’ Voice gentle so as not to pull him from his pleasure too suddenly.

Bob grabbed at the hand you’d placed on his hip and cupped it under your chin. ‘Spit.’

You did as he asked, letting him guide your hand to his cock. Rubbing the wetness across the head and down to his balls.

You could feel the heat coming from him, blood pumping fast as he watched you work him. Wet flingers sliding and squeezing the head of his cock, working it expertly. He hadn’t told you to pull the skin taut as he began twitching, but you did it, and he came hard with a whimper. You saw his neck veins bulge as he gasped for air, like he was coming up from the depths.

Hot ropes of cum hit your chest and your neck, some puddling in your palm as you held it out to catch it.

‘Fucking hell, I…’ Bob tried and failed to form a sentence. ‘Your hand was so damn good I can’t wait to try your mouth.’

The words had tumbled out of him before he could stop it.

‘Well, well, I knew there was a bad boy in there.’

Bob leaned down to kiss you, hoping you’d kiss away the blush in his cheeks and the dirty thoughts.

He tucked himself back into his pants and helped you stand so you could go to the bathroom to clean up.

‘I could honestly use a drink.’ You called out to him from the bathroom.

Bob checked his watch, it was still early enough that he could take you for a drink and a burger somewhere.

‘How about we head to the hard deck?’

Looking at yourself in the mirror, you thought you’d need about an hour to get ready.

‘How about you let me shower and try do something with my hair first. Then we can head out?’

Bob appeared, leaning against he doorframe. He looked you over, biting his lip.

‘You definitely can’t wear those panties.’ Bob had the audacity to wink as you playfully pushed him out into the hallway.

‘I gotta go home and shower too, get out of these clothes and into something a little less relaxed.’

Between kisses and nose bumps you decided you’d meet him at the bar in an hour. It was hard letting him go, you kissed him all the way to your front door. He backed out slowly, never taking his hands from your waist until he came dangerously close to your front step.

Then he took the short walk home with a bounce in his step and a smile he couldn’t wipe off his face.

Loot is my girlfriend. The sentence went round and round in his head. Loot is MY girlfriend.

He checked his phone as he got in the door, seeing that you’d already text him, he opened it to see a picture of you wearing the hottest bra and panties set he’d ever imagined.

‘Will these be ok to wear to the hard deck?’

Bob swallowed hard, you were going to make this evening very difficult for him, but in the best way.

‘Yes ma’am.’ He replied before checking his wallet for condoms. He would need ALL of the condoms.

The next chapter is gonna spicy as hell.

#bob floyd smut #bob floyd x you #bob floyd #bob top gun #bob floyd x reader #robert floyd #robert floyd x reader #robert bob floyd x reader #robert bob floyd #top gun maverick #top gun imagine #top gun #top gun maverick fiction #tg:maverick

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ladyscammander · 7 months

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(I don't own any of the pictures, or characters)

I'll take care of you<3

Miguel Díaz x gn! reader *fluff*

(Does not involve the cobra kai story line)

Warnings:None

It was rainy season, those days that meant there would be horrible allergies all over the place and sometimes worse than just allergies, that is what happened this time.

Y/n: Hey love, we ran out of meds could you go to the store and buy some medicine? I'm starting to feel a little sick...

Miguel: Yes amor, I'll go out and get it for you, I'll be back in a few minutes.

Y/n:Thanks miggy.

*He left the house*

After Miguel leaves, you decide to drink some water and rest on the couch a little while you wait for him...

Miguel came back to the house and when he entered said "Love I got the medicine for you and some snacks sense I know your not feeling well" before he could finish his sentence he realizes you fell asleep on the couch.

Miguel carries you bridal style to your shared bedroom, after he closed the door leaving the room he decided to make some chicken soup that his Yaya(grandma) taught him to do in case he was sick.

After he finishes the soup decides to get a shower before waking you up. After a few minutes you wake up to the sound of the shower turning off, realizing you're boyfriend was taking a shower, and you decided to check on him.

Miguel: Hi love, how are you feeling after that nap? *Without any clothes, only a towel around his waist*

Y/n: I am feeling refreshed, but I still need the medicine

You told him while getting close to him because of the warmth emanating from his body after his quick shower, due to your body temperature suddenly changing, making you constantly be cold

He was leaning on the door frame while looking down at you. He then grabbed you by the waist and gave you a little short kissing session and told you

Miguel: I made you chicken soup, and I bought the medicine. It's all in the kitchen, I'll meet you there when I get dressed, okay love?

Y/n: Okay then, I'll go a take the medicine and eat some chicken soup.

Before you left, Miguel gave you a peck and went to get dressed up

*In the kitchen*

Miguel: Love, did you take the medicine? And eat something?

Y/n: I was eating first because I didn't want to drink the meds on an empty stomach.

Miguel: Okay, love, after you eat, drink it. It's supposed to be every 5 hours. (editor note: what kind of meds are these that u got to wait 5 hours?? Sounds like some kid meds or somethin)

After you guys talked and he helped you with some chores on the house, you guys had a cuddling session on the couch that ended in you guys falling asleep together

I know it's short, but I didn't know what else to write, anyways ¡Thanks for reading! And I hope to upload more stuff soon enough. (thanks to my editor @leinday for having the time and patience to help me)

#miguel diaz #cobra kai #fluff #lovers

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resurrection-of-soul · 17 days

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Flashback | PSYCHOBREAK 5

Writer: Akira (日日日)

Characters: Adonis, Koga, Rei, Kaoru

Koga: Just remember. If ya try n' pull any funny business, I'll crush ya mercilessly. This feels like somethin' Adonis would say, but… I'll protect UNDEAD.

[ For the best viewing experience, please read directly on my blog! ♪ ]

Adonis: Through the "subsidiary" HELLSING, we've been able to expand the scope of our activities. Thanks to that, I believe we will be able to provide adequate service to all our fans, satisfying everyone. Though it does feel a bit lonely to be separated from our real senpai.

Koga: Not like that's anythin' new. After all, we were separated for a bit right after those two graduated from Yumenosaki, too. Things've just gone back to bein' the way they were.

Adonis: That does not make it less lonely. But it can't be helped, this seems to be the best solution at the moment. We will maintain the status quo and continue with our idol activities while investigating the mastermind behind the "AIIE" experiment. By uncovering the truth, we can find a fundamental solution to the problem. As for what comes afterwards, we will have to cross that bridge when we come to it.

Koga: It ain't our job to think too hard. All we can do is to keep tirelessly dealin' with each problem as it comes, like children pilin' stones on the banks of the Sanzu River.¹ Just hopin' that maybe this time, it won't all fall apart.

Adonis: It's a precarious tightrope to walk. All we can do is try our best not to fall.

Koga: Yeah. So somehow or other, we'll find out who's behind this incident n' destroy 'em before anythin' goes wrong.

Adonis: …But what if I really am the culprit?

Koga: The hell? How the fuck could it be you? I'd believe it was almost a~anyone else over you! Ya can't even bring yerself to kill bugs, can ya?

Adonis: Do you remember the dream we saw during the experiment? In that dream, we witnessed memories of the past which seemed to differ slightly from the actual events which occurred in reality, and there was one particular incident which stood out. Delinquents calling themselves "vampires" ran around causing trouble, weakening the town's security. The leader of those "vampires" was said to be me, Otogari Adonis.

Koga: The only one claimin' that was the past Sakuma-senpai. Even in that shitty dream, there wasn't any real proof, n' you were released in the end due to inconclusive evidence.

Adonis: Yes. But because of that, the atrocities being committed by the "vampires" did not stop. In real life, Hasumi-senpai — wielding the student council's authority — lead DEADMANZ to suppress the delinquents. But in the dream, the "vampires" continued to run wild. Even the past Sakuma-senpai could not convince them to stop. Though they were originally supposed to be his devotees, they had become completely dedicated to their new boss, only listening to his orders.

Koga: And that new boss was you? So what, you tryin' to say yer on the same level as Sakuma-senpai?

Adonis: Of course not, I don't have that kind of charisma. But there are no other suspects, and even though those memories were distorted, I cannot help but to feel that Sakuma-senpai would never make a mistake. If he says I'm the culprit, I'm sure it must be true.

Koga: God is always just, huh? C'mon, just what do you take that guy for? Curious as I am about that, though, it's not really relevant. All that stuff was just a dream. The problem is this absolute chaotic mess we're dealin' with in reality.

Adonis: …Is this truly reality? Or is it just another dream? Strangely, it doesn't feel real. Everything's kind of floaty.

Koga: Well, it is a seriously unrealistic turn of events. But no matter what, this is the world we live in, and this is where our souls reside... So we have no choice but to keep doing our best to survive.

Rei II: […Done talkin' yet?]

Koga: ……

Rei II: [Cause we're good to go over here~ Don't worry, we followed yer instructions properly when dealin' with Hasumi-bou.] [It's seriously tough recreatin' that old man talk though, so he might be a bit suspicious.] [Buuut, even someone like him'll have a hard time guessin' this kinda science fiction-y turn a' events.]

Adonis: We thought so too. Dealing with Hasumi-senpai's interrogation must've been tough. Thank you for your hard work Sakuma-senpai, Hakaze-senpai.

Kaoru II: [……]

Koga: Hey, Adonis, ya don't gotta bother showin' any respect to these assholes. But, weeell, you're the kinda guy who even speaks kindly ta yer harmonica, so I guess it can't be helped, huh? The fake Sakuma-senpai's at least tolerable, but the fake Hakaze-senpai's especially bad. He won't even talk to us, let alone make eye contact. There ain't any need t' be polite ta someone who's so rude.

Kaoru II: [Hey, so like~?] [Could you please stop trying to get me involved and stuff? I'm like, so not into the idea of investing time and effort into guys, y'know~? ♪] [That's why I haven't been talking. I'm doing my job properly, so it's not a problem, right?]

Koga: O, oh, 'kay… Man, there's somethin' kinda nostalgic about this Hakaze-senpai... Right, these guys're copies of us from a while ago. Guess that means the fake Hakaze-senpai's still actin' like a dumb playboy. Well then, since people might get suspicious if I go around callin' ya fakes in public, from here on out I'll call ya Playboy and Vampire Bastard ².

Rei II: [Do as ya like.] [By the way, Hasumi didn't come by just to interrogate us. He was apparently actin' as a messenger for someone in the upper echelons a' RhythLin.] [Seems like our recent achievements have been acknowledged, n' we're gettin' a tour soon.] [We'll be travelin' nationwide, singin' for the sake a' the fans who love our "radical n' immoral" selves.] [Rock, Rock, Rock n' Roll ♪] [Ain't it great? It's like a dream come true, right, Puppy?]

Koga: …The ones I wanted to sing with weren't you two, though~ Well, whatever, it can't be helped. Until the mastermind's been defeated, I'll just obediently follow the path fate's laid out for me.

Koga: Just remember. If ya try n' pull any funny business, I'll crush ya mercilessly. This feels like somethin' Adonis would say, but… I'll protect UNDEAD.

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tl;dr: A saying meaning to repeatedly perform a difficult task for no recognition/reward. The Sanzu River is the river said to be at the border to the underworld, which the dead must pass over to reach the afterlife. The weight of a person's accumulated sins, offset by their merits, is said to determine how difficult the crossing will be, as well as whether the person will go to heaven or hell. Children who die before their parents are said to be too young to have accumulated any merit, while also being weighed down by the sin of being unfilial to their parents. Due to their young age, instead of being condemned to hell, these children are instead told to demonstrate filial piety by piling up stones to build a pagoda honoring their parents, which will allow them to accumulate enough merit to safely cross the river. However, whenever a child gets close to finishing their work, a demon will come by and topple the stones, forcing the child to start over again.

For those unfamiliar with UNDEAD's ! era stories, these were Koga's old nicknames for Kaoru and Rei. He switched to using their names after Repayment Fes, with the implication that it was because he wholeheartedly felt them worthy of his respect from that point on.

#ensemble stars #enstars translation #adonis otogari #koga oogami #rei sakuma #kaoru hakaze #undead #flashback #psychobreak

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wh3r3sth3l0ve · 2 months

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Sora x Tifa

Part 20

Part 19 below

- This way. - Cloud led them down the corridor.

They found a crossroads and took the left path.

- 5… 6… 7… - Cloud was counting the doors they were passing by.

- This one. - Barrett pointed at one of the doors. - Tifa, Sora, you're going in, we're right after you.

- Ladies first. - Sora opened the door and smiled at her girlfriend.

Tifa smiled back and went through the door, followed by him. Barrett turned around to enter as well and ran into the force field.

- What the…

The rest of his words were drowned out by the loud siren. Red and blue lights started flashing all over the corridor as Shinra guards were running out from every single door. Tifa and Sora made a quick look at each other and immediately got ready to fight. All of the enemies were armed with machine guns so they had to dodge a lot during that fight. They both rushed the guards and took them one by one. Luckily for them, the corridor was quite narrow so it was impossible for them to get surrounded.

After his 25th man down Sora lost count as the enemies just kept on going in. He decided to speed things up a bit with a different move. He started throwing his keyblade onto the guards and it kept coming back to him, hitting a few of the fiends at once, both ways.

Tifa needed to power up so she jumped back a bit, gathered her energy and after a few incredibly fast punches she jumped up and landed between the guards with her fist hitting the ground. It caused a wave of energy that knocked down quite a big group.

Finally they noticed that the number of Shinra guys was getting down but Sora saw something that freezed him for a second. At the end of the corridor there was a man with a rocket launcher, already aiming at them. Sora looked quickly at Tifa and noticed that she’s not aware of what’s coming.

- Tifa! - he tried to get her attention.

She looked at him and that moment was enough for one of the guards to shoot her. The bullet threw her back as her face twisted into a grimace of pain.

Sora’s heart stopped as he acted intuitively. He jumped towards her, catched her in his arms and stood with his back to the enemies, casting a barrier around them. It was the last possible moment to do that as they heard an explosion right away. Before he took the barrier away he laid Tifa on the floor, glad that he could still feel her breathing. Then he turned around to see how many people were left to fight but it occurred that the rocket took down all of the gun guys and the last one standing was the one with the launcher who, seeing Sora looking straight at him, ran away.

Tifa sat up, holding her shot arm when she suddenly felt the pain going away. It was Sora who casted a healing spell on her. She looked at him with gratitude. He helped her stand on her feet and hugged her really tight.

The siren went silent as Cloud was finally able to turn the force field off. He and Barrett ran quickly to the couple with both concern and admiration on their faces.

- That was somethin’! - Barrett complimented them. - You okay?

- Yeah, we’re good. - Tifa answered.

- It shouldn’t happen. They had to be prepared for us. - Cloud thought loudly.

- You think we have a snitch? - Sora asked.

- Seems like it but now it’s not the time to think about it. Let’s find those papers. - Cloud made his way forward.

They quickly found the room they were looking for and searched it thoroughly.

- Found it! - Tifa waved at them with some files.

All four rushed towards the exit. They gathered with Biggs and Wedge and stepped out of the building. About twenty 3rd class SOLDIERs were waiting for them but this time it was no challenge. Two minutes later the fight was done and the whole squad was ready to go back to the slums. Barrett called the other group and confirmed that everyone’s alright.

Half an hour later they were back in 7th Heaven where Tifa told Biggs and Wedge what happened when they were absent. All four guys were impressed with the couple’s skills and wondered why they even had to use them. Soon everyone was going home, tired after a successful mission. Sora and Tifa were the last ones to leave and headed home, holding hands in silence.

- You know, for a second there I thought that… - Sora’s voice was trembling.

Tifa looked at him and noticed his whole body was shaking and his eyes got wet. She made him stop and hugged him. She was able to hear his heart beating really hard.

- Everything’s alright.

He sighed deeply to calm himself down. He just couldn’t imagine his life without her. “That would be the end. I wouldn’t stand another loss.” He wasn’t able to tell his thoughts out loud and was grateful that he didn't have to.

- Let’s get going. - she broke the hug and pulled him forward.

Soon they were in bed, ready to fall asleep after a long day.

- Promise me that you’ll always be careful. - Sora whispered to Tifa’s ear, cuddling. - I can’t lose you.

- You won’t. I promise.

She kissed his cheek and in no time they were both sleeping.

#fanfic #story #ff7 tifa #kh sora #cardiophilia

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deepsixsquid · 2 years

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A meme league with @slicksquid from a while back Got a laugh outta this one~

#Splatoon #Nocturne Shenanigans #We ran into these guys like 5 times or somethin #Ended up runnin into these guys on twitch some time afterwards #I remember watchin the vod and they were talkin about us #'Oh god there's the sploosh squad again'#and 'Nocturne sounds like the captain of a band of brigands'#WHICH IS FUNNY BECAUSE I AM~ SORT OF~#But they're a cool bunch~#I think their team name is 'Radical Dreamers'

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tomanpeach · 2 years

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new year's eve kisses! – tokyo revengers hcs

a/n: mentions of alcohol! lil bit suggestive! HAPPY NEW YEAR BESTIES!!! 🎉🥳

characters: draken, mikey, baji, chifuyu, kazutora, ran, rindou, sanzu (weird mix of folks i guess but whatever this is what i was FEELIN!!! lol)

draken

this laidback boy is very content to hang in the same area of the party all night

but he’s got his eyes on you the entire time while you make your rounds, saying hi to all your friends and giving new year’s hugs

as the countdown starts you realize you’ve gotta go find him but surprise surprise he’s already right there beside you :)

“you didn’t think i’d miss my new year’s kiss, did you?” oh he’s always teasing always got some shit to say i love this stinky mfer

wraps you up in his arms, swaying with you for the rest of the countdown

gives you a kiss that’s so much more passionate than it needs to be but you’re not complainin !!!

quiet little “love you, baby” after the kiss :’)

mikey

listen

mikey feels like a fireworks guy to me

i cannot elaborate

but he's gonna want to be outside looking up at the sky as it's nearing midnight

you will probably have to go out and find him

so excited when he sees you

he'll pull you close to his side and kiss your temple

holds you so lovingly while you listen to the countdown coming from the party inside

as the sky explodes with colors and lights he pulls you in for a kiss

he pulls away to wish you a “happy new year,” fireworks reflecting in his loving eyes <3

baji

loses you at the party [pacman dying noise]

it's 11:59 and he's quite drunk and sCRAMBLING

literally going up to strangers yellin

"HAS ANYONE SEEN MY GIRL? ABOUT YAY HIGH, VERY SEXY AND OBSESSED WITH ME??"

clown:’)

he probably finds you a minute too late, or just as the ball drops if he's lucky!!

will say something cheesy like "there's my angel!" when he finally spots you and shove people out of the way to get to you

kisses you hard, holding your face in his hands and doesn't let up for quite some time

will whisper an apology for missing midnight and a declaration of how much he loves you before running off to find shots for you both :')

goofball, slightly chaotic, we love him

chifuyu

has not left your side the entire party

irrational fear of not being with you when it hits midnight

he’s getting drinks when the countdown starts, literally the first time he’s been away from you the whole night!!

it’s 5 seconds to midnight when you see him bolting toward you with two glasses of champagne

leans in and catches your lips in a kiss

you feel a glass of champagne being pushed into your hands

he pulls away to raise his glass in a toast to you before he kisses you again and again 🥰🥰🥰

kazutora:

he’s nervous ???? why is he NERVOUS??!??!!!

literally asks earlier in the day if you’ll be his new year’s kiss and gets so! giddy!! when you say yEAH OFC BABE

he’s gonna do this on valentine’s day too but i digress

adorable

kind of similar to chifuyu, hes a little worried he’ll lose you before midnight ??

please go find him so he doesn’t worry

will stare so deeply into your eyes before the countdown starts and just let you know how grateful he is to be going into the new year with you i’m crying

cherish him he loves you so much

sweetest new year’s kiss

won’t let go of your hand the rest of the night :’)

ran

i’m sorry for this

y’all made it all of one hour before you’re both tipsy and he’s begging you to sneak off with him to find a room upstairs

he’s pretty convincing and you love him so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

after a while though you’d be like “ran should we go back to the party?”

and then you hear everyone start the countdown downstairs…

he just laughs and pulls you closer, “next year for sure”

you finally make it back to your friends and yes, they are all makin comments 🙄

ran doesn’t care, actually kind of loves the looks the two of you get rejoining the party looking very clearly……disheveled…

he’d say somethin like “we had to warm up for our new year’s kiss, right baby?” you literally can’t take him anywhere

barely back at the party when he starts asking you when you guys can leave and "celebrate privately at home" ;))))

rindou

you've both been off doing your own things for the majority of the party

but as midnight approaches you notice he's getting closer and closer

by the time the countdown hits 5 seconds, he's right by your side, arm wrapping loosely around your waist

he's been trying to act cool but he's so excited to have you as his new year's kiss

as everyone yells happy new year he whispers it right into your ear

tips your chin up and leans down to press the softest kiss to your lips

doesn't say or do much out of the ordinary but there's so much emotion in the kiss you can't help but smile against his lips

sanzu

oh boy are y’all fucked uuuuup at this party

dancing, yelling, taking shots with every single person you know

he’s smoking with the boys outside when the countdown starts

lowkey confuses him when fireworks start but then he remembers it’s NEW YEAR’S!! he’s got somebody to kiss!!!!

finds you a couple minutes after midnight and kisses you so hard

“i’m sorry! i got lost!”

you decide to tease him like “i couldn’t find you, i had to kiss rin!”

BUT PLEASE IMMEDIATELY TELL HIM YOU’RE JOKING HE’LL KNOCK RIN OUT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE PARTY AND THAT WILL NOT BE FUN FOR ANYONE!!

nah but he’ll laugh and tell you to shut up and give you another big loving kiss to apologize for being late <3

#HAPPY NEW YEAR #I LOVE MY BOYS #tokyo revengers headcanons #tokyo revengers hcs #draken headcanons #mikey headcanons #mikey tokyo revengers #baji tokyo revengers #draken tokyo revengers #mitsuya tokyo revengers #baji headcanons #kazutora headcanons #haitani ran headcanons #haitani rindou headcanons #haitani x reader #tokyo revengers sanzu #sanzu headcanons

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willowisbunger · 3 years

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God Im Sorry (A tapeworm clef fanfic)

Before we begin. This is all for jokes. I am so sorry for anyone who has to read this. Its also just a draft and will be complete at some point. For now enjoy what little I give you.

You find yourself resting on the couch of your dearly beloveds bed quarters. You scroll through your phone looking fondly at old text messages of when you and your husband to be's first text messages. All the ridiculous nicknames you two exchanged, all the flirting, photos, and various other things you two have sent to each other over the years. You couldn't help but giggle. You find it hard to believe this all started cause you decided to help some weird blonde guy with a ukulele out with his broken leg.

You two have been dating for almost 8 years and two months ago, the man, Dr. Alto Clef. He took you on a date. Just a nice simple stroll around the woods, which ended in a nice picnic by a river. In which you saw the man you have fallen head over heels for, get down on one knee and began plucking at the strings of his ukulele. Singing a sweet melody like a song bird in the spring, before pulling out a wedding ring and asking those simple words of "will you marry me". Your heart flutters with glee as you chuckle. You feel giddy and so over joyed with happiness. Right as your giggle fit calmed down you heard the front door open, and there stood your beloved. With a wide grin on his face as he held some folders in his hands. He had a doctors appointment that day since he had been feeling strange. With his face showing his usual bright beaming smile and his three beautiful eyes showing their usual mischievous gleam, it was clear that he was in more than perfect shape.

"Heya there pumpkin. I'm home. And I've got some great news." He spoke in a raspy slightly southern voice. At first it was grating on ya, but now its like all your favorite songs combine into one incredible tune. "Welcome home sweetheart!" You chirped as you ran up to your beloved teddy bear to give him a quick peck to the lips as you hugged him close, "What's the good news teddy? I can tell from that big dumb grin of yours ya got somethin real good to tell me. What did the doctor say?" You said as you affectionately pinched his cheeks causing him to laugh as he took both your hands to hold. "Well besides me being fit as a bull. Looks like I'm gonna be eating for two from now on."

You blinked and tilted your head in confusion, slowly processing the information as you stepped back a lil. "How? Babe I never top and we always use protection. Who-" "Oh no pumpkin. I ain't pregnant" He interrupted, chuckling as he ruffled your hair. "I got a tape worm. The doc took some sonograms of my stomach to see if there were any issues and yeah, there's a lil fella in there. Look." The blonde handed you the folder, which you opened and began reading through and your face turned pale at the sight of the tape worm in the photo of an ultra sound. You gagged a lil as you shoved the folder back into clefs arm. "Babe that's not okay!!!! That's a parasite!!!! Its gonna just keep reproducing and shit and its gonna fuck up your insides." You said quite loudly, usually you were quiet but this, this was making you quite distressed. Your fiancés face turned from a smile to a disappointed frown "I thought you would've liked clef junior....".

You stood baffled at the situation before you. Your dearly beloved, just, accepting and seeming to be happy about the fact he has a god damn TAPE WORM living inside of him. You've seen some shit in your days working for the foundation. A sheet of music that makes people go bonkers and try to bleed, Kondraki -clefs ex- ridding on god damn 682, and other shit that would boggle anyone's mind. But this. THIS RIGHT HERE. Just.... Leaves you speechless. "Pumpkin?" the third eyed man spoke in a concerned tone, which rarely came from him. "Are you okay?" You held your head in your hands as you sat back down on the plush couch and just took a deep breathe, and just as quickly as you sat down you sprung back up, grabbing your jacket and zipping it up. "Babe.... I just.... I need a moment.... I'll be out for awhile.... This is just, strange even for you and I need a moment to think about this." You sped walk past your -potentially ex- husband to be to the door. You shut the door, seeing Clef's face look uncharacteristically sad at you. It hurt you a little to leave your teddy bear like that, but you still needed time to just, think and process this whole situation.

You leave the housing area for researchers and quickly the site as well. You hail a cab and as soon as you enter the bright yellow vehicle you tell the faceless driver to "Take me to the nearest motel." Which he happily complied especially with the hefty tip you gave him. You just, Needed awhile to think and god knows how long that could be so you may as well rent out a room away from that hell site foundation to have a clear mind. After all who knows what might happen. Fucking Dr. Bright could tell you to give it a chance and raise the worm together with your teddy bear or some shit. You never know with this job and the people you worked with. While in your thoughts you rented out a room, room 105. Great another reminder of your hell job, even though it was just the simple numbers of 0 and 5 you can't help but be reminded of your faceless higher ups and the fact you work for them.

You found your room and quickly made your way inside to flop down on the bed, beforehand making sure to put up the "Do not disturb" sign and locking it. You burried your face into the hard cheap pillows of this motel, missing the one you had back at your place with its soft textures and the scent of your beloved.... Which once again brought you back to the worm. That fucking worm. Why the hell was your husband so keen on keeping it? He's at least some form of scientist he should know that tape worms are a dangerous parasite that affect your health. You stare up at the popcorn ceiling just, trying to wrap your head around WHY. Why would your partner; your future husband; the one who knows everything about you and you know everything about them.... just why are they keeping the tape worm?

You of course knew the stuff your teddy was known for, sleeping with that statue after a date, killing a dangerous reality bending child, father to 166 (who you were honestly happy to take in as your new step daughter). Out of everything. The tape worm makes you break. Makes you rethink your relationship with the man you've been dating for years at this point. All you can do at this moment is sigh, hearing the phone in your coat pocket buzz. You pull it out and set it to "do not disturb" as you set the device aside on a night stand. "Maybe I should sleep it off. Maybe I'll have a clearer mind then...." You say to yourself as you threw your coat off and roll onto your side. Feeling uncomfortable in your current clothes but you didn't pack a bag so, you just ignore the discomfort until eventually.... You drift off to sleep. The shallow hum of power surging through the building and the busy city outside envelop you as you feel unconsciousness take over.

While in your state of unconsciousness you hear a silky smooth, deep yet gentle voice speak to you. "Y/N... Y/N its time to wake up Y/N". You slowly awoke, opening your groggy eyes, what laid before you, you didn't know. They had a handsome chiseled face, comparable to the statues found in ancient Greece with even a similar tone of white marble. They had thick luxurious hair that went down to their waste, rippling muscles that went down both torso and back.... They were ungodly white though. And didn't have legs. You stared at the bottom half and slowly processed what you were looking at..... A fucking tapeworm man. A fucking humanoid tape worm what the fuck. "Im going back to bed" You said as you laid on your side, and tried to ignore the hallucination.

The tapeworm creature, slid over you just to get to the side you were facing. You shivered feeling it’s disgusting body wiggle about. You close your eyes tightly as you did your best to ignore it. You could feel yourself holding back even more shivers as you felt their cold hands touch your face. “Y/n…. Look at me…. I just want to talk.” “And I just want to be left alone and not think about tapeworm men trying to seduce me while I’m contemplating breaking up my engagement.”

#alto clef #tw parasites #scp foundation #joke fic #shitpost #please end my suffering #crack fic

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jibbdrabbs · 3 years

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✎ [5:20 PM]ˎˊ-

Cuddle time with Renjun almost always meant a movie, and tonight was no different. Jisung was out with Chenle to film something, Mark was busy filming with Johnny, and Jaemin and Haechan were out shopping together, so that left Jeno and Renjun to have some much-needed relaxation time. It had been a while since it was just the two of them at the dorms, so the possibilities of what they could do were endless, that was until they lay together in the bottom bunk of Rensung’s shared room, Renjun gazing up at Jeno who hovered over him with a gaze that was hinted with desire.

“We can do whatever you want.” Renjun breathed, and Jeno just blinked down at him once before dropping himself on top of the older with a sigh. Renjun let out a surprised ‘oof’ at the weight and groaned. “Alright, you big baby. come on, we can watch a movie together or somethin' but you gotta get off of me.” Jeno smiled cutely as he rolled off of Renjun, watching him expectantly. When the older got up to turn off the overhead lights and grab his laptop, he thought that the pout Jeno wore reminded him of a puppy, and as he came back over from lighting a candle and turning on the fairy lights to settle beside Jeno, he could imagine the youngers invisible tail wagging with happy contentment. Renjun made sure his laptop was plugged in properly so it wouldn’t give up halfway through their show and opened Netflix to find something to watch.

“Something we’ve already seen,” Jeno said when he saw Renjun about to play ‘Love Death & Robots’, which was one they were going to watch together but hadn’t yet. “I might fall asleep.” Jeno offered when he saw Renjun’s confused expression. It softened to something of understanding though and he nodded before finally deciding to play ‘Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse’. They had seen that movie numerous times because of Renjun’s obsession with the art style, so it wouldn’t be much of an issue if one or both of them fell asleep halfway through.

Jeno cuddled up to Renjun eagerly, the older gladly putting an arm around him to pull him closer. Despite Renjun’s constant protests both on and off camera about how much he despised skinship, he had a soft spot for a couple of the members, and Jeno was definitely one of them. He wasn’t sure when it had first come about; maybe during We Young promotions when Jeno was Jaeminless and sought out Renjun for affection most often? He wasn’t quite sure anymore, but sometimes he wondered if their affection and feelings had crossed that obscured and blurred line that sat precariously between friendship and something more. Sure they had fucked around- all of the members had at least once before -but everything had always stayed platonic. If they cuddled, or kissed, or maybe even gave a good blow job once or twice in the warm comfort of the dorms, it always went without protest in the ‘helping a homie out’ category. But Renjun couldn’t deny that sometimes he wondered about asking to join Jeno’s relationship. Maybe he was just jealous of Jeno for getting babied by Mark, Jaemin, and Haechan 24/7, or maybe he was just sexually frustrated and the four of them were hot as hell when one of them would come stumbling out of their room at ungodly hours with messy hair and wrinkled shirts to fetch a glass of water, but whatever it was, Renjun knew they should talk about it.

“Hey, Jen?” Renjun said softly as he ran his fingers through Jeno’s black hair. It had gotten longer since their last comeback for sure, but then again so had Renjun’s.

“What’s up?” Jeno said, his voice soft and low. He was obviously tired, but he seemed content enough with talking so Renjun thought about how to continue. He knew that they had said it was an open relationship, and he knew that Haechan had offered him a place in their arms a couple of times before as well, but that was all when they had first started dating. What if the four of them had changed their minds? What if they were happy and content with it just being them. A gentle nuzzle to his chest by Jeno cleared his head a bit and he decided to take the risk. The worst that would happen is Jeno would tell him no and they’d move on, so there was no point trying to shy away now.

“Are you and Jaemin and Hyuck and Mark still uh,” He paused, staring at the movie as if it was more important than the conversation they were about to have even though he wasn’t paying attention to it at all. “Are you guys still… Open? To like someone joining your relationship I mean.” Renjun rushed out the last bit and held his breath, waiting nervously as Jeno slowly looked up at him with big dark eyes. They stared at each other for a bit until the younger couldn’t take it anymore and broke into a fit of soft giggles.

“Of course Junnie. Let’s talk with Mark, Jaemin, and Duckie when they get back though, they should be involved in this too.” Renjun smiled and gave a small hum of agreement before he settled down again to fully watch the movie. He was melting into the warmth at his side, beginning to drift off, until suddenly Jeno sat up and moved the laptop to be on the other side of Renjun. He rolled them over so that he was spooning the smaller and buried his nose happily in Renjun’s hair with a content sigh. The older just gave a huff of laughter and a satisfied hum before he fully succumbed to the gentle tug of sleep.

Jeno fell asleep not long after, limbs tangled with Renjun’s, nose taking in the ever so gentle scent of the olders shampoo, and nothing but warm contentment radiating from the pair.

─ 𝙅𝙞𝙗𝙗*:･ﾟ✧

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meltwonu · 3 years

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| 🍒 CH-CH-CHERRY BOMB! 🍒 | [CHAPTER 15]

pairing; dom!seungcheol x camgirl!reader

this chapter’s notes; camshow, softdom!seungcheol, blowjob, cum swallowing, restraints/blindfold, daddy!kink, dirty talk, v little hair pulling, orgasm control, squirting, sex toys 😗💕 hope y’all are having a good weekend! As you can see, with this chapter comes the decided amount of chapters 😭 which means! cherry bomb ends on jan. 1st! 😭😭😭 I’m sad about it but!! excited to start the new year with some new projects too!! and I promise it won't be the last of this au either (I'll upload and talk abt a new schedule when it gets closer to time)💕💕 Thank you, as always, for your support with Cherry Bomb and I’m glad some of us have had pavlovian responses when we hear the term now LOOOL😩💕 Enjoy ch15 and have a great weekend! see u tomorrow for the last intro post! 💕🍒

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Seungcheol takes it as a blessing that he doesn’t work on the weekends.

You do your camshow on Friday and upload prerecorded content on Saturday which leaves two whole days of relaxation that the two of you enjoy.

But Monday comes quicker than you anticipate and Seungcheol drops you off to work before he heads back to the roller rink; ignoring the multitudes of texts it seems Jeongguk is sending.

I’ll be at work in 30 minutes, he thinks.

“I’ll be back to pick you up after work, baby!”

You nod back, blowing Seungcheol a kiss through the window before you turn to leave.

Seungcheol’s phone rings 3 more times, brows furrowed.

‘It can wait.’

“Hyung, we’re in trouble… Maybe?”

Jeongguk’s big puppy eyes stare back at the older male and he can already feel the blood draining from his face at the potential reasons that the younger male would even say that. “Um… is---is this pertaining to why you tried calling like 14 times?” Jeongguk nods, tugging on Seungcheol’s shirt and pulling him in closer.

“Before you say anything… Namjoon-hyung didn’t find out, did he?”

“Find out about what?”

“That I… cam… I don’t want to get fired because I--”

Jeongguk rolls his eyes, “Listen, I’m gonna be real, I don’t think he cares. The problem is… remember that dude that came in? A couple weeks ago. Lookin’ for a job.”

Seungcheol nods slowly; trying to remember the male’s name. “Seok--something, right?” Jeongguk nods.

“Apparently, he came back, and at the right time too. Namjoon hired his ass on the spot and he starts tomorrow. I heard from Seokjin.” Confusion crosses Seungcheol’s features as he stares and waits for Jeongguk to continue. “... And? How is that trouble for us?”

Jeongguk lets out an over dramatic sigh, hands on Seungcheol’s shoulders. “Nevermind, I forgot you’re making bank on those videos. I was gonna say, we might get a pay cut! Or maybe Joon-hyung’s trying to replace us but I guess that’s not a ‘you’ problem.”

Seungcheol laughs under his breath, shaking his head before patting Jeongguk’s hands.

“You’ll be okay. I don’t think anyone is coming for your concession stand job.”

The next day when Seungcheol makes it to work, he can’t help but have a weird feeling in his gut.

Much like the time when he first met Jun, there’s an indescribable feeling bubbling up in his body that he can’t seem to shake off once he arrives at the roller rink and the sight of Jeongguk with the new employee doesn’t help to settle the feeling at all.

Just before he can make his escape, the younger male waves him over; a cheery smile plastered on his face when Seungcheol starts walking over.

“Hyung! It’s the new employee!”

So much for panicking about being replaced, Jeongguk.

Seungcheol smiles at the other male, introducing himself swiftly before extending a hand to shake. “Ah! I remember you! I’m Seokmin! I’m the same age as Jeongguk!” Seungcheol’s lips part as he nods in understanding; that had been why Jeongguk seemed so okay with it all of a sudden.

Seokmin’s eyes form crescents when he smiles and Seungcheol takes a second to do a once over of the other male; noting the pins tacked to his denim jacket. His eyes hone in on a specific one, narrowing once he realized what it was.

It’d been a while ago now, but when you’d hit 5k subscribers to your camming channel, you had made only three of the same pin, which you had raffled and only gave to three winners.

By nature, Seungcheol was one of them, and the other two were ‘xcaliburDK’ and ‘gentleman_josh95’. Seungcheol could deduce from usernames alone that this wasn’t ‘Josh’ so it only left one option left; albeit Seokmin didn’t add up to the username either.

“Hyung? Hyung, are you okay? You’re spacing out.” Jeongguk waves a hand in the elder’s face as Seungcheol shakes himself from his thoughts.

He’d just have to figure it out later.

Although, he can already feel the groan spilling from his lips.

Why was everyone popping up now?

When he picks you up from work, later that afternoon, he can already tell something is off about you too.

You slink into the passenger’s seat of his car, quiet and a little jittery. “You okay? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” He comments, watching as you fumble with the seatbelt.

“Yeah it’s just… Can we talk about it when we get home? I think I’m still recovering from the weird experience I had earlier.”

Nodding, Seungcheol reaches over, placing his palm in yours in a means of comforting you; even just a little.

“Guess we both have had weird days, huh?”

You can’t thank Seungcheol enough for how patient he is.

He doesn’t say a word in the car and lets you have your quiet, cool down time before you get home.

But when the lock slides into place and you finally plop down onto the bed, you know it’s finally time to have the talk that you knew was brewing.

“I met another one of my regulars at the diner today.” You mumble; beating Seungcheol to the punch of him asking.

“Weird, I think I ran into one of your regulars at the roller rink today too. He works there now, by the way.”

The two of you share an awkward laugh as Seungcheol lays down next to you; neither of you bothering to change out of your outside clothes as you bask in the oddly similar occurrences. “Wouldn’t happen to be ‘universe_WZ’ would it? He came by the diner earlier, ‘just passing through town’ he said. It was so weird though, y’know? Him and Jun kinda got along ‘cause apparently they’re born in the same year.” You smile at the memory, despite how odd it was at first. “He was quiet and Jun is very much not. I think he bailed earlier than he wanted ‘cause his ear was getting talked off. But he asked me for an autograph on the way out and some old lady stared at me. It was just… a little weird.”

Seungcheol laughs; somewhat glad that your experience hadn’t been as bad as he was expecting.

“How ‘bout you, ‘Cheol? What was that about him working with you?”

The male groans, sliding a hand down his features. “It was… somethin’ else.” You turn on your side to face him, raising a brow.

“Couldn’t be that bad, could it?”

Seungcheol laughs, but only in the way he knows that the next words out of his mouth will sound ridiculous, even to you.

“I’m not going to say who it is because I don’t want you to be extra weirded out. He’s an okay guy, very diligent about his work. But let’s just say I caught a glimpse of his wallpaper, which was you by the way. And when I asked him, ‘hey, is that your girlfriend?’, the fucker lied and said yes!”

It takes a second before you’re letting out a boisterous laugh; tears springing to your eyes at the hilarious encounter Seungcheol had experienced.

“You’re not mad!?” He comments, eyes wide as saucers as he watches you curl up in laughter. “I thought you’d be mad!” You wipe a tear from your eye, catching your breath before you turn back to Seungcheol who watches you in confusion.

“No way, that’s fuckin’ hilarious! And let’s be real, probably not the first time someone’s lied about me being their girlfriend, right? But I--he doesn’t know, does he? That you’re… y’know, ‘dom.cheol’?” Seungcheol blushes, cheeks blooming a pale pink when he thinks about it.

Would his voice be enough to give it away?

“I don’t… know? He didn’t say anything but neither did I, honestly. It was just… weird. And now I work with him so that’ll be fun. Can’t wait for him to tell me how cute his girlfriend is.” He grumbles.

“Awww, is widdol Swungcheol jealous?” You blink cutely back at him; a teasing smirk on your lips when you see him narrowing his eyes back at you.

“Watch it, brat. You know I can punish you at any time, right?”

“Try me, then~”

Seungcheol mentally logs into his brain and waits until your Wednesday show before he makes a move.

He brings his favorite silk ties from his closet and places them on the bed while you get changed; a sly smirk on his face.

“‘Okay, ‘Cheol I’m--whoa.” You bite your lip when you step out and see the array of ties and the vibrator already sitting on the bed. “Um… I take it that these are part of the show tonight?” You end with a shy giggle; body already warm at the way Seungcheol looks at you.

“Mmhmm. For the ‘lil jealous comment you made. What was it that you said? ‘Try me, then’?” He grins in a way that you know you’re screwed and you saunter up to him in hopes of maybe pacifying him a little.

“Too late to say that I take it back?”

“Waaaay too late, baby. Now, let’s get started.”

chwenon has donated $50

sleepy_wonu has donated $100

artist8hao has donated $75

artist8hao: she’s so pretty with her hands tied behind her back like that

angelhan: shibari next time???

universe_WZ: she’d be so pretty all tied up

universe_WZ: rly nice seeing u btw ;)

therealchan99: where tf are all of u seeing her!?!?? I need to go out more im lackin bro

alphagyu97: its the way u walk into every set up for me

Seungcheol chuckles under his breath, reading the comments with his hand tangled in your hair and your arms tied behind your back as you work your mouth up and down on his cock.

Before the show had even started, he had quickly rearranged the setup so that the camera was angled down towards the space in front of the bed instead of where it usually faced which was on top of the bed. You were a little confused at first when he had nodded and told you to start your camshow from the rug placed underneath you but it soon made sense when he had tied your arms behind your back and made you suck him off with your knees digging into the rug and a silk tie tied into a bow around your eyes to prevent you from seeing.

“Shibari, huh? Ooh, wouldn’t it be a treat for your viewers if you did a show where you were all tied up? I’d have to start it for you, or maybe they’d like to watch the process and see how quickly I can get you to fall apart.” Seungcheol pauses; hips canting up slightly into your mouth as you swallow and gag around him. “We can make it an extra long camshow… Maybe a pay-per-view situation. They can watch you squirm and cum all night long while I keep a vibrator pressed against your clit until your cute body is trembling.”

Your eyes roll to the back of your head even if Seungcheol can’t see it and you moan around his cock when you feel him throbbing in your mouth.

The sound of donations and comments is all you can go off of with your back towards the camera and your vision taken away; noting that the viewers must’ve liked the idea.

j__min has donated $150

j__min: popping in to say if u need help buying ropes, i know a guy ;)

alphagyu97: wait is this rly happening

alphagyu97: i’ll clear my schedule gentleman_josh95: yea same

xcaliburDK: i just started a new job i cant have any sick days plz… at least reupload it for me 😭😭

Seungcheol smirks when he reads that particular comment; fingertips massaging your skull when he hears you whining. “I know, baby. You wanna be fucked, huh? It isn’t nice being teased, right? So now you know how I feel~” In a blink of an eye, ‘xcaliburDK’s comment is buried and Seungcheol is thankful that you didn’t see it. He’d just have to keep it a secret for now while he played along and listened to what else Seokmin had to say about his so-called ‘girlfriend’.

You rub your thighs together; already feeling the slickness on them from how wet you already were and how long you’d been teasing and sucking his cock.

“Fuck, I could cum down your pretty ‘lil throat and then make you work for my cock. Drag your punishment out even longer than your viewers would see.” You moan around his cock in response and Seungcheol can only take it as a whiny ‘no’ before he’s pulling you off of him by the hair; soft sputters and coughs spilling from your wet lips as you catch your breath.

“But I think you’ve earned your orgasm, hmm? What do you say, princess?”

Your throat feels hoarse and your body feel obscenely hot at the way Seungcheol doesn’t seem to want to take off your restraints just yet. “Y-yes, daddy I--I want to c-cum… pl--please.”

tangerine_kwan: ahhh shes so cute

tangerine_kwan: petition for baby pink ties next time i think they suit her

sleepy_wonu: if that shibari show is happening, yes

“We’ll talk about it later, although I don’t think she’ll be opposed to it~” You furrow your brows; wondering what Seungcheok was referring to.

You’d ask later.

“D-daddy…?”

Seungcheol tugs you slightly by your hair, urging you up as you slowly stand on shaky legs. You let him take the reins as he unties your arms and repositions you until you’re bent over the edge of the bed; left leg folded atop the bedsheets while your right leg keeps you upright. He keeps your blindfold on but lets you keep your arms loose; which you find out fairly quickly, is for good reason.

The buzzing of the vibrator makes you bite your bottom lip and soon enough, Seungcheol places the toy in your clammy hand.

“You’re gonna slide your hand under your body and keep that vibrator pressed against your clit while I fuck you. And you’re not allowed to cum unless I say so. Am I understood, baby?” You feel Seungcheol teasing you as he slides his cock through your soaking folds before circling the tip around your entrance.

“I expect a response when I ask you a question, sweetheart.”

“Y--yes, daddy, I--ah!”

Seungcheol grins as he slides his cock into your tight cunt; watching as you slowly sandwich your arm between your body and the bed sheets to place the vibrator against your clit. You cry out, a mess of sharp whines and jumbled words spilling off your lips with the combination of Seungcheol’s thrusts and the vibrations on your clit.

“Ngh, d--daddy! Fuck me m-more!”

Your other hand digs into the sheets, fingers tight around the fabric as Seungcheol fucks you from behind. He knows your body like the back of his hand and he quickly already has you on the verge of an orgasm despite only having started fucking you, moments prior.

“Don’t cum, princess~” Teasingly, he alternates from quick snaps of his hips that have his cock slamming into your g-spot to slow thrusts that have you remembering every groove and vein of his cock when he pulls out. And when he fucks you like this, it’s easy to forget the camera was even on and that people were watching; if not for the constant pinging of comments and donations that mix in with your moans, Seungcheol’s harsh breaths and the sound of the vibrator against your clit.

hoshi_tiger_xx: hmm but shes obv being punished and we all kno good girls dont get creampies

therealchan99: ur right,,, where should he cum then?

kitty_junjun: my votes on her tits

kitty_junjun has donated $75

sleepy_wonu: maybe all over her back and then post the pics in the private room

xcaliburDK: or raffle them!! I want them

chwenon: ooo cum in her mouth but dont let her swallow

chwenon: then u can raffle those pics or sth

Neither you nor Seungcheol are even paying attention to the comments that fly past on the screen and the only thing Seungcheol even turns slightly for, is to check to make sure he’s still properly out of frame.

He can already feel you tightening up around him and with the vibrator on your clit, he knows for a fact you won’t last much longer before you’re cumming.

“Hmm, princess, I can feel you getting so tight around me. Bet you wanna cum already, huh?”

“D-daddy, I dunno, ah, how--how much longer I can h-hold off…” You mumble; already feeling the tension in your body ready to snap at any second.

“Be a good girl. I said you earned your orgasm but you need to be patient.” You nod to the best of your ability; head feeling heavy and fuzzy as you try to stave off your orgasm for a little longer. “Y--yes, daddy…” He slows down his thrusts in order to help you a little and the soft praises that fall from his lips have the warmth blooming in your chest.

But it doesn’t last long because despite Seungcheol’s valiant efforts, you’re already too close to cumming to stop yourself when you feel the pressure building up too fast.

“Oh, d-daddy, I---I can’t, I---I can’t, I have, ah, to---to c-cum! Fuh--fuck, ‘m s--sorry!”

Seungcheol can’t even manage a word in before he feels his cock being forced out of your pussy and the wetness that squirts all over his cock and lower half. Loud cries and whines are all you can manage in the thrums of pleasure and the grip you have on the vibrator only tightens as you grind against the toy to ride out your high.

Seungcheol takes the time to wrap a hand around his cock as he strokes himself; body turned halfway towards the laptop to see what everyone was saying.

hoshi_tiger_xx: uh ohhh pretty baby came without permission

hoshi_tiger_xx has donated $50

hoshi_tiger_xx: donation for squirting tho

alphagyu97: ugh look at her cute lil hole begging to be filled up

angelhan: bet she’s feeling empty rn huh

Your soft mewls have Seungcheol turning back to face you; eyes trained on your twitching body when the pleasure starts to ebb away and the overstimulation from the vibrator starts to bite. “Daddy… the---the, mmh, toy…”

“You can turn it off, sweetheart.” His tone is clipped and you already know you’re in for it once you manage to find the switch on the silicone toy. You turn it off and slide your hand from underneath you; palms flat against the sheets as you sniffle.

“I--I’m really s-sorry, I--I couldn’t--”

“I want you on your knees again, princess.”

Nodding shakily, you ease your bent leg down as you maneuver yourself onto your knees; hands already searching for Seungcheol before you hear his small ‘ah, ah, ah’s. “Hands behind your back and tongue out, baby.” You follow his orders as you clasp your hands behind your back and diligently open your mouth and stick your tongue out as far as you can.

He brings his cock towards your face, tapping his cock head against your tongue before he starts to jerk himself off over your mouth and face. “I gotta hand it to you, princess. At least you apologized.” Seungcheol laughs under his breath, “But next time though? I won’t even let you have my cock.”

You whimper in return, brows furrowed under the silk tie.

“Fuck, ‘m gonna cum all over this pretty face.” His grip on his cock tightens and he thrusts into his palm quicker as he chases his high. “Don’t worry. I’ll take pretty pictures of your cum stained face.”

Seungcheol groans as he feels the coil in his body snapping and not a second later do you feel warm rivulets of cum hitting your cheeks and your tongue. Some of it manages to catch on the silk tie as you moan. The donations and comments pour in like water as Seungcheol continues to cover your face in cum and for the umpteeth time, you’re reassured that this was a path that worked out for you.

It was so silly that you’d thought of quitting camming earlier.

Although, you never brought it up to Seungcheol.

In actuality, there were quite a few things that you’d never brought up to Seungcheol.

“Fuck…” He mutters from above you and it’s enough to bring you out of your thoughts as you hold still. Seungcheol takes the hint, using a sticky cum covered hand to reach for his phone to snap pictures of you; he’d just clean it up later.

“Say cheese~” He laughs, taking a couple photos before tossing his phone onto the bed as you draw your tongue back into your mouth and swallow down the warm salty substance that managed to hit your tongue.

Seungcheol helps you up from the floor, pouting when he sees how red your knees have gotten. “Hmm, think I need to take care of my princess after this.” He helps take your blindfold off and you’re quick to blink the fogginess away as you try to focus on Seungcheol’s face before peering over to the laptop’s screen.

Your cheeks burn hot at the cum that still stains your cheeks when you see yourself but the comments that flood in calling you pretty make you giggle.

“Ooookay. I think daddy is gonna get all cleaned up and I’ll wrap up here?” You check in with Seungcheol, who shoots you a nod and a small thumbs up before slinking completely out of the camera’s view.

“Okay guys, now what were you all talking about while I was on my knees?”

You get out of the shower feeling refreshed; tossing on a loose shirt before skipping out of the bathroom.

Seungcheol is cozied up on the sofa, waiting on the food that the two of you had ordered right after you ended your show. “‘Cheollie~” He turns to you as you plop down next to him and he’s quick to wrap an arm around your shoulders as he tugs you into his side.

“Feeling better?”

“Mmhmm~ A ‘lil sleepy but I can go for that food and then sleep.”

The two of you share a laugh, eyes focused on the movie that plays on the TV. “Say…” You start, “Someone asked a good question in the comments after you stepped out.” You gulp; palms a little clammy.

You just had to know.

“Yeah? Was it about the shibari camshow again?”

“No, actually…” You take a deep breath, telling yourself it’d be okay regardless of what he said.

“Seungcheol, am I your girlfriend?”

#cherrybomb!cheol #seungcheol smut #scoups smut #seventeen smut #svt smut #scoups scenarios #scoups imagines #seungcheol imagines #seungcheol scenarios #svt scenarios #svt imagines #seventeen imagines #seventeen scenarios #scoups #seungcheol #svt fic #seventeen fic

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dialovers-translations · 3 years

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DIABOLIK LOVERS Do-S Kyuuketsu VERSUS Ⅲ Vol.5 Shuu VS Yuma [Track 4]

Original title: 過去の確執

Source: Diabolik Lovers VERSUS III Vol. 5 Shuu VS Yuma [CD not owned by me]

Audio: Here

Seiyuu: Toriumi Kousuke & Tatsuhisa Suzuki

Translator’s note: This track hurt. Per usual, Yuma is really out there preaching the good shit. I have said it before and I will say it again, Yuma is honestly the most ‘chill’ character in all of DL. Yes, he can come across as intimidating because of his built, the tone of his voice and his aggressive behavior, but he has a very strong sense of justice and his values and morals are honestly on point most of the time. So let’s all applaud him for telling Shuu to move his lazy ass and BE A MAN already. :p I love Shuu, but he really does have a bad habit of running away from his responsibilities.

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Track 4: Discord of the Past

You trail behind Shuu in the forest.

Shuu: ...Don’t follow me. Just leave me be. Just return to the human world where he is.

You shake your head.

Shuu: ...You really are such a meddlesome woman. Why do you always insist oー ...!?

*Kaw kaw*

*Rustle*

Shuu: ...Get down!!

Shuu tackles you to the ground.

*Thud*

Shuu: Don’t move...You’ll be killed by that eagle.

*Kaw*

Shuu: ...Buzz off!

He launches an attack at the eagle.

*Kaw*

Shuu: Stop flying from one place to another...Get out of my sight!

*WOOSH*

*Kaw*

Shuu: ...He ran, huh?

*Rustle*

Shuu: ...You’re unharmed, right?

You nod.

Shuu: Good. ...Hah. I didn’t think we’d run into one one those guys here. ...The eagle from earlier was part of the Adler Clan. I assume they caught rumor of me struggling to use Father’s powers to their full potential and are using it as an opportunity to strike. Your heart has a strong scent, that’s probably whyーー Ugh...

You grow worried.

Shuu: ...Uu...Stay away!

*Thud*

Shuu: Haah, haah...You should hurry up and...!

You ask Shuu if he is struggling to control the force inside of him.

Shuu: Why are these the times you actually use your brain...? ...I’m having trouble controlling Father’s powers...The moment I pick up the scent of blood...I feel as if I’m about to lose my mind...Ughーー!! Ah...Haah...What is this? ...Fuck! I shouldn’t have returned here...Hah...This thirst...won’t settle down...

Shuu bites you.

*Gulp gulp*

Shuu: Mmh...Nn...Hah...I might end up...killing you...Like this, I’m no different from those other guys...

You give him permission.

Shuu: You foolish woman...Even if you wouldn’t mind that, Iーー ...Fuck! I know this isn’t the time to be overwhelmed by my own urges but...! Hahn...

*Gulp gulp*

Shuu: Mmh...

*Gulp*

Yuma: Oi!? What the fuck ya doin’!? ...Move out of the way!!

Yuma punches Shuu.

*THUD*

Shuu: ...!?

Yuma: ...Oi! ...Che...Didn’t I tell ya to fight back!?

You apologize.

Yuma: ...Fix up yer clothes. Don’t make me any more upset than I already am. Come on!

*Rustle rustle*

Shuu: Ugh...

Yuma: Heh. I can’t believe ya. Ya were makin’ a big deal ‘bout me takin’ out my anger on her earlier, but you’re no different, are ya? You’re just lettin’ yerself get pushed ‘round by the powers ya inherited from yer Old Man...I’m pretty sure your past self would have never let that happen.

Shuu: ...

Yuma: Say somethin’...Don’t ya feel any sort of responsiblity now that you’ve inherited his strength!? Stop constantly runnin’ around...Ya need to step up and fulfill yer duty! Why don’t ya understand that’s the perfect way for ya to atone for what ya did to me and my family!?

Shuu: Atonement...? Don’t try and connect two things which are completely unrelated.

Yuma: They are related! ‘Cause you’re the one behind that fire!

Shuu: ...!? That’s...

Yuma: You’re gonna try and tell me ya weren’t the one responsible? Even I know that much. My memories might still be vague, but I’m smart enough to realize that Reiji started the fire ‘cause he was jealous of you.

Shuu: ...!!

Yuma: However, just ‘cause Reiji is the one who lit the fire, doesn’t mean you take no blame at all. If ya had handled the situation a lil’ better, then maybe he would never thought of doin’ such a thing. Right!? ーー In that case, I wouldn’t have to be turned into a Vampire either. In other words, Shuu...You are the one who started it all.

Shuu: Haah...My responsibility, huh?

Yuma: I honestly don’t hold a grudge against ya or anythin’. It’s not like we can still bring back the lost village. I just want you to get yer shit together and take responsiblity now that you’ve got the power to do so. Don’t ya think it’s ‘bout time ya stop turnin’ a blind eye to everything? ...Don’t ya feel bad for her as well?

Shuu: ...Are you done now?

Yuma: Haah?

Shuu: I didn’t inherit these powers because I wanted them.

Yuma: Hah, I see. ...Ya really are hopeless shitbag, aren’t ya? ...Let’s go.

Yuma starts walking away as you try and convince him to talk to Shuu.

Yuma: Just give up. No matter what we say to him now, he’ll just ignore it. ...Don’t ya dare ever show me that face again.

Shuu: ...

You leave with Yuma.

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

#diabolik lovers #dialovers #shuu sakamaki #yuma mukami #diabolik lovers versus III #diabolik lovers translation #diabolik lovers drama cd #drama cd

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bunnozi · 4 years

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7/11 - (soft dabi x reader) <3

summary:

dabi gets soft on your regular 4am trip to 7/11.

as a villain, there's always pros and cons.

for example, some cons may be: never being able to see your family. friends. anybody considered 'innocent. unless, of course, it's to kill them.

or, that could be a good thing. whatever floats your boat, I guess.

for you, the pros seemed worth it enough to abandon everything, everyone else. you ran away from home, ditched the shitty public school you attended that never seemed to appreciate your quirk enough--and started to play by your own rules.

no more curfew, nobody to say when you can and can't use your quirk, or HOW you use it. pure freedom.

like I said, the pros outweighed the cons.

××××

"hey! runt, come with me for a cigarette run, eh?"

ahh yes, how you ended up here. the fucking league of villains. past you from a short year ago would be ecstatic!

up with the big guys now, actually a part of something worth your while.

but back to the current situation...

it was normal for dabi to drag you along consistently for 4am 7/11 runs. you'd get some monster and him a pack of cigarettes, gum for toga (bubblegum, of course), whatever twice was in the mood for that night, (spinner secretly liked when you got him a pack of those barbecued meal works, but that was your little secret)--and shigaraki just sneered when you offered to bring him back something.

what a prick.

"brat! you got cotton in your ears or somethin'?" dabi shouts from across the room impatiently. "grab your shit, we're leaving in 5."

you give a small nod of your head and quickly jogged to throw on a hoodie lying around--most likely one of shiggy's--and pulled on your shoes.

dabi's waiting at the back door of the make-shift hideout when you look up, and then you're both off into the pitch black night.

×××

darkness used to scare you. especially because of your gender, the harsh, and often unforgiving world past dark used to be a nonexistent part of your life. you stayed away, like a good little girl.

you knew you had a strong quirk, with so much potential! but with no training or recognition from school, and your parents, it was almost useless.

but now with the league, who were better mentors than your stupid school could ever dream of being, you're better. stronger. not some weak little kid anymore.

it's amazing, really. the feeling of walking around at night in the dark, and not being fearful. because now you're the one to be feared.

walking around with dabi is especially empowering. not that you doubt yourself or your own strength, but it's an even bigger ego booster to be side by side with the blue flame user.

dare say, you may even have developed an attraction to him!

not just his quirk, or even his looks, but his personality drew you in. he's always been supportive of your decision to become independent, never says anything passive aggressive or judgmental like your parents! and overall, he's your number one 'hyper upper'. (side note: just say hype man, author).

soon, you can see the florescent lights of the 7/11 in the distance and will yourself to stop daydreaming.

"so, what's on the list for today?" you question the man next to you, rocking on your heels. he stops walking and shoves a hand in his pocket, rifling around. there's a crinkle of paper and a wadded up sticky note is fished out.

he unballs the list and squints down at it, clicking his teeth.

"wow, looks like handjob finally decided to stoop down to our 'rodent' level and ask for something," he gives a dick-ish smile, and it seems like the cutest thing in the world to you. anyone else might find his face scary, definitely gross, maybe even nauseating. but for your psychotic ass…seeing the way his cheeks crinkle and his eyes glint gives you butterflies in the stomach.

you laugh at his crude comment, shaking your head.

"damn, i was sure the next time i pestered him about it he'd turn me into dust." dabi turns unexpectedly serious for a moment, and you furrow your eyebrows in concern. had you said something wrong..?

"dabi...?"

dabi looks you dead in the eyes and turns to face you, taking a deep breath.

"just...don't worry, okay? i'd never let that jerk-off lay one of his greasy mitts on you. that's a promise! i know we mess around a lot, but-" he looks uncomfortable with the display of such emotion, but covers it up with false confidence. "-you matter to me, even with how irritating you can be.."

he raises a pinky expectantly, and you stand there mouth gaping. "well? gonna pinky promise me or not pipsqueak?" he smirks.

you blink a few times, as if to make sure you're not dreaming or tripping balls (food at the hideout is always questionable) and give a dumb nod, linking pinkies with him, his hands rough against yours.

you boldly grip a calloused hand in yours and tug him in after you, grinning all the way and arm swinging behind you. he chuckles while tightening the hold, and you both stroll through the glass doors at last.

dabi looks satisfied, and turns to the lit up building once again.

"now come on, we got shit to steal. coming? or you just gonna stand there and wait for them to call the cops?"

you snort and stare at him indignantly, "of-of course not! who do you take me for, some dumb hero?"

yeah, being a villain always has some cons. but the pros are always ever-sweeter.

#bnha dabi #bnha dabi x reader #dabi #dabi bnha #dabi is touya #dabi x reader #dabi x reader fluff #mha dabi #implied shigaraki x reader #toga himiko #jin bubaigawara #league of villains #twice mha #spinner #bnha shigaraki #shigaraki tomura #bnha x reader #bnha x reader fluff #dabi fluff

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storiesofsvu · 2 years

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Thoughts on tonight….

Welp. Thx citytv. We starting with OC tonight!

(Lets hope my roomie stays out of the house til 11…)

Its been so long i basically dont remember what’s happening anymore…

Wheatley really is batshit… like… last ep he was ALL over angela & how he loved her & now he’s playing russian roulette with her??

HU HOOOOO YESSSS MOMMY AYANNA CALLING ELLIOT OUT ON HIS *SHIT*!!! THANK YOU

Aaaand yet he’s still UC anyways 🤦🏼‍♀️🤦🏼‍♀️

Okay the angela thing was a fraud… as i thought…(still confused about his other wife though?!)

That bitch just got FRIED jeeeesus

LOOOLLL chris just fucked up his blocking & RAN right into danielle 😂😂😂💀

Onto OG.

I’m still salty this got brought back instead of launching For the Defense…

Ugh good GOD we’re *really* launching RIGHT into this aren’t we? Like… obvi i wanna punch this old white dude in the teeth, so at least he’s got a partner to keep his head on straight & keep accountable.

Okay but seriously how do people not know police can and *will* lie to you?!

Jfc… the police departments are not “under attack” they’re being called out for their wildly innappropriate behaviour…😒😒

Petition to bring our favourite lawyers back on the OG as defence pls….

THIS FUCKING COP. Jfc… i hate him…

Yo.. ada… dont take the fucking blame for cosgrove’s purposeful fuck up??!! 🙄🙄

I have to admit, i VERY much enjoy how much more is done in the courtroom on this, but it is slow paced, or maybe i just dont know the characters that much….

Why are all the chairs in this courtroom SO comfy looking?! Like, the svu ones must be SO rough to sit on for 16+ hour shooting days…

Okay… now onto the one i’m *actually* here for…🙄

DOMESTIC ROLLISI

okay wow jessie way to throw an awkward loop into it….

I THOUGHT THIS WAS A FUCKING GAY DATE NOT A BIRTH MOTHER DAUGHTER MEETING 💀💀

KHALDUN!!! YESSSSSSSSSS

Love that olivia CLEARLY knows about rollisi, but hasnt mentioned shit yet…

Wow the makeup match on michelle is NOT GOOD

The girl playing michelle has been in 2 prior eps of svu (as different characters) and i gotta wonder if mariska remembers working with them before or not?

🥺🥺🥺 my poooorrr hearrrrttt. That park fight was…. Somethin… like i GET that rollins is gonna have a hard time with shit cause of all of her damn baggage, AND i get carisi being frustrated, ESP if its been NINE months??!! Damn guys. AND he’s RIGHT about this BLOWING UP an entire case/trial. Like? It could be a VERY important one completely lost because Buchanan’s a sleaze & finds out…

This ep was actually super good.

Amanda: discloses

Liv: girl pls. Ive been waiting 5 seasons for this. I knew.

Okay that ending was SO CUTE & lovely & UGHFJSNDKDKDKA. I cannot wait for the carisi dinner🥺

#svu #law and order spoilers #law & order organized crime #spoilers #law & order spoilers #law and order #law and order svu

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ninnodesu · 3 years

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“Can I See You?” ch 5 || Modern!Thomas

It's time, guys. We've reached the ending of this little thing I created! I will be writing an epilogue, but the mainstory is now over.

I so hope you liked this little story, and I appreciate every single comment, kudos and share I've gotten from all of you! It's been so much fun actually writing and ending my first ever fanfiction! Thank you, thank you thank you! Tipjar/sneak peek collection

The more you started to walk on your own, the more the atmosphere in the house had changed. You could feel it, it was heavier. Charlie’s eyes had become colder. He started following you when he noticed that Thomas felt safer leaving you alone for longer periods of time. His eyes had almost gotten… hungrier.

The feeling of eyes dragging over your body during times you’d been alone and doing simple things such as baking, doing laundry, reading, was becoming something unbearable. You’d also begun to notice how Charlie had been home more in general. He came home earlier from his patrolling, and left later than he usually did. That is, if he left the house at all.

At first, it didn’t really bother you. You guessed he just wanted to spend time at home in general. But then came the subtle comments from him. Those… hints. Whispers directed at you if you were close enough to hear them; “Your leg looks nice ” and “I wouldn’t be runnin’ yet, though”. It was always either those hints, or he’d come straight up to you to stand close and breath in your scent. Charlie wasn’t stupid, though, he knew to keep away when Thomas was close by, but even if you remained close to your self-appointed guardian, you could still feel a pair of - literally - hungry eyes following you. Today, however, you were blessed. Because Charlie had decided to leave you alone thanks to Tommy, who you had dragged out to sit under one of the big trees at the end of the yard with. The weather was cool, the sun wasn’t as much of a scorcher for once, so you’d taken the opportunity to relax.

Tommy was leaning up against the tree while you resorted to lay down, starfishing in the grass. “Tommy?”, you spoke up, and he grunted in response. So you turned your head to look at him, noticing he had his eyes closed and arms crossed behind his head. “Does your face still hurt?”. Your only response from him was a side glance and a cocked eyebrow. “I mean…”, you sat up. “Does your face still hurt where you cut it?”, at that moment his brows knit together, still not giving you a proper response. “I’m just saying… If your face isn’t in pain…”, looking down you shrugged. That’s when a deep sigh erupted from him and he proceeded to lean forward. He glared at you, annoyance clear as glass, and you knew; You pushed that particular button one too many times “I...I’m sorry I just…”, you stammered out. He was tense as he raised one hand to spell.

‘E’ ‘n’ ‘o’ ‘u’ ‘g’ ‘h’

And that was it. He left you sitting alone on the grass outside as he stomped off, hands clenched into fists. And you knew you’d gone too far. The front door slammed hard enough for you to hear it, even though you were a few feet away and you flinched slightly.

“Shit…”, you mumbled to yourself and laid on your back again.

Looking up into the sky, you traced the clouds as they slowly drifted by, and your thoughts started to venture into your life back home. Sure, you have your family. But the contact with them has always been sporadic. Not because you didn’t care for them, but only because that's just… how it’s always been. A natural occasional communication, which both you and your parents are comfortable with. Friends? That’s another deal. You have a few, and you keep in contact with them, but you’re not close to any of them. Most of them just being the “ I know you through that person who I met at a party ”-kind of friendship. But you always felt that was better than not having anyone at all.

All that thinking about home awoke a sudden urge to talk to your parents, and you patted the pockets on your jean shorts, cursing at the fact that you hadn’t brought your phone out with you. Groaning, you reluctantly got up from your place to head back in. You didn’t get far, however, before the apparent bloodhound Charlie had transformed into grabbed your arm and pulled you around a corner.

He gripped your upper arms hard enough to leave bruises as his eyes undressed you.

“So, your guard dog left ya, didn’t he?”, you just glared at him and scrunched up your nose as the smell of alcohol wafted towards you. "Let me go, Charlie.", you tugged your arms to try and free yourself, but his grip hardened, making you hiss in pain. "It’s Hoyt to you, bitch. ", he growled. "What do you want, Hoyt?", you pronounced his make-believe name in a childish way, doing your best to get your face into neutrality. "Oh, hun'", he started as one of his hands came up to caress one of your cheeks, "I think we can arrange somethin’ real nice." You turned your head from him, you couldn’t look at him, you knew exactly what he meant by that, and the thought alone was enough to make you sick. But your reaction was not what he wanted, as he grabbed your chin in a hard grip to make you look at him before he continued; “If ya can open those pretty legs o’ yours to his ugly mug”, he started breathing deeper, a low moan escapes him as he continues, “then maybe you’ll do the same for me.”

You just stared at him, Doing your best to hide the obvious shock at what he had said. But if his grin was something to go after; he saw it. “Oh, I heard ya alright. You think you’re being quiet, but I heard him fucking ya.”

You frowned at the obvious breach in private life. You shook your head to get away from his grip. “You make me sick.”, the only words you could even imagine giving as a retort before you inhaled sharply, as you felt one of his hands drag itself over one of your breasts. He leaned in close to your ear and whispered;

"I'll make ya feel better than him." You whimpered at his words, doing your absolute best to ignore the prickling sensation of oncoming tears. "That boy doesn't know how to properly treat a pussy." "Please… Let me go.", you couldn’t help the pathetic plea. "Or…" "Or what, bitch ? You'll call your dumb guard dog to come rescue you?"

That disgusting grin off his returned before he made your blood run cold; " I can't wait to eat you. "

Meanwhile, down inside the basement. Tommy was leaning on his hands as he looked into a cracked mirror, Thoroughly inspecting his scars and deformities. He hated what he saw, always had. He didn’t have a nose and parts of his lips were missing. Your words rang in his mind as he let his head hang.

I want you, Tommy.

For some reason, he was annoyed. The fact that your leg is fully healed now means you could just get up and leave him whenever you wanted. But he wanted to believe, by God, how much he wanted to believe that you wouldn’t. That you’d choose to stay with him, become his and, maybe even… He shook his head. That was a dumb thought.

Looking back up, he was met with a darker shade of his usually light eyes. And he sighed as a storm began to rage inside him.

- I told you. - Stop. - No, you stop, Tommy. Open your eyes. - I have. - You haven't opened them for shit. She's leaving you. - You don't know that!

He punched the mirror, and glass rained down. Blood welled up from where the glass cut him.

- I do know that. And you do too. - No. She- - She what? Loves you? - … - Look at yourself, man. You're nothing to her. - We slept together. - She did that to get on your good side. She did it for survival. - No… - Look in the mirror…

Thomas glanced down at one of the biggest shards on the ground;

- And come up with one good reason she would stay for that.

He growled and crushed the shard under his heavy boot before buckling his mask back on and walking up to the main floor. With the feeling of hunger attacking his stomach he did his best to try and sneak into the kitchen, knowing mama is making supper. His plans got spoiled, however, as he was quickly shooed away from the kitchen by words such as "I don't need you eating everything before dinner!" or "Nuh-uh, Thomas Hewitt. Don't think about snacking before dinner!". A towel getting smacked at his arm had him chuckling and raising his hands in defeat. So he decided to trudge to his upstairs bedroom instead.

A satisfied hum left him as he ran his fingers through the dirty locks on his head, his mask hanging loosely around his neck, before finally letting himself collapse on the bed. He grimaced a bit as he began picking on the bloody scabs that were starting to form.

Shit, these went deep…

He shrugged and proceeded to stare up at the ceiling. Again disappearing inside his head.

- Why don’t you go find her? - Why should I? - To tell her the truth. - Pssh. - Haha. See, I told you. - Told me what? - The truth. - That if you’re ever dumb enough to confess, - she’ll leave. - … - I’m just sayin’, since she can walk again. - I’ve told you to shut up. - Because you’re a pussy and can’t handle hearing facts. - She doesn’t love you. - She used you. Fucked you to get on your soft side. - Do you really think she would love you? Are you that dense? - What do you mean? - You think you could live a happy life? - Get married? - Have kids? - I… uh... - Jesus christ, you actually are stupid, Thomas. - …

He was jolted out of his brain as he heard a knock on his door, to which he tapped the floor with his boot in response. "Supper’s ready, hun.", his mama lit up the gloomy room when he saw her head poking in. He nodded and got up, tucking his hand away from sight. If she saw the cuts, he would just get an earful from her, something he was not in the mood for. The smell of food wafted through the main floor, and his stomach made one of the loudest growling sounds he’s heard; chili was on the menu. Looking around, he noticed you were nowhere to be seen… neither was Charlie. A detail that did not sit right in his gut. He tapped the table, gaining mama’s attention, and motioned to your empty seats;

‘Where are they?’

Luda just seemed to look at the chairs, then at Monty who just shrugged. "I don't know, dear." Thomas didn't like this, he couldn't trust his uncle alone with you. He knew Charlie was a creep towards women, especially so attractive ones. He had, unfortunately, both seen and heard it. But The funny feeling in the pit of his stomach began simmering down just slightly as he saw you both walk into the dining room. Your expression, however, made a chill run down his spine. You didn’t look at anyone. All you did was sit down in silence at the dinner table.

All of you hung your head and listened as Charlie began reciting the dinner prayer. Thomas nodded along as it ended with “ Amen ”. Tommy saw how you mainly just pushed food around with your spoon, mostly just taking the smallest of bites. He knew you weren’t the biggest fan of eating human meat, but he did also know you actually loved his mama’s chili. Wanting your attention, he nudged your ankle with his boot carefully, hoping you would look up at him or at least give him a glance. But you didn’t react much.

- I told you - Fuck off.

It mostly looked like you tucked your feet behind the legs of the chair, if the way your thighs moved as he looked over you was anything to go by.

Dinner was silent, only a slight murmuring coming from mama and Charlie. Thomas finished eating first, but decided to stay seated and wait for you. He wanted to know what was up with you and why you looked so… out of it. Your expression relaxed, no smile. Your eyes looked empty, merely staring out into nothingness as you slowly forced yourself to eat. Something was up. But as you thanked mama for the meal and rose to stand up, with Thomas mimicking you; Charlie spoke up. “Thomas, sit down.”, The man stopped in a hunched over position, hands flat on the table, brows furrowed. He glanced over to you, who looked pale and your lips were pressed into a thin line as you left in a hurry. Clatter then came from the kitchen and it almost sounded like you basically threw your plate into the sink. He listened to your footsteps. And finally, a clue. The back door closed shut.

Back yard. Barn, probably.

“Thomas.”, Charlie’s voice rang out again, harder. He just looked over at his uncle with a cocked eyebrow, sitting across from him as he sat back down. “It’s time we talked, boy.”, slowly, Thomas’ breathing increased, brows knitting together as he signed.

‘About what?’

“About your friend, hun.”, his mama spoke out next to him and he snapped his head to look at her before mouthing the word “ no ” towards her. “Tommy, it’s time we talked about this. We agreed.”

‘I’m not killing her, mama.’

His hand movements were stiff, and his face twisted into a scowl. His mama sighed and proceeded to lean back and put her hands on her lap. “I know you like this girl, darlin’, but…”, he was breathing heavily, the thick leather of the mask making every breath sound like a huff. The look between his mama and Charlie made him sick. Banging the table with the palm of his hand he gestured for her to continue before inquiring;

‘But, WHAT?’

“She ain’t family, boy.”, with those words Thomas shot up from the chair, knocking it back on to the floor. He was furious. It was rare for him to get that angry at his own family, which made his motion all the more shocking to the rest of the people in the room. ‘ What do you mean she’s not family?’ In his mind, he knew it was a stupid question. The only one who knew you, was him. They didn’t. To them, you were nothing more than cattle. He stormed out, kicking one of the empty chairs out of his path and making it fly to the corner of the room. “THOMAS BROWN HEWITT!”, his mother called after him. But he ignored her. He couldn’t look at her. All those times she’d talked about grandbabies, and then she was talking about taking away the only person who… He just shook his head and headed off to the barn.

Thomas was off to hunt a specific kind of prey.

The barn was cool and damp, a stark contrast to the settling warmth of the evening sun. You’ve curled up behind an old rundown couch in one of the corners to try and hide from the world. Charlie’s voice echoed in your head. You just wanted to go home, to your apartment, most preferably with Tommy. The only person who could make this hell house bearable. A sudden gust of cool evening wind hit you, and a shiver ran down your spine. “I don’t want to die…”, you mumbled into your arms as you wrapped them around your knees and sobbed. Heavy tears accompanied by hulking whimpers. You were crying loudly, almost screaming out your pain in a desperate way to drown out what Charlie had told you before dinner.

“I hope you said your goodbyes, girlie” “What do you mean?” His smirk, his disgusting grin plastered on his face and that breath that reeked of stale tobacco and alcohol. “You’re invited to our Sunday barbeque,” a tongue slowly dragging over your neck, “but you’re not going to like the menu.”

Heavy, shuffling footsteps alerted you of his presence and made you glance in their general direction before peeking up from the back of the couch. And there you saw him, that beacon of light of yours, how he knew you went out here, you weren't sure. But there he was, and so were you. Taking a deep breath, you swallowed down any remaining tears and hulking sobs. "I'm here.", you weakly called out and threw a hand up from behind the sofa to notify where exactly " here " is. You didn’t have to look up to know he was leaning over the back of the couch, because your entire form was cast in shadow. All you did was curl back up into a ball. "What do you want?", you mumbled, probably too low for him to hear properly, but then the robotic voice you’ve come to associate Tommy with rings out in the barn.

Talk

"About what?", you swallowed again, Fear of what might be about to come bubbling in your stomach.

Charlie

You grimaced as you heard that disgusting name, but you put on a childish voice and imitated Charlie. " Actually, it's Hoyt .", why you did it you weren't sure. But you figured it was because of the sheer fact that you couldn’t stand being mad around Thomas. And you smiled as you heard that deep chuckle of his come from above you. Suddenly, you felt a large hand come lay on the top of your head. He smoothed your hair down, putting a stray strand behind the part of your ear he could reach. Looking up, you were met with those deep eyes of his. His hand pulled away slightly, but all you did was reach for it with your own and put it to your cheek, nuzzling into his rough and calloused but soft palm.

You closed your eyes while enjoying the feeling of his warm hand against your cheek. But then, the memories of what Charlie had told you crept back into your mind. You were invited to a barbeque, but not the way you'd like to be. Reaching up, you grip around Thomas' wrist desperately. Full of angst, fear, a grasp signaling he's the only thing holding you above water. But you couldn't look at him, if you opened your eyes at this moment, the floodgates would open. Because you were too scared of the fact that one day you’d never see his face again.

You didn’t want to look at the man you were going to leave in the worst way possible. Even if you did your best to swallow any and all sobs that wanted to escape, eventually you couldn’t anymore. And you cried. Fat tears running down your cheeks and over Thomas’ hand still resting on you, a big thumb coming to wipe one of them away. His hand disappeared from you before you heard shuffling and a low grunt. Shortly after, you found yourself surrounded by two big arms that lifted you up, only to be sat down on his lap.

His hold was warm, comforting, a castle of coziness and solace. You woke up one day, terrified for your life, looking up into the eyes of the man you’ve talked to online for months, maybe even close to a year, waiting to die by his hand. But now; those very hands were holding you tight to him, shielding you from the real monster, and all you could do was cry. You felt his chest start to vibrate before you heard a low and booming… hum. Thomas was humming a tune, a melody you hadn’t heard before, and soon after, you felt him ever so slowly start to sway from side to side. He was comforting you.

He sighs as he rests his chin on top of your head, calmly swinging while humming the lullaby his mama always sang for him when he had nightmares, or came home after getting rocks thrown at him. He couldn’t be angry at you anymore for nagging on him to start talking. You felt as small as you did during the nights you’d had nightmares and asked him to come sleep with you.

Right then, and right there, he could stay forever. That was better than the first time you’d had sex. When he felt that you’d started to relax a little bit and when he noticed your sobs had started to die down, he swallowed, wetting his dry throat before clearing it with a faint cough. “Mine.” He lifted his head as you looked up at him with huge eyes. An unsure smile danced on his lips before he gave a small, discreet nod. Hoping you would get his message, what he wanted to convey.

You were his. In his heart, you had been his for a long time and Tommy could never live with himself if he lost you without letting you know that you were. He knew the conversation wasn’t over yet, due to the fact that Hoyt would still be on his ass about killing you. And if Thomas wasn’t careful enough; he would do it himself. You weren’t safe here anymore, and he knew that. The deal was that you could stay alive until your leg healed. What would happen after that? Tommy was truly scared that he would lose you, one way or another, and he made the decision to confess his feelings for you then and there. The look you gave him sent the butterflies in his stomach into a frenzy. Carefully, he took your chin and turned your head slightly for him to easier whisper into your ear; “You’ve always been mine.”

He bit back a chuckle when you quickly turned your head to look him in his eyes. “What…”, all he did in response was smile at you and slide a hand under your jaw to caress your cheek with his thumb as he took your face in, making sure to remember it. His eyes travelled over your eyebrows, outlining the shape of your nose... Those beautiful eyes, and the shape of your cupid's bow, loving the fact that your lower lip was just slightly thicker than the upper one. He moved his thumb from your cheek to slowly let it drag on the edge of your lower lip. Your heart fluttered in your chest, butterflies wreaking havoc in your stomach as you felt his lips land on yours. It’d been two weeks since you’d slept together. Neither of you had initiated anything more than just leaning up against one another - or mostly you using Tommy as a pillow - while watching late-night TV when neither of you could sleep.

His lips were warm, his raspy breathing fanning over your cheek as you entangled your hand in his dark locks of brown to pull him closer to you as you accepted his kiss. A small delighted hum came from him as you did. He surprised you, however, as he made the decision to deepen your kiss, a sign of dominance he hadn’t shown you before. His heavy tongue asking for entrance by tenderly dragging over your lower lip. And you happily accepted his question, parting your lips to give his strong muscle room to take the control he seemed eager to express.

You only gave him a quick taste, however, then moved around on his lap to instead straddle his big thighs and wrap your legs around his waist. Thomas, ever the shy man he was, reacted as you’d expected him to. His face turned a lovely shade of red, and his hands started to awkwardly hover over your hips. Every ounce of bravery he just had in his body seemed to have just seeped out through his very pores. Hands balled into fists only to unclench again.

You giggled at how fast he relaxed as you took his hands and put them on your hips. “Tommy… Relax.”, you whispered close to his face. “You’ve touched me before. Remember?”, you breathed out a laugh as you saw his eyes shoot open, his face becoming redder as he nods quickly, and his eyes dart around the barn as if trying to avoid you. Your fingers carded through his hair to find the buckles of his mask. After silently asking for permission to remove it, a smile grew on your face as he nodded, closing his eyes as you slowly unbuckled it and put it down next to him.

His shyness always got to you. He was such a hulking giant, covered in muscles made for manual work, muscles made for crushing bones. His mere presence had the ability to invoke fear, yet there he was, seated on the floor behind a couch. A blushy mess, with you on his lap. It didn’t take long after straddling his thighs before he pressed his lips to yours. Again, he asked for permission to taste you. And again you gave it to him. His tongue met yours, and you moaned as he pressed his against it. Tongues, curious to taste and to feel one another. To commit each other's taste to memory. Last time, every kiss you had shared while he thrust himself into you was hurried, Hungry, and in the heat of the moment. But now? The kiss had a meaning, it was a silent communication between the two of you. It was between two people, two hearts connecting. Both of you knew what the kiss meant, you were made for each other.

You’d fallen in love with a perfect stranger, long before he had shown you his face. The way he had talked to you, about his hobbies. The love he had for his family, the passion for his work. He was your shelter and your knight. All it took for Thomas to fall for you? Your voice. He still remembered when you accidentally sent him a voice recording, how you laughed at your dumb little miss click, ending the recording with “oh well, hi” . And to him, you fit perfectly into his arms, the spaces between his fingers made for yours.

A devilish thought hit you, and so you ground once over his crotch and laughed when he broke the kiss with a loud grunt, almost pushing you straight off his lap. An action only hindered by your hands wrapped around his neck. He glared at you and shook his head. “Why not?”, you replied in a sultry teasing voice. He refused with his head and nodded to the open space behind you. “Oh, no one will notice us here.”, his face reddened up again. He kept vehemently indicating “ No. No sexy times in here. ” But you wouldn’t back down. Again, you ground on him, causing him to groan and move his hands to your hips. You attacked his lips, hungry to taste his moans as you moved over his growing erection. After another hard grind, Tommy grabbed your hips hard and took control, Slowly moving you over his crotch while you ate up every sound he made. It didn’t take long for you both to end up in a frenzied dry humping session. At some point his hand had found its way up under your top, lightly pinching a nipple between his fingers. The barn was filled with grunts and heavy moans from the both of you, but a sudden high noise startled you. Your movements stopped. You turned to look towards where the sound had come from, both of you silently listening for more noises while Tommy reached for his mask and buckled it back on over his head.

A bang. And a scream .

Thomas was fast up on his feet, basically throwing you off his lap and bolting towards the house.

The scream belonged to mama.

Inside, Tommy was met by the frightened stare from a woman he had never seen before, something that wasn’t uncommon and Thomas figured she was one of Hoyt’s hookers. The drunk idiot had probably slipped up: he either accidentally told the woman what really goes on in this house, or she snuck off after he had passed out and ended up finding the basement. And so, that woman was holding his mama hostage with what looked like one of Charlie’s guns. She was terrified. Thomas' chest was heaving as he glued his eyes on the gun.

“Drop the gun, hun. And nothin’ is gonna happen to ya.”, Luda’s voice was calm, but Thomas could hear the faint undertone of fear in her voice. She’s terrified but refuses to show anything. ”L-let me go! A-and I won’t call the cops!”. When the woman spoke his eyes snapped to her, so Thomas took one step forward, but she quickly pressed the gun into mama’s temple, making him stop with a muffled growl. "S-stop! Or I'll… I'll do it!", he remained still, opting to look at his mother as she explained the situation with only two words. “She knows, Tommy.”, Luda Mae flinched as the stranger behind her scoffed and pressed the gun even harder into her temple. But her face was locked in neutrality, and he couldn’t help but admire the strongest woman he’s ever known. “Yeah! I-I know! Fucking crazy, inbred psychos…”, she hissed

Thomas raised a hand, spelling out;

'H' 'o' 'y' 't'

His eyes flickered down to her finger doing an upwards motion to the floor upstairs.

Fucking asshole

Was all Tommy could think before the poor woman’s eyes suddenly shot open in shock. Blood bubbled up from her mouth and she sputtered, covering mama's right cheek in crimson. The hand holding the gun fell to her side, and as it did, Tommy made an act at lightning speed to pull mama behind him. He just stared as he saw… you. He saw you pulling the knife out of the hooker's throat. You'd stabbed her. Straight into the jugular, and as she went down he followed her before shifting his eyes to you as you wiped a bit of blood off your cheek. Your face was unreadable. He wasn’t sure what kind of emotions you were conveying at that moment. Fear? Disgust? Anger? Sadness? He didn’t know. But the hand holding the knife was shaking, almost to the point where it would vibrate out of your palm. He listened to your raggedy breaths coming out in sobs before you suddenly dropped the weapon, then leaned over the sink and threw up.

The sound of rushing water echoes on the upper floor where you’re furiously scrubbing your hands while hyperventilating, hands shaking badly as you do. Your thoughts are in a whirlwind, trying to wrap your head around the fact that you’d killed someone. And knowing what will happen to her body now, that she won’t have a peaceful burial in a beautiful grove or surrounded by her family, makes you nauseous. You had essentially just handed them dinner.

Suddenly, your airways tightened and you couldn’t breathe, the room was too small, too hot. And with a bang, you slammed the water off and ran through the house, ignoring the angry voices that yelled after you as you shut the back door. You don’t care. You need air, now . Outside, you pressed your back against the tree that you early on shared with Thomas, before sliding down it as you feel air returning to your lungs. All you did was breathe for a few minutes, focusing on returning to your senses while staring up into the night sky, counting the stars. As you did, your mind wandered back to your apartment far away from here. Patting your pocket, you smiled slightly as you felt you had your phone with you, and pulled it up. You replied to a few text messages, answered the occasional neglected work emails, and finally opened the gallery app.

Looking through it you realized just how much you actually missed it. It was your home after all. You even missed those neighbors who always had loud hangouts, that old lady who seemed to have more plants than her balcony could fit, and then there was that old divorced man and his cat. That… stupid cat who always forgot where it lived and had ended up in your apartment too many times to count. “Dumbass cat…”, you mumbled as you remembered the first few times it had startled you when you got out of the shower or got home from work and suddenly there was a cat laying on your couch.

Then it hit you.

I should call mom and dad.

Before scrolling through your contacts to find your mom's phone number, you looked at the setting sun and sighed, while figuring out what to tell her exactly, but hoping it would go to voicemail. You took a deep breath as you pressed the green phone symbol. Each dial tone sounded heavier and heavier before you were finally connected to what you had hoped for, voicemail.

"Hey, mom.", you started, straining your voice to sound happy. "It’s me. I just wanted to talk to you, but it seems you're busy."

As usual…

"Uhm… I'm sorry, mom. For everything I've ever said.", you pulled a bit at a loose strand on your shorts, going quiet for a minute. "I love you. And I miss you. Please forgive me."

Ending the call quickly as you felt the telltale sign of tears start to emerge, you pushed your phone back into your pocket and brought your knees up to your chest. Hugging your legs you just sat there, with nothing in particular in mind as you leaned your head on your left knee and closed your eyes.

You didn’t remember actually falling asleep, but what you did remember was being enveloped in strong arms that carried you from a cold night's breeze into warmth, along with faint but angry voices spitting nasty words, and finally ending up laying on something soft. The familiar scent of Thomas’ skin invaded your nose as you nuzzled your face into his pillow. A soft hum escaped you as he laid the cover over you. The floor creaked, and you couldn't hide the tired smile tugging at your lips as the sound of a familiar sigh echoed around the room. Reaching your hand for the giant trying to sneak out, you beckoned him. "Tommy…", he turned. Looking at you from the doorway, his eyes flickered between you on the bed and your outstretched hand. "Come." At first, he shook his head. And turned again to let you sleep alone but stopped when he heard you ask for him again. "Please. I’m cold.", a lie. That's when he caved and closed the door before turning towards you. He loomed over you, his massive form shielding you from everything that went on in this house of terror. Carefully, you reached up behind his head, fingers gliding through his soft hair to search for the fastenings to his mask. Even if he’d had his mask off just hours ago, he seemed just as nervous as earlier when it came to you removing it.

But you loved him, even if he didn’t have a nose.

Tommy sighed in relief as he felt the mask leave his face, and though he still hated being without it, it always felt nice taking it off. He pressed his forehead against yours just to feel close, but couldn’t help to smile as your lips came close to his. "It's okay…", you whispered to him., your low voice sending shivers down his spine, and he nodded.

Looking down at you, he realized how much smaller than him you truly were. He knew his muscles would mean death to you if he ever were to lose control during encounters with trespassers. The mere thought of him not being able to distinguish you from any potential dinner victim and going berserk before you was something that scared him. Scared him to the point of sending a wave of anxiety through him. But now, it wasn’t time to hunt. You were here, laying under him on his dingy bed. The only ray of sunshine in the eternal night that was his cursed life. His heart swelled when he saw your smile as he leaned in to capture your lips with his own and he sighed softly as your hands returned to his hair to pull him closer to you. When he felt your tongue meet his, he hummed in appreciation.

Slowly, Thomas tested the waters. One of his hands slid over the side of your stomach under your tank top, feeling the softness of the skin before letting his hand travel down towards your thigh. He was nervous since he’d never taken initiative with a thing like that before. But you didn't stop him, so he continued. His hand reached your plump thigh, one firm delicious squeeze making you let out a pleased hum into his mouth, a sound he happily swallowed down. He wasn't exactly sure why, but you moaning against his mouth sent chills through his body, which made his cock tingle.

You giggled a bit when he suddenly wrapped the leg, which thigh he was in the middle of groping, around his waist, making it easier for him to snugly fit his hips between your legs. His mouth left yours, traveling down your jawline, his small gentle kisses turned into bigger open-mouthed ones as he got to your neck. Your breathing increased as you felt his tongue slowly drag over that one sensitive spot you had. His whole demeanor changed when you moved to get a better hold of his hair and pulled. As you did, he took your wrists and pinned your arms above your head in an iron grip, not leaving the spot on your neck that he seemed hell-bent leaving a mark on. He nipped at you to test your reaction. You gave him what he wanted and let out a quiet moan, a sound that made him buck his hips into the space between your legs. When he finally lifted his head to look at you, arousal raced through your body because of what you saw.

Normally blue eyes taken over by something dark, hungry, and almost… animalistic. The look his eyes held made need surge through you in a way you hadn’t meant for this to end in. You’d given Thomas a taste of pleasure, and all he wanted now was more. You could see it in those eyes. He wanted more, and he was going to take it. “Oh…”, was all you could say as he rose up, squeezing your wrists once and giving you a look that said, “ Try me. ”. He smirked as you looked at him with those beautiful eyes of yours. Letting your wrists go, his hands moved towards your breasts. A shuddering breath left your lips as his big hands cupped your plush skin, groping your mounds deliciously, before pulling your t-shirt up over them. One thumb came to run slow circles around one nipple, while he kissed his way to the other one. A low moan crept up your throat as you finally felt his tongue drag over the hardening bud.

You answered his action by slowly moving your hips, making your sex rub against his clothed erection. A shiver ran down your spine as you heard him groan against your breast at the friction given to him, a puff of hot air hitting your collarbone. Lifting his head, his eyes met yours, and you could see he was as turned on as you, stare glazed over by lust. "I need you.", you whispered out shakily as you moved your hips again. He smiled, and your heart melted.

Thomas moved his kissing down your body until the bed seemed to run out of length.

Only then did his fingers find the button on your jean shorts, clumsily unbuttoning them as he sat up. As soon as he'd gotten them open, they were thrown away, discarded on the floor somewhere. He took the previously broken leg of yours and put it on his corresponding shoulder, a hand running over it and leaving trails of kisses down to your knee. His other hand, not occupied with anything, found its place on your pubic mound. His thumb landed on your clit, a mischievous grin dancing on his lips as he pressed down firmly once on your sensitive spot. "Ah!", you jerked and he chuckled at your reaction. You just pouted at him before your face relaxed into pleasure, his thumb slowly rubbing in circles while his lips kissed your leg gently.

His digit traveled south and found its way inside your needy hole, the intrusion making you buck your hips to the best of your abilities as you groan. His eyes fixated on your face, the way your brows furrowed, your mouth slightly opened as a symphony of moans and gasps came from your lungs. He loved the sight and sounds you made, they only made him braver. Knowing he made you feel good, only him. That despite him being inexperienced, all his attempts bore fruit.

No matter how much his cock throbbed inside his jeans, or how warm he was starting to feel, he wanted to make you cum before him just like the first time. "T-Tom-Haah! Tommy, I'm-!", sweet sounds left your throat right before he stopped, grinning again as you shot him an annoyed look. "That's mean…", he chuckled in response and shook his head. Thomas suddenly lifted you up with no effort, replacing your body with his own as strong hands firmly grasped either side of your hips. And before you knew it, he had maneuvered you above him. His head takes a dive between your thighs, fingers wrapping around generous amounts of your rear and eyes glinting from below you as he dragged his tongue along the inside of one of your plush thighs, making you gasp. The closer he moved towards your aching cunt, the heavier you started breathing. But right as he was about to rub against you, he stopped. Again, you groaned. "Please stop teasing me, you ass.", you whined. One of his hands came into view and he slowly spelled out two words.

'B' 'e' 'g' 'm' 'e'

You silently did as you were told by sliding closer to his face, but all he did was grab your waist and lifted you away from him, shaking his head. That was not what he wanted. He wanted to hear you beg for him to eat you out. Your voice was low as you shakily gave him what he wanted; "T-Thomas, please. Please, please, please… eat me. " He smirked before slowly dragging his tongue through your folds. Relishing in your taste coating him, he hummed when he felt your thighs tremble against his arms as he held you tight, the countless videos he’d watched on various porn sites of this specific position running on a loop in his head. "Oh my God.", you said as you let your head fall back, a loud "Ah!" coming from you as he found your clit and flicked his tongue firmly against it, your hands coming to rest in his hair. The urge to rotate your hips hit you, though when trying it, you were met with a bruising grip on your hips and glaring blue eyes staring up at you. Silently daring you to move on your own accord, his glare told you that you were not in control. You whimpered at the sight but reluctantly stilled your hips.

You gasped as you noticed his tongue prod and tease your entrance, feeling how he moved it slowly, digging the strong muscle deeper into you.

Below you, Thomas found himself in heaven between your soft thighs as he pulled those sounds he loved hearing from your throat. Sounds he knew only he could cause. When he couldn’t hear them anymore, he only pulled you close to his face. And right there, right then, Thomas enjoyed having no nose, the absence helping him reach far into you. "Ah… To-!", your words are interrupted suddenly, your body jerking before tensing as he finds your clit again, sucking gently on it. "Fff-... Shi-.", you couldn’t form words as he alternated between sucking gingerly and massaging your nub with the flat of his strong muscle and moving his tongue in and out of you.

The coil tightened quickly, almost too quickly. Looking down, you met his eyes, glossed over with hunger and animalistic lust. His firm grip on your thighs kept you seated on his face when you were thrown over the edge in a cry, as he gave one hard suck over your clit. He moaned against you as you clamped your thighs shut around his head, lapping up your orgasm like he was actually starving. He then returned to slowly fuck you with his tongue to let you come down from your high. You panted as you looked down at him, fingers lightly scratching his scalp with a postorgasmic smile plastered on your lips. Thomas grinned as he licked your thigh to catch a stray strand of your arousal.

Shortly after you’d collapsed next to him on the bed, Tommy got up to finally take his own clothes off, his tank top sticky with sweat and the fly of his jeans rubbing uncomfortably against his raging erection. He let out a sigh of relief as his dick was finally released, the front of his boxers moist with precum. The bed dipped under his weight as he returned to position himself between your thighs again, letting your legs rest over his meaty ones. His hands gingerly went up and down your thighs, thumbs rubbing circles as he waited for your signal. His stare revealed his hesitation, wanting nothing more than to push himself into ecstasy, but not having the heart to take something he thinks he wasn’t allowed to. The last thing he wanted to do was to hurt you. His cock throbbed as it lay on top of your mound, and his chest swelled with pride as he saw the evidence of how good his tongue had made you feel as he waited for your approval to take you. You reached down to gingerly take hold of his cock with your soft hands, your fingers rubbing over his sensitive head and coating him with his own arousal. A thumb lightly pressed on his silver barbell, eliciting a throaty groan from him as you looked up to meet his eyes. "Wanna fuck me, baby?", you asked in a sultry voice as you dragged your hands over his length. You saw how a shiver ran through his body as he nodded, instinctively bucking into your hands.

"Take me."

You gasped as his length pressed into your waiting entrance, and you arched off the bed when you felt him bury himself to the hilt in a swift, desperate motion. "Ohh… oh.. God…", you scrambled to find his arms, needing something to hold on to. Tommy breathed out a laugh before hissing in slight pain as he felt your nails dig into his arms. Even with the wetness from both your orgasm and his mouth, it's a stretch. So both of you needed a minute to adjust.

His breathing was hot over your face. An experimental thrust from him had him gritting his teeth, and you digging your nails deeper into his arms. Craning your neck, you got close to his face with a smile on your lips. "I'm fine, Tommy. Take me. " Upon hearing those words, he pressed his lips against yours, the taste of you still on him, just as his hips started to move. He lifted your legs up only to wrap them around his waist, and soon enough the movement of his hips began pummeling your insides. His cock hitting all those right places in your cunt that made you squirm and moan under him. Your mind went blank, not even trying to comprehend how he was able to so easily transform you from a rational being to only a mess of moans and limbs made off putty after only having sex two times. But not a single nerve in your body was complaining about the fact that he could. Incoherent sounds meant to resemble his name tumble from your throat inbetween loud moans. Down there, inside the room within the basement he was so used to dwelling, Tommy didn’t give two shits if his family heard you or not, he just needed to listen to every sound you made.

You yelped as he suddenly switched everything up. your legs were wrapped around his waist, making it easier to pull you up and onto his lap while he positioned himself on his knees. His cock buried deep into you as you clawed at his back, afraid you might float away if you don’t. His hands came to grope your ass, effortlessly holding you up as his strong arms moved you up and down his cock. The wet smacking sound of your soaking thighs hitting his echoed around the room, only adding to your arousal. His movements were deep and hard, hot moans brushing against your neck as he found your sensitive spot and lightly bit down on it. A loud grunt surged from his throat when he felt your cunt clench hard around him as a result from his biting.

He shifted again, pulling his cock out of you to turn you around and prop you on all fours, a position that gave him a perfect view of your ass and the way his dick stretched your pussy out as he re-entered you. Another shiver ran through his spine as a new kind of deeper moan comes from your throat. His large hands gripped your hips to make it easier for him to pull you onto his dick in rhythm with his thrusting. Your moans were muffled by his pillow as tears of pleasure streamed down your face. Your ears managed to capture the occasional deep baritone of “shit”s and “fuck”s coming from above you, causing your eyes to roll back into your skull.

You let out a whine as you felt a hand snake itself south and a pair of big fingers find your clit. His movements were fast, clumsy and almost desperate as he rubbed your most sensitive spot. The added pleasure making it so the coil in your lower belly tightened much faster. As Tommy leaned over you, you were pressed deeper into the mattress when he propped himself up on the hand not occupied with rubbing tight circles around your nerve bundle. A heavy puff of air coming from him made your hair billow exposing the ear he was looking for. His voice was strained and raspy when grunts and moans tumbled from his throat as he felt your walls clench around him.

He swallowed thickly, desperate to wet his parched throat before uttering one single word into your ear, a demand.

“ Cum.”

The delicious combination of his cock pumping in and out of you and his fingers massaging your clit gave you only seconds to fulfill his demand. The orgasm that washed over you was strong enough to make you scream into the pillow as you clamp down on his cock, your hands desperately trying to grab onto the mattress. Above you, Thomas let out a heavy moan that vibrated against your back as he felt the increasing tightness around him, his own orgasm quickly closing in. Four more hard thrusts into your then battered pussy had him gasping, the hand supporting him pressing into the mattress hard enough for his knuckles to turn white before cumming deep inside you. A satisfied hum came from you as you felt his dick twitch and pump his thick seed inside you, delightfully filling you up.

Thomas hissed as he pulled himself out of your throbbing core, then collapsed next to you with huffs and heaves surging from his tired lungs. You slowly slid your legs down to lay flat on your stomach and turned your head to look at him beside you. He had his eyes closed while running a hand through his sweaty brow, trying to catch his breath. You smiled at him and brought your right hand close to his face to stroke his cheek with your index finger. “Hey…”, you whispered, getting close to kiss the scars on his cheek before pressing your forehead to his temple. He hummed in response, signaling that he was listening to you before you continue; “ I think I love you. ” His eyes shot open and he turned his head towards you, eyes filled to the brim with a combination of emotions as they seemed to search for something on your face. Doubt, maybe? Or ridicule? Lies? But all you do is nod and smile again.

One of his hands came up to the back of your head and entangled slightly in your hair as he pulled you in for a kiss. It was soft, full of emotions he either didn't want to say out loud or couldn't. But you knew what it meant.

"I love you too."

You snuggled up against him, taking his right arm between your own, giggling as you felt him stiffen slightly when you pushed it between your breasts. Your hand reached down to lace your fingers in his before letting sleep take you.

You were abruptly woken in the night by screaming voices and hard bangs on the floor above you. Thomas was equally startled awake, and sat up, breathing heavily as he carefully listened.

" Thomas!", you heard Hoyt's voice yelling for your beloved, who reacted quickly. But you grabbed his hand and tried to pull him back to you. "Tommy, don't… please .", you pleaded. He gave you a look you've never seen before. You felt small as if a beast was staring you down with a threatening look that said " Let. Me. Go. ". And it was at that moment you realized you weren’t talking to your Tommy anymore, which scared you. The Thomas you’d fallen asleep with just hours ago is gone. And the Butcher of Texas is all that was left. So you listened. You let go of his hand and watched him dress up, holding your breath to avoid starting a fire within him. And finally, your eyes followed him to the door.

Curling up under the covers again, the bitter realization hit you.

It was your chance to leave, to go back home. The family would be busy with trespassers for a few hours, Hoyt most likely harassing some poor woman, Thomas off to ki-... hunt.

Getting out of bed, you quickly threw your shorts on, internally thanking Tommy for never removing your t-shirt. Even if you knew this meant leaving him for good, the man you just hours ago confessed your love to, it also meant you would most likely live, and a normal life at that. Besides, you could always contact him through the phone, and that thought made it easier for you to sneak up the basement stairs. The sliding door was heavy and screeched as you pushed it open. You heard Thomas' chainsaw roaring from somewhere close by, along with Hoyt's encouraging howls and a blood-curdling scream. You felt nauseous and wanted to puke as you knew what was going on, but tried to cast those thoughts aside while you walked on your path to freedom.

You hurried across the old dining room, but probably due to the fear-fueled trembling of your legs, you curse as you trip over your own feet, attempting to swerve around a puddle of blood. Hissing, you rub the knee that took the brunt of the fall. And when your eyes start to look around for any threats, you see him.

Hoyt. The last person you wished bore witness to your endeavor.

Your fall had seemingly alerted him of your presence. As you stood, you kept your eyes locked on him before noticing the sharp pair of scissors laying on a small side table. And upon grabbing them, you taunt him, adrenaline coursing through your veins. "Come on, old man. You’ve wanted to kill me since I got here!" Before you knew it he was on you. The man knocked you to the floor and straddled your waist while pinning your arms above your head. "He ain't here no more to protect ya, bitch.", he licked his lips as you struggled to get him off you. Seeing him lean in close, you took the opportunity to bash his nose in with your own head, causing him to release your arms to grab it as it gushed out blood. You pushed him off you, straddling him instead. Breathing heavily, you grabbed the scissors in both hands and raised them above you, stretching your entire body to get as much power in your killing blow as possible.

Hoyt grinned as he looked up at you preparing yourself, his tongue reaching out to catch fat drops of crimson dripping from his nose.

Your blood ran cold as ice as a giant shadow fell over you. "To-", a huge hand gripped the main hand holding the scissors. His grasp was tight and you winced as a sickening crunch rings out of your joints before the sharp pain hits you. And you screamed, dropping the scissors. The pain was excruciating as Thomas forcefully lifted you up from his uncle and threw you into a nearby corner. You clutched your broken wrist close to your chest and cried as you watched the predator that has taken over your beloved Thomas slowly walk towards you. Both hands moved to grip his chainsaw. Your breathing started picking up, your heart rate going too many miles per hour and the rushing of blood deafening in your ears.

"Tom- Tommy, please. It’s me!", you pleaded as you saw him pull on the snare to start his weapon. "No… no no no!", behind Thomas you saw Hoyt standing up, hollering words of encouragement to him. "Fucking get her, Thomas!", you shook your head as you sobbed violently, berating yourself. Why did you think trying to kill Hoyt was a good idea? He was Thomas’ family, after all, something you weren’t. Something you would never be.

He pulled the string once, and the saw sputtered, then died. He pulled it again, the same result. He growled and pulled it a third time before realizing it had run out of gas, something you took as a chance to run away. But before you knew it, he'd grasped you by the throat, lifting you up against the wall. You cried out as his grip tightened, your good hand scrambling to grab his wrists in an effort to break free.

"Tommy… p- pleas- hck", he clamped your throat shut, interrupting your begging. Your vision started to blur as the air became sparse, and your nails dug into his arm in a desperate attempt to get Tommy back. Your lungs hurt, your brain was in a blur and your vision started to fade. You focused the last remaining strength you had to look at Tommy in the eyes, his usual sky blue irises now taken over by darkness. Hidden behind sweaty hair and the face of someone else. The last air in your lungs is spent on three words.

" I love you."

Crack.

Thomas watched as the dinner guest fell limp against the wall.

"Good job, boy.", Hoyt patted his shoulder blade. Thomas just grunted and threw the body over his shoulder to head back into the basement to finish his work. This was one of three bodies he had to cut up and he sighed as he knew he wouldn't get any sleep the remaining hours of the night. He grunted as he hung two of them up, saving the freshest one for last since that body hadn't been waiting for as long.

Heavy sighs came from him as he finished preparing to cut up the last body. All he wanted was to get back into bed with you and sleep the remaining hours. The last body was small, something he greatly appreciated because that meant sleep was imminent. Thomas removed his mask after he laid the dead cattle on his table as sweat started to pool and stream down his neck. Lumbering over to a bucket of water, he splashed water over his face to cool down.

When he turned back; his heart stopped, blood turning to ice and nausea rolling over him in big waves before he rushed over to the table. This wasn't a dinner guest or cattle. It… "No…" , he was shaking badly as he put a heavy palm on your cheek. A lump formed in his throat as he looked over your body, running his eyes up and down it, making sure there was no mistake, that he wasn’t hallucinating. You were just here moments ago. With him. Happy. Alive. He pressed two fingers at your neck, searching for a pulse. Tommy panicked when he saw the bruising on your flesh. He'd killed you. In the middle of hunting trespassers. The last thing he remembered from his killing spree was walking into the… the old dining room… and seeing someone sit on top of Hoyt threatening him with something sharp. And then there you were, an unmoving corpse resting before him, right on the same table he had sworn not to put you back on. He couldn’t remember anything else, couldn’t remember even seeing you up on the main floor.

How did all this happen?

But what he did know was that there was no going back. Nothing could bring you back now. He took one of your hands in his while mumbling desperate prayers that you weren’t gone. You were just asleep, and he wanted you to wake up. " Please, wake up..." , he sobbed. You were cold, so cold. Nothing like he remembered you just hours ago. When you'd hugged his arm before falling asleep, your fingers intertwined with his, your breathing even against his shoulder. You were warm then.

Not like the unmoving figure you had become. And he let himself cry, something he hadn’t done in so many years, his eyes burned, another punishment for ending your life. Stroking your cheek, he turned your head so you were facing him. His thumb traced your bottom lip as he thought back on the last kiss he gave you. Tommy has never cried for another person as he did now. You were the first one outside of his family that had shown him tenderness, that felt like home. The first one to show him, love. His rage took you away from him, something he had feared deeply since you set foot in his basement. You were supposed to be his forever. His wife. The mother of his children.

Pressing his forehead to yours, he whispered the words he never got to say earlier. " I love you too."

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