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reds-writings · 3 months

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if only tonight we could sleep?

the dora lange case had come to a close...but was it really ever over?

(pairing: rust cohle x fem!reader)

a/n: inspired by getting lost in the sound of the cure's kiss me, kiss me, kiss me album. this is set somewhere in the same world of jealousy, jealousy!. your feedback, as always, is greatly treasured!

word count: around 2.6k

warnings: angst, canon-typical death (mentions of what happens at the Ledoux shootout), nudity (showering together!), cursing, dread, etc (minors go away)

The Dora Lange case had finally been closed once and for all. All the bullshit and danger that had accumulated over all these weeks could finally cease to continue. You’re sure that even within the next twenty something odd years or so when all of this would be well blown over and buried you would never be able to truly process the fucked up-ness of it all.

Your mind was thoroughly numb and all of your limbs ached to no end. You could feel everything you’d endured catching up to you as your body finally allowed itself to let go. Adrenaline and sheer will had been what kept you from fully crumbling during the case’s most crucial and final moments. The shit Rust and Marty decided to pull with that druggie Ginger had already left you worse for wear. Discovering Ledoux and the horrors that were transpiring in that shithole was something you couldn’t let yourself dwell on for too long lest you wanted to find yourself having a complete mental breakdown. Bodies and skulls being blown to bits right in front of you. The sight of rich blood and scattered brain matter sprayed to stain onto your boots. Finding those kids like that…you’d never get over it. One was sentenced to a life of trauma that left her catatonic and the other one deceased. You’d had the naive thought more than once telling you if only we'd all been a bit quicker…

But there was no point in dwelling on all the ifs and maybes. That was a guaranteed one-way ticket to self-induced insanity.

You should feel relief that this is over. The weight of one of the many atrocities committed in the world removed from your down-trodden shoulders. Solved. A monster taken down and put into the earth where he couldn’t return to cause more strife. Why couldn't it feel over? Where was the relief?

You didn’t know much of what Rust and Marty felt on the matter, too busy dealing with keeping your stories straight on just how you all had come across Ledoux’s hideout instead of finding the time to have a heart-to-heart on how much this might’ve permanently screwed with your heads for ages to come. You knew well enough that ending the case like this wasn’t easy for either of them given their respective standpoints when it came to kids. Marty discovered those children and both men had carried them back. Rust had shouldered the burden of carrying that poor boy. A small choice of action that had your heart twisting even more painfully than you thought it already had during it all. The Texan could go on and on about the world being shit and there being no control over the horrors one would be put through trying to live life but you found that it was he who tried the hardest to shield others from said pain and horror whether he was aware of it or not. He cared a lot more about the human race than he let on but it would be more than ineffectual trying to convince him of that particular truth.

Things with Rust had been all over the place since the fiasco of a night you had after the bar as well as any event that followed afterwards: surprise, surprise. The time you’d initially aimed for to really sit down and decipher where it was exactly you saw the two of you headed had found itself slipping away at every possible chance. Neither of you was to necessarily blame, as the nature of your work was in constant demand of your full attention, but that didn't make it any less frustrating.

You guys weren’t even truly anything yet and it was already this arduous. What kind of shelf-life did a pairing such as this really have down the line? It was more than likely that acting on any idea of pursuing Rust romantically was destined to never end in your favor. He was your coworker for Christ’s sake. Yes, there was no one else who could probably understand what it is you go through like each other but it was harder to separate other crueler aspects of your lives as well. Everything would get in the way of professionalism. It already had when it came to the showdown with Ginger.

Trying not to let your thoughts go down the usual Rust rabbit hole it found itself in you decided that you’d take the longest and hottest shower you hadn’t had the luxury of taking in weeks. Any extra time you had lately was reserved for quick and cold rinses to keep yourself up and at 'em’. Relaxation in any sense of the word was hard to adjust to after long stretches of work such as these. It was like your body had forgotten how to just be. Nothing was chasing you and there was no clock ticking over your shoulder to mock you that time to get shit done was running out. The empty quiet that followed would never not be unnerving to you. You had nowhere to be and nothing to do.

Where was the fucking relief?

With a huff, you set aside the jack and coke you’d been cradling out on your front porch in the dwindling evening light. The air was more balmy than the stifling hot you’d experienced day in and day out though your skin still held that essence of a humid dew that kept your hair and clothes sticking to you like a second skin. Dusting off your pants you made way to get on up from your depressing reverie only to find the outline of a familiarly limber figure at the end of your driveway. How the hell hadn’t you heard him pull up?

“Are you gonna stand there like a regular ol’ weirdo or get up here?” You feigned nonchalance at his sudden presence but your heart told another story with the quickening pace it decided to adopt.

Wordlessly, Rust ventured his way up the pathway and onto your shabby porch. He eyed the abandoned drink you had by your side so you offered it up to him. He loosened the tie around his neck and undid the first two buttons of his dress shirt before accepting the silent offering. It took two long gulps before the glass was drained.

There was a heavy silence for longer than what was comfortable. Where could you even start? You didn’t want to catch yourself in an awkward fumble trying to gauge what it was he exactly needed from you as it was clear there was a purpose in him showing up without a warning. The set of his posture made it seem like he was curling in on himself more and more by the minute. He couldn’t bring himself to look you in the eye, fearful that it would be his complete undoing. This visible deflation in action made you feel panicked for not knowing what assistance you could offer without having him pull away.

“...D’ya wanna talk about it?”

Rust shook his head softly as if in a daze. His eyes growing glassy and increasingly distant while he stared at your porch’s floorboards.

At a loss, you cleared your throat shakily, “Well I was just about to hop in the shower. You can come inside…hang around if you want. We don’t have to talk or nothin’...o-or we can if that’s what you wanna end up doin’ after havin’ some quiet.”

No reply.

“Well, there’s beers and whatnot in the fridge if you choose. Don’t be shy to helpin’ yourself.” You got up and squeezed his hand gently, warm and calloused like you’d been dreaming about since they held you. That already felt like ages ago. He still made no move.

“I’m here.” Was all you could say and with that, you loosened your grip and headed on inside then upstairs to your bathroom. After setting out some comfy clothes and shedding out of the day’s stiff attire for all the press work that entailed you waited for the shower to reach its desired heat. The person looking back at you in your steadily fogging mirror was almost unrecognizable. Bruises from recent incidents had barely begun to make their way towards the fading process. Skin so sullen and hair even duller. When had you started to look so tired? This beaten down? You felt sorry for anyone who had the displeasure of viewing your walking corpse as of late.

The spray of the showerhead above you was nothing short of heavenly. Any pain and misery melted away to be forever cast down into the depths of the tub’s drain. Your bones felt like lead as you let yourself stand there, waiting to gain the sense of motivation to start washing yourself clean. It could’ve been ten minutes or even ten hours before the sound of the bathroom door clicking ajar had you opening your eyes. The silhouette of the cause of your heart’s aching and beating stood beyond the fogged glass as if at a loss of what to make himself do next. You said nothing, not wanting him to feel as if he was unwanted or on the other hand forced to join you. To expose himself beyond what a casual act of nudity could display already.

It was another elongated moment before you heard the clink of a belt and the rustle of clothes being discarded. You were so far gone that it hadn’t occurred to you he was about to see you at your most vulnerable. He’d witnessed you at some of your lowest, shittiest points but this was crossing into an entirely new territory.

And yet you didn’t feel as scared as you thought you would. You didn’t find Rust to be as judgemental about the physical as he was about the metaphysical.

The shower’s sliding door worked its way open and you didn’t turn around until a few moments after it had closed. The look on his face was similar to the one you’d been subjected to all those weeks ago after the bar. One of true fear. Fear of being seen at his very core. Open and raw. Fear that you’d take this all in and decide to turn him away in disgust or disinterest. Rust’s eyes didn’t wander down any further than your face. He wasn’t here out of primal desire. He needed something…someone…you to help him hold himself together for just this moment. Any and all strength he usually had keeping him upright had escaped him after the weight of everything finally penetrated his psyche.

You found your hand making its way up to his face, tracing dampening tendrils out of his line of sight before cupping his jaw. That empty blue fluttered closed, giving himself a moment or two before completely relinquishing himself to your gentle touch. Your other hand met the other side of his face before you leaned forward to touch your forehead to his. The downfall of water in the small cubicle drowned out any other possible thoughts or worries that could’ve been had in the current moment. There was nothing and no one else that mattered.

One kiss to his nose, then his chin, and finally his trembling lips had large palms come up to rest on the supple flesh of your hips, steadily gripping you as if you’d float away from him. You separated for a moment as his hands traveled up to clutch at your back. Before he could bring you closer you kissed him gently once more before succumbing to his grasp. Settling with leaving barely-there imprints of your mouth on the expansive skin of his chest and neck, your own hands brought themselves up to return his embrace. You felt the soft press of a peck linger on the side of your head as his grip grew a bit tighter. Seconds passed until the subtle shaking of broad shoulders had you clinging to him impossibly tighter. His sobs were not all that audible but the shuddering breaths he’d take in every now and then were more than enough to clue you in on just how much he was hurting. Tears began to burn behind your own eyes as your pain melded with his.

Here you were, just two broken people who gave up all notions of stoicism to completely and utterly crumble in front of each other. Fully at each other’s undeniable mercy.

- - - -

You didn’t know how much more time had passed after holding each other but as the water began to grow more frigid you made haste to help each other wash up. You both stepped out so you could wrap yourself in your own towel before making your way to your linen closet to fetch him one as well as to not have him left wet and cold for too long. With your mind a bit clearer from the emotional release experienced, you finally came to realize the presence of the exceptionally athletic physique in front of you. He seemed to be in the same state of appreciation towards you and you caught yourself feeling hot in the face as you clumsily thrust a towel in his direction.

“You don’t have to be shy in front of me.” His voice sounded raw from lack of use. The first words he’d uttered since he’d come here.

You tucked a wet piece of hair behind your ear, trying to casually meet his stare, “I know. Just didn’t expect us to end up here when you showed up is all. It’s just catchin’ up to me…” The pinch of your chin between long fingers drew you to kiss him again.

“You’re everythin'...and then some.”

You fought a self-deprecating scoff but he said it as if it were the most simplest fact in the world. You had no choice but to believe him.

“Let’s just find you some clothes. I am in dire need of one looong hibernation after everythin’. You too, mister.” You flicked his chest then slinked out of the bathroom. You finished any of the necessary preparations for bed by the time he had wandered into your room. The window you cracked open let in a gentle breeze while the warm glow of the few candles that had been lit danced in the haven you created. Whether you wanted a form of light for the sake of your own comfort or it being done out of some subconsciously innate need to keep Rust out of the dark for the night, you didn’t care to unpack.

Climbing into bed once and for all, you lay facing each other. Letting peace and stillness settle in.

“We did it y’know…it’s over. We can be okay.” You couldn’t help but say. Feeling the need to find something to reaffirm the so-called fact that should’ve been comforting at the end of all this. Anything to soothe underlying anxiety as the heavy shadow of the unknown and incomplete loomed over you. It should’ve been over but Ledoux was but a small piece to a hugely fragmented puzzle. Both of you knew it deep down but hadn’t the strength to confirm it out loud. Afraid to shatter this sense of temporary false security.

This was far from being done and dealt with. From being fully uncovered.

Rust didn’t say anything else as he pulled you into the warmth of his chest. Caging you in with no choice but to surrender to the silent feeling of safety he was trying to provide you. You could only pray that the two of you could make it through anything as you both found yourselves victims to the passing of time and any other trials it had ready for you.

Especially with whatever was waiting for you on the other side of Carcosa.

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a/n: ahhhh! hurt/comfort is always a guilty pleasure. sorry for the immense dread at the end. i'm thinking of cooking up another fic that draws back to what exactly went down with our trio and ginger if that's something of interest to you all! thanks for reading!

#reds-writings #rust cohle #true detective season 1 #rust cohle imagine #rust cohle x reader #true detective imagine #matthew mcconaughey #true detective

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slasherhoe87 · 1 year

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Hi, sweetie. May I have Bubba sawyer, Thomas hewitt, michael Myers, bo, vincent, lester, Jason Voorhees, and brams heelshire. With s/o who is very submissive and will do anything to be able to have slasher sex. S/o also has high sex and always wears sexy clothes 👙👠💋 and lingerie. I hope this isn't too much for you but, what if you can't accept my request it's okay you can freely ignore my request. Your Blogs are treasure troves and very hard to find 😭.

Don't forget to take care of your health sweetie. Have a good day ❤

Hey Anon, sure I'll do this request for you. Hope you'll like it. However, like in my previous request with Norman amongst the other names, I'll have to skip Brahms as I don't know his character too well.

SLASHERS WITH A THIRSTY S/O:

Info: NSFW / Fem!Reader / mentions of breeding, light bdsm, medical play kinks

BUBBA SAWYER:

LOVES the tiny little denim shorts you wear. You have them in almost every colour and often wear a breezy little crop top with a plunging neckline to match them.

Whenever you skip into a room that Bubba's in, his eyes drink the sight of you up like lemonade on a hot texan day

Happy squeals galore when you giggle and jump into his big, meaty arms

You like to tease him when he's alone - whether he's in the basement, barn, your shared bedroom or anywhere really when the fam is not around

You'll call his name in a playful flirty manner and when he looks towards you, you'll quickly untie the strings of your crop top and flash him before running away

You manage to shock him with pure delight every single time you do it

You'll hear heavy, eager footsteps behind you as you run away, then you shriek in glee as you feel his large arms encircle your waist, lift you up and carry you somewhere secluded

Cue heavy make-out sessions if its day time and there's still work to be done. But if the day is over? You'll be tossed onto the bed like a ragdoll with an over-eager and lust-filled Bubba devouring you like the chocolates he loves so much

You can never get enough of this big, murderous puppy dog. Not his musky, sweat laden scent, not his big meaty body, nor his mop of dark hair and especially not his long, thicc cock

Bubba especially likes it when he lumbers upstairs after a hard day's work to find you lying on the bed, waiting for him while wearing the pretty lingerie sets he loves so much - the ones with butterfly or strawberry prints on them, with bows and frills - he ADORES them - cue more excited squealing and many, many orgasms by his skilled and eager mouth, hands and cock

As you do your chores for the day all you can think about is beautiful Bubba and his big fat cock.

When you REALLY can't hold your desire for Bubba at bay (which is more often than not) you'll slink down to the basement and give Bubba THAT look - the one that tells him that you're down there with him for that one little act you nor he can get enough of

He's still nervous as ever when you crawl under the table while he works, worried that one of the household will come down and catch the two of you

But the moment you wrap your warm, gloss stained lips around his hardening cock, all worries and fears leave him. His butchering momentarily forgotten as his sweet, lusty little y/n pleasures him like only she could

THOMAS HEWITT:

Like Bubba, just the sight of this big, sweaty, hard working man drives you insane with lust

You're always staring at his thick forearms littered in marks, scars and a smattering of dark hair - just knowing how strong those arms are, how easily they can lift a grown man, farming equipment, farm animals and heavy machinery drives you wild

Luda Mae often catches you staring heatedly at Tommy during dinner when he's all sweaty and grime covered from a hard day's work with a knowing smile

Luda Mae slyly encourages you and Tommy to spend lots of "quality" time together because she desperately wants a house filled with grandbabies

You however, see right through her. And not wanting children just yet, you secretly remain on birth control pills - because lord knows you would have been pregnant ages ago with how much cum Tommy shoots into you at a time

Your need for Tommy is insatiable - just the mention of his name causes your cunt to clench and drip with arousal

When Tommy is alone in the barn fixing up some farming equipment or tending to the animals you like to perch yourself up on one of the square hay bales in nothing but the short, little sundresses he loves so much

When he turns to look at you, you like to send him a mischievous smile and lift your dress, showing him that you're not wearing any underwear

Tommy always drops what he's holding and makes a beeline for you - just how you wanted.

Cue rough, animalistic barn sex. The bleating of the goats, the moos of the cows, the chains swinging above you, the scent of fresh hay, Tommy's laboured grunting above you, the sound of sweaty skin smacking against sweaty skin - it all brings about fast and intense orgasm after orgasm

You always leave the barn satisfied, thick cum and your own juices dripping from your gaping cunt (thanks to Tommy's sizeable girth), a slight limp to your gait

But your thirst for Tommy never fully quenches.

You eagerly await the night where you like to tease Tommy's eyes with some revealing lingerie - he is especially fond of the satin and lace emerald green set you have

You submit yourself to him, laying spread beneath his hefty weight, legs wide open, your wrists pinned above your head by a large, hot hand, Thomas pounding into you until those delicious tears stream down your cheeks from overstimulation.

This man is relentless. His body blessed with an immense pool of stamina from years of hard outdoor labour.

But even though your poor little pussy is puffy, red, swollen and stretched beyond limits you want more. Always more. And to ensure Tommy doesn't get any ideas about stopping and to get what you want - your belly swollen with his seeming never ending supply of cum, you need only whisper two words in his ear

"Breed me"

RZ MICHAEL MYERS:

You notice Michael is more hands-on with you and hovers around you more often when you wear those skin tight black mini dresses with the lace-up chest area and band print on the middle. He's especially fond of the KISS and Slipknot one

So in turn, to get Michael to engulf you with his touches and presence like you so desire, you wear them more often

You find yourself shopping a lot more for lingerie than you used to... Michael doesn't pull the lingerie off of you - he tears and rips the pieces off. Leaving the tiny bits of fabric destroyed on the floor before going to town on your eager body

You go to cheaper stores now for lingerie as you simply cannot afford to replace the expensive sets as often as you seem to need to

Michael likes you in black and red lingerie. The more obscene in design, the better. Think crotchless thongs, no material covering the breasts save for the nipples and pussy thongs too

They serve no purpose save for getting Mikey's cock hard and enticing his eyes

But you love it all the same. You crave the possessive and desire filled gaze you receive from Michael when your body is wrapped in the obscene garments

A present for him, that only he and he alone may see and unrwap

Your pussy moistens and aches at these thoughts

Before he can unwrap the gift that is you though, you tease him through predator/play games

You LIVE for Mikey chasing you through the house, his breathing heavy with excitement and lust, his sharp knife gleaming menacingly in the moonlight of the windows

An when he catches you, you nearly orgasm as he lifts you up against the wall with one hand held firmly against your throat. The other dragging his knife gently against your chest, over your pert nipples, down your stomach before eventually rubbing the blunt top of the tip of the cold blade against your throbbing clit until your sopping empty pussy clenches around nothing and you see stars from both oxygen deprivation and a mind blowing clitoral orgasm

You count the minutes while you're at work. All you can think of is your behemoth of a lover. His massive hands, his toned chest, those strong arms and thighs, his silky smooth long hair and those deceptively soft lips

When you get home, you'll both have a nice dinner and enjoy each other's company before you retire to your shared bedroom where you submit yourself to his power, his lust as his little fuck toy

You wouldn't have it any other way

BO SINCLAIR:

When you first made your relationship official, Bo told you exactly how he liked his woman to dress

Well, no fucking way were you gonna doll yourself up to look like an 80s bimbo who bar-hopped for a living with the big hair and leopard print

However, you did compromise and incorporated certain elements of that "style" into your own modern look

Bo was pleased as punch with the outcome and so were you

This beautiful man of yours likes to be fed snacks (particularly cherries, grapes and cheesy crackers) while he watches Nascar

You eventually get bored from the car racing and want to indulge in a far more fun sport with Bo. You always set his sports to record so he can watch later

He eventually notices your fingers slipping in a little deeper, lingering a little longer inside his hot, wet mouth as you pop another piece of fruit inside

Bo dons his signature smirk and turns his body towards you, a hand always placed on either your hip or thigh

"Feelin' a tad neglected there baby?"

You look up at him with puppy dog eyes and a pout (he loves that shit) and nod

"Well let's do somethin' 'bout that, hmm?" In one swift motion he has you slung over his broad shoulder and stomps upstairs to the bedroom for round after round of intense, rough sex

When you feel like giving Bo a real treat, you'll don skimpy leopard print lingerie and red lipstick. Wrapping yourself up in a black satin bathrobe you'll wait for him to come to bed and when he enters the bedroom and sees you in that robe with that particular coy smile, he knows he's in for one of his favourite things: a lap dance

No longer does Bo have to drive two towns over to the strip club - not when he has his beautiful baby in his life now

Bo is always mesmerized by the slow sultry sway of your plush hips, the way your pretty eyes bore into his own - that look you give him says that you're his and only he could ever get the pleasure of watching you dance so intimately for him

Not a day goes past when you don't find yourself slinking into Bo's garage, craving his firm, rough touch

Quickies in the small office of the garage are a must. If you don't get Bo to pound into you on his desk for whatever reason then your mood is soured for the rest of the day

But rest assured y/n - if Bo has been busy all day and was unable to indulge your needy desire for him, then he'll more than make it up for you tonight in your shared bedroom

VINCENT SINCLAIR:

On many nights you'll often be in Vincent's basement, sweat coated from the heat of the room, laying posed on his sofa in black lingerie with various nature or dark bohemian prints on them while he takes photos, videos and makes sketches of you

Your eyes drink up every inch of this talented man

You close your eyes for a moment picturing those large, artist's hands of his on your body... massaging, caressing, tracing, fondling.. you sigh and squeeze your thighs together, growing wet at the thought of his touch

Eventually Vincent notices your heated stare and the way you clench your thighs together. With a smirk behind his wax mask he puts his pencils or paint brushes down and stalks towards you, intending to reward you for your patience as his muse

Expect silky caresses and deep, passionate fucking from this masked man

On nights when you're feeling particularly starved for dangerous thrills you offer Vincent to indulge in a game of predator/prey

He's always eager

Adrenaline pumps through both of your bodies as he stalks and chases you throughout Ambrose

Where a heady mix of fear and arousal courses through your veins, Vincent's are flowing with power, anticipation and a deep primal lust

When caught, you'll always shriek from a short burst of terror from Vincent's strong, hot grip on your biceps, waist or shoulders

If he doesn't savagely fuck you right then and there then he'll places his large hand over your mouth and hauls you kicking with muffled screams down to the basement where he first strips you of all your clothing, then restrains you on the waxy metal table

Your chest rises and falls heavily with both fear and lusty eagerness as Vincent indulges in hot wax and medical play with your prone and helpless bare form

You can't ever complain about your very active sex life with Vincent. He gives you exactly what you need, when you need it - no questions or hesitations

If you want it soft and passionate? You have it. Dark and extreme? He's more than happy to provide that too

Suffice it to say, you are very happy in Ambrose living with your masked lover

LESTER SINCLAIR:

You drive Lester WILD with your daisy dukes and cowboy boots

He CANNOT keep his eyes or his hands off of you when you wear them - which is exactly what you wanted

This dirty, crazy little opossum of a man makes your blood run molten hot with his cheeky smiles and mischievous eyes

And those hands! Those lithe, hard working hands are too skillful for their own good - not that your tits or pussy is complaining...

Seeing as you work evening shift at the gas station you like to ride with Lester in his truck during the day while he clears up roadkill and makes deliveries to Ambrose for his weird brothers

While in the truck you glance at Lester's thighs, then at their junction

You lick your glossed lips and gently place your hand on his thigh. He smiles to you and squeezes your hand before his eyes are back on the road

Your returned smile however is not quite as innocent

You swiftly lean down over to Lester's lap, unbuckle his belt and pull down the zipper of his worn out old jeans and whip out his cock

Poor Lester never knows how you manage to do all of that so quickly

His cheeks redden and his breath quickens

"Baby" he breaths out as you lick him from balls to tip

The truck swerves a little but Lester is quick to bring it back under control

"Darlin' you're killin' me here" his tone says disapproval yet his hand is firm on the back of your head pushing your mouth further down his throbbing, weeping dick

You found yourself humming in contentedness - the vibrations from your throat causing his cock to pulse in your hot, wet mouth. Few things gave you more pleasure than your mouth being plugged by Lester's veiny cock

Eventually Lester can't take it anymore and would bring the truck to an abrupt stop down a small unused trail off the road and into the woods

He'd then lean his head back against the seat's headrest and let out a stream of praises with a few words of degradation here and there

"You're doin' so well darlin'"

"That's it.... yeah, just like that"

"You take my cock so well in that purdy little mouth 'o yours"

"You're such a slut for my cock huh baby?"

You moan and take him even deeper at his words - you were right where you belonged

This as usual eventually leads to him taking you hot and rough on the back of his truck. With you either leaning forwards against the back of the cab or you on your back on the truck bed

If you asked nicely Lester would sometimes hold his bowie knife to your throat while he mercilessly pounds into your greedy wet cunt

As far as lingerie goes, Lester goes wild for that baby pink set with the fluffy trim and pompom strings

The man can't keep his eyes and hands away from your form when you're wrapped in those little pieces of fabric.

He'll snap a shot or two of you in the set with his polaroid and keep it with his other photos of you behind his truck's sun visor

When Lester picks you up at the gas station at night when your shift ends you both like to drive to his favourite spot overlooking the woods. You'll chat and stargaze for a while before the two of you indulge in soft love-making, relieved by a cool breeze tempering the warm humid air and cacophony of the Louisiana wildlife surrounding you

JASON VOORHEES:

Please don't tease this big innocent baby

His pure, precious little heart (and dick) simply can't take it

He just about drops his hammer when he's fixing the window pane in the front of your shared cabin when he looks over his shoulder to see you sitting comfortably on the lawn chair in nothing but a tiny spring green bikini with little daisy prints, facing him with a glass of iced tea

"Keep at it babe... I'm just admiring the view" You say, as a fat drop of sweat runs down your neck and between your perky breasts

Jason's good eye follows that drop of sweat before he gulps and tries to go back to concentrating on the task at hand

You internally giggle at his flustered form and visible tenting of the crotch of his work pants

Teasing this big, sweet, easily flustered murder man is a guilty pleasure of yours

But you just can't help yourself. When you see his bulging muscles strain behind his shirts as he performs chores around the cabin or his thicc, strong thighs and meaty behind test the strength of his pant seams you go feral with need for him and his huge veiny cock

You just have to be patient with his initial timidness and embarrassment when initiating sexy times as this poor baby has a lot of issues with sex thanks to his strict christian upbringing

But once you get past those hurdles your Jason turns into a feral grizzly bear in the sheets

You can't walk properly for hours once he's done with you

Before he comes back at night from ruining the lives of once happy campers, you slip on his favourite set of lingerie for you - the baby blue ones with the cherub and cloud prints and wait for him on your shared bed, ready to alleviate the tension and stress from his powerful body

Taking a stroll through the woods alongside the lake in the late afternoon hand in hand you sigh happily and smile up at your sweet Jason. He looks down at you and by the crinkle of the corner of his eye behind his mask, you know he's smiling back at you

Suddenly you push Jason against a broad, sturdy tree

He's momentarily shocked by your action until his thoughts all go to mush as you drop to your knees on the moist soil of the forest floorbed and whip his quickly hardening cock out of his pants

Jason groans behind his mask as you take the swollen, pink head of his cock in your mouth and suckle for a few moments - his large hands flying out to grip your head

Cue lots of garbled nonsense, groans, whimpers and moans to be heard amongst the sounds of the forest for the next while

Eventually you're rewarded by being roughly shoved face first against the tree, your short skater dress gets lifted up and you hear another groan from Jason as he sees your bare bottom and slick cunt

Your loud moans, cries and gasps join the cacophony of the forest as Jason ruthlessy pounds into your pussy

Your nails scratch at the bark of the tree, tears stream down your cheeks at his relentess and bone rattling pace

"Yes Jason! Yes fuck FUCK fuck... baby you're doing so fucking good"

You play on his praise kink and he rams even harder and faster in you with a loud garbled moan - the swollen blunt head of his cock ramming against your cervix in delicious pleasure-pain

Once the both of you are spent he likes to carry you back to the cabin where he treats you so good and tenderly with him wiping you clean, giving you a drink and then snuggling his large, warm body close to you on the sofa while you both listen to music on the cd player

Getting lost in the woods two years ago was the best thing that could've happened to you in your once unhappy life

You smile to yourself as you and Jason spoon on the sofa, your eyes fluttering closed for a nap

Jason better be ready because when you wake up you'll be pouncing on him again for round two

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Dear August; chapter five

Summary: You and Bradley have been best friends since college and when he was stationed in North Island, you were thrilled that he would be back in your life. When things start to sour with Bradley’s girlfriend and she breaks things off, Bradley comes to you for drunken comfort. What happens when an accidental hookup brings along an unexpected positive pregnancy test threatens the state of your friendship? What happens when your best friend Jake steps in to help you?

part one / part two / part three / part four / part five

Pairing: Jake Seresin x female!reader, Bradley x female!reader

Tropes: friends to lovers, unexpected pregnancy, unrequited feelings, love triangle

Word Count: 1600+

Jake’s vibrant green eyes light up in surprise, the silicone spatula and sponge in hand slapping into the sink with a heavy sloshing sound as he takes in your words. The look on his face, flashes of worry and confusion wash through him and it makes you anxious, so so anxious as you take deep breaths and try to collect your hands to stop the trembling from vibrating its way into your forearms.

Electricity passes through you as silence fills the sunny floors of your kitchen. But Jake’s concern melts from his face, dissolving into his cool, lackadaisical vibration that you’ve come to rely so heavily on. “I’m worried.”

“Haven’t you been,” Jake winces, feeling strange asking about your cycle in the middle of your kitchen in the middle of a peaceful Sunday morning. He scratches the sharp scruff of his jaw and adjusts the backwards baseball cap on his head. “Don’t you track…”

“Yes,” you nod, swaying from heel to heel during the conversation. Your cheeks heat up. The thought of being pregnant makes your heart race. You couldn’t have a child, you took care of 20 children for months on end at school, 21 was not your goal currently. And oh god, after the conversation before he left for his tour…you’d have to tell Bradley. “Bradley is going to kill me.”

“He’s not going to kill you, we don’t even know what we’re dealing with.” He straightens slightly, relaxing into his hip and leaning into the countertop to wipe down the mess from making breakfast.

“Jake.” Your hands are on your hips, dauntingly so in a way that has him feeling like he’s back at Basic, ready to do some punishment push ups.

“If you feel like it’s a concern, we should just go to the clinic down in town,” he shares, wiping his hands dry and putting away the dishes that have dried on the rack with a quick precision that reminds you of his aerial piloting skills. It makes you wish that you could see him glide through the air from thousands of feet off the ground.

“That sounds terrifying,” your voice is airy as you fiddle with the strings of your hoodie, “Sounds too real.”

“Better to get told once that,” Jake clears his throat and walks around the island toward you, gently grazing your covered shoulder and rubbing with a soothing touch. “That there’s a situation as opposed to having to see it on a test then having to go to a doctor. I’ll drive.”

“You knock someone up before Seresin?” you ask as he leads you over to the door. It’s meant to sound like a joke but your tone is high pitched, strained. Your hand instinctively comes up to your stomach as you bend down to grab your sandals from the rack by the front door. It alarms you. Jake must not notice as he slips on his loafers, a delicate chuckle rolling off his chest and dancing into your ears. It’s pleasant.

“Sisters, Dukes,” his Texan accent rings through and suddenly Jake is back to that man who was there when you needed someone. Picking up the pieces Bradley had dropped again. “I’ve got three sisters who all have popped out a few of their own. You and I both know that if I had knocked someone up, you’d have found out about it during our wine nights.” He’s staring at you intensely now, a light hugged by his long lashes and scruff peppered cheeks. The comment relaxes your shoulders, bringing out a smile on your glossy lips.

“I love our wine nights,” you hum, tugging the front door open and letting him lead you over to the passenger side of his large truck that he’d bought after him and the rest of the team were permanently ordered to stay as the lead squad at Miramar.

While Bradley had taken Jenny out to dinner that night to celebrate his new found position, Jake had driven over to your place to show off his new ride and ask you to join him on the inaugural scenic drive down the coast. You had laughed, cranked up the music on the new surround sound and rolled the windows down to let the salty ocean breeze roll through the cabin. Looking at him now, strapping in as he slides easily into the driver’s seat with one hand lazily on the wheel as he backs out of your driveway - you wonder how you hadn’t looked at him this way before.

Jake was beautiful. Well, obvious. The man was a specimen unlike any other you’d seen before. Like a Ken doll with a brighter smile and a southern charm to match. But Jake was raised right, raised by two loving parents who were dedicated and surrounded by a large family of women. He was intelligent, more than he ever wanted to let on. He loved space, asking sheepishly to watch documentaries about Astronauts and Space Stations on a lazy Thursday night when the rest of the crew were down at the Hard Deck.

And yet, here you’d been pinning over Bradley who had never given you the time of day unless it was convenient for him. Please don’t let me be pregnant, you think to yourself as you take off down the main road. It’s quiet in town on the sunny Sunday morning in California and with the heat wave breaking, it was a cool enough day that everyone was out and about at the beaches on the outskirts of the town. Jake pulls easily into a parking space and pushes into park, taking a moment to turn off the radio before he turned to give you a hard look.

“What?”

“Are you okay?”

“If I’m being honest, I’m not sure,” your words are a mere whisper and he reaches across the middle console to clutch your hand, interlacing your fingertips.

“It’s okay,” he nods, like he’s trying to convince himself before clearing his throat. “We’ll get this figured out.”

“Please for the love of God,” you turn to the roof of the truck, slamming your palms together and squeezing your eyes shut. “Please God, I know I stopped going to church when I was 15 but I beg of you…” Jake collects your hands again, shaking them slightly.

“Cut that out,” he nods to the door. “I’ve got you Dukes.” You both slide from the truck, stepping in line with each other as you head to the front door of the medical clinic. As you enter the building, you’re immediately met with images of mothers and their children, pregnant women and smiling families along the walls of the clinic. It makes you want to throw up again. In fact, you do throw up again and Jake rushes to find the nearest trash can.

He reaches you just in time, cupping the back of your head as you drive heave into the silky black bag. A nurse rushes over, soothing and cooing as you wipe your mouth. “You alright honey?” she asks with a kind tone, smiling apologetically. She’s a bit older than you, curly chocolate locks twisted up into a fluffy bun and gentle eyes.

“I don’t know how to answer that,” you murmur, turning to Jake who discards the trash can into the nurse’s hands and rubs your back in large circles.

“Pretty common answer here,” she says lightly, turning to look at Jake with a raised brow. “Seems like we need to get you guys all checked in for a check up to see what’s going on, huh?” You nod, staring up at Jake as he pulls you close to his side while following the nurse the rest of the way to the front desk. You do your best to avoid the many women, both pregnant and alone, who are sitting in the waiting room.

You give the woman your name, hand her your insurance card and then take the clipboard to fill out a self identifying medical sheet. You and Jake don’t wait long before the same nurse, Ellie you’d learned, came back out to get you. Jake stood to your right, holding his hand out to help you up in fear that you would get lightheaded. “You two seem very sweet,” she comments while taking your weight and height, ushering you into the exam room.

“Oh we’re not,” “Thank you,” you both say at the same time, turning to look at each other. Ellie watches with amusement at your stares while typing in your symptoms of the computer. She runs a few exams, checking your blood pressure and doing some blood work.

“So, I definitely think that we need to do a pregnancy test,” she places her hands on the tops of her thighs as she speaks, gliding closer from the rolling chair to look up at you. “You are showing some clear symptoms and I definitely think we need to rule out an initial positive before we move forward with any other possibilities. Have you two been trying?”

“Excuse me?” you quip, eyes widening as Jake lets out a loud chuckle. His pearly whites are on display as he crosses one leg over the other with his hands twisted.

“Many couples come straight here because they’ve been trying for a child,” Ellie shares as she turns to Jake.

“We’ve,” you pause, staring at Jake for a moment and biting your lip. The look in his eye doesn’t seem like he’s bothered by the assumption and the fear of Bradley’s reaction causes tension in your belly. “We weren’t trying, things are still relatively new.” At your words, Jake’s perfectly plucked brows raise though he still has a grin on his lips.

“Can’t help myself Ellie,” he responds, leaning confidently back into his plastic chair with an arm draped along the back of the other. “You’ve seen the beautiful woman.”

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Delta Landscaping | Chapter 10: Tio Frankie

Series Summary: In this AU, the boys of Delta Force start a new business post-Colombia.

Series Masterlist | Chapter 10 A03 Link

Series Rating: Explicit (18+)

Word Count: 6.2k

Previously on As the Mule Falls: Melissa was a woman on a mission, uncovering some details on Cousin Joel. Did you catch that Frankie grew up with Benny and Will? Santiago had to face the guys and talk about his intentions with Melissa, which brought up some bad memories for Benny.

On This Episode: Frankie visits his sister and her family in Dallas. (Side note: Can I tell you how hard I had to resist to call this chapter Frankie Does Dallas? Ok, back to the show.) We learn a bit more about Frankie's past and get a healthy dose of Tio Frankie. Following the argument with Santiago, Benny makes a rash decision. And we get a Neighborhood Watch group chat.

Chapter Warning: TW: death - As we explore part of Frankie's backstory we learn that both his mother and father have passed, and what happened in the aftermath. Also a mention of infidelity and learning the paternity of a baby.

If you ever have questions about any of the content, please reach out. The last thing I want is for someone to have a negative reaction. Overall this is a happy, silly series but it is grounded in some reality.

*Cue the Real Housewives music and roll opening credits*

The ding of the seatbelt sign turning back on woke Frankie up from his nap. He was thankful to have gotten some rest on the flight after a bit of a frantic morning. He liked getting to the airport early with time to relax, but that didn't happen thanks to Santiago who was late picking him up from his early morning appointment. They then, of course, hit traffic, causing Frankie to have to run through the terminal to catch his flight.

As he looked out the window at the vast expanse of the Texan terrain, Frankie got a bit of a lump in his throat. Although they had been talking weekly and having regular FaceTime calls, he hadn’t seen his sister in person in well over a year. He wasn’t proud of the state he was in during that period of his life. He’ll never forget the sound of her voice when he called to tell her he missed his flight and wouldn’t be able to be there for Leia’s first birthday. Valeria wasn't mad, she was disappointed, which hurt him more. He wanted her to yell at him and tear him down, but she just seemed defeated. Without their father or Frankie there it was yet another reminder of how quickly her family had disintegrated.

After their mom Alejandra unexpectedly passed away, their father Felipe withdrew from everything. She was the love of his life and without her, he didn’t know how he could go on. They met in their early 20’s working at a hotel in San Antonio, shortly after Felipe arrived in the U.S. from Colombia. She was a housekeeper and he worked in maintenance. It was love at first sight and they quickly fell into a whirlwind romance. They got married and welcomed Frankie all within a year of meeting, with Valeria following two years later.

Frankie always wondered what would have happened to his father had he not had two kids to take care of. Most days, Felipe could barely move from the couch, leaving Frankie to assume much of the care for his little sister, who was only a toddler when Alejandra passed. Frankie doted on Valeria and she adored him.

After about a year, Felipe decided to relocate his now smaller family. He knew Frankie and Valeria deserved better and frankly, he needed the support too. He had to get out of San Antonio, a place where he was constantly reminded of Alejandra. The grocery store she always shopped at, the park where they took Frankie and Valeria, or the school where she worked. He saw everything through an Alejandra filter. Austin seemed like a good destination since he could be closer to his family, which he knew would be best for his children, and get a bit of a fresh start.

The Morales family of three ended up moving into a working-class neighborhood a couple of houses down from the Millers, a family with two boys around the same age as Frankie and Valeria. The Millers quickly adopted the Morales kids into their little family, giving them another place to stay after school when Felipe had to work late.

Speaking of work, Felipe bounced around to different jobs to make ends meet. In Colombia, he studied to be an engineer, but when he came to the U.S. he had to take whatever jobs he could find. He ended up as a jack of all trades, realizing there was a lot of value for someone who knew how to take things apart and put them back together. One Saturday, as the kids were playing in the backyard, Abel, Will and Benny’s father, asked Felipe if he wanted to work for his brother Sam’s contracting business. From then on, Felipe was a loyal worker, thankful to both Miller families for their friendship and providing the means for a steady income.

As the boys got older, Frankie tagged along on jobs during the summer with Will and Benny and their cousins Joel and Tommy. They all developed a close friendship and Felipe was thankful that the boys looked after Valeria too, not that she needed it. She was a firecracker from a young age, similar to her mother. There were so many times Felipe could see flashes of Alejandra in Valeria. At first, it made him sad, but with time he felt like it was a gift. That his wife was sending him little reminders.

Frankie always felt guilty for leaving home at 18. He had dreams of being a commercial airline pilot, but couldn’t afford it, so he decided to pursue the military instead. Sure, he would come home occasionally, but it was never quite the same. And the deeper he got into his Delta Force work, the more reclusive he became as he tried to reconcile all the things he bore witness to.

Frankie’s endless cycle of self-loathing was further fueled by the fact that his little sister thought the world of him and was his biggest cheerleader. He never understood how she could have such unwavering support and unconditional love for him despite all the ways he had disappointed her over the years, yet she remained a steady constant in his life no matter what.

Delta Force was ultimately the reason why he couldn't be there when his family needed him most. For months Felipe wanted to come out to Florida and see his son, but Frankie always found some excuse. It also didn't help that at the time things were especially tumultuous with Raquel, so he was in no state to see his father. Frankie promised himself that he’d call his dad after his next mission.

When he and the boys finally landed back on U.S. soil and he was able to turn his phone on, Frankie was inundated with messages and voicemails. He clicked on the most recent one from Valeria, well, actually it was Alyssa who spoke with a grim tone. She shared that Felipe had suffered a massive heart attack and passed away suddenly. Upon hearing that, Frankie collapsed in a heap on the tarmac.

He felt so many competing emotions. Sadness and grief over the loss of his father. Guilt because Valeria had to deal with it all while not knowing if Frankie was safe. Anger at Raquel for fucking him up so much in the head that he was robbed of the chance to see his father for the last time. He also felt like he let his father down and wasted so much time pushing him away.

The jolt of the plane’s wheels meeting the ground brought Frankie back to the present. As the plane taxied, he reflected on his session from this morning. He and his therapist talked about how this trip was a momentous occasion. It was the start of a new chapter in his relationship with Valeria and a chance to bond with his niece and nephew.

He flipped his phone off of airplane mode and saw a text come through from Valeria.

Valeria: Hope your flight goes well. Sorry but I can't pick you up. Trying to convince this asshole judge to give us this warrant. If it gets late Tim will cover, but meet me at my place. I have the rest of the week off …. Tim says you owe him a beer!

Valeria: Love you 🩷🐰

Frankie: All good. I'll get an Uber. Tell Tim I say hi.

Frankie: Love you too 🐰

Frankie smiled, his little sister as feisty as ever. She was equal parts smart and brave and always unapologetically herself. He was thankful to her partner in (fighting) crime and mentor, Tim. Although she didn't need protecting, it still gave Frankie peace of mind knowing Tim was looking after her in the field. He was also thankful they both moved off of the narcotics unit and onto white-collar crimes. On the home front, Frankie was equally thankful for Valeria’s partner in life. Alyssa was single-handedly the best thing to ever happen to her. Frankie held out a little hope that one day he'd find a love like theirs.

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Benny, already dressed and ready for the gym, stood in his kitchen eating a bowl of cereal staring at his phone. He was expecting a call and hoped it would come before Will woke up. He waited and waited and of course, as soon as Will sauntered in to make his coffee, the phone rang.

Benny cleared his throat and answered, “Hey, Herb, how’s it going?” He was actively trying to avoid Will who now was looking squarely at his little brother. “Ha, yeah it’s been a while,” he paced around, listening to the man on the other end of the line. “Yup, yeah I can be ready. Where’s it at?” He drank the milk from his cereal bowl and put it in the sink. “Cool, yeah, wasn’t Omar one of Lights’ guys or something? Huh ok. How long ago did he make the switch over?” Benny could practically feel Will’s eyes boring into the back of his head. “Yeah, sounds good. Guess I gotta start training, huh? Ok, talk to you soon Herb.”

“What the fuck was that?” Will piped up as soon as Benny ended the call.

“Nothing,” Benny tried to walk around Will, but his brother stood his ground, squaring up and looking him in the eye.

“Didn’t sound like nothin’ Ben. What kinda shit are you getting yourself into, huh?”

Benny crossed his arms in front of his chest and threw his head back as he rolled his eyes. He was trying to avoid exactly what was happening now. With a big sigh, Benny responded, “Look, I…I was texting with Herb last night and he said he could get me a fight and before you freak the fuck out, it’s just a one-time thing. His friend has this guy who was some hot shot boxer up in New York City who’s switching things up and get his footing in the MMA world.”

“Sounds like Herb is setting you up to get your ass kicked. Ben, you got knocked out cold the last time. Do you really want to lose-”

“Hey! I didn’t lose that fight. Fucker used a 12-6 elbow and got his ass disqualified,” Benny scoffed.

“Ok, Benny. You’re right, I’m sorry,” Will gave him a tight smile, trying to pacify his brother before he got more riled up. “How soon?”

“Middle of August,” Benny responded flatly, already knowing what Will was going to say. “I know, I know. I’d love to have more time to prepare too but it’s fine. It’s gonna be fine, Will.”

Will sighed, knowing that it was a wasted effort to try and convince Benny since his mind was made up. As easygoing as Benny typically was, if he had his mind set on something there was no wavering. “How can I help?”

Benny was taken aback for a moment before a big smile came across his face.“There’s the spirit,” he slapped Will on the chest. “Maybe you can come to the gym with me, help spar? Once Fish gets back he can help too. I'm gonna have to do two a days at least. Can you run with me some days?”

“What about Connor?”

“I’ll still work out with him, but I’m gonna knock the kid out by accident if he tries to help me fight” Benny smirked. “I'm great at what I do, but it’s gonna take him all summer to put on some muscle.”

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Frankie took a deep breath as he stood at Valeria's doorstep. As he was about to ring the doorbell, the front door swung open and Valeria practically threw herself at her brother, burying her face into his chest.

“Hola mi conejita,” he smiled, hugging her tightly, and lifting her off the ground. “Te extrañé.” He put her back down, seeing tears starting to fall as she pulled back to look at him. “Please don’t cry.” He wiped the tears from her cheeks, cradled her head, and brought her back into his chest.

She sniffles, “Sorry, Paco. I just,” she pushed back and grabbed his face with both of her hands, stroking his stubble, “Fuck, I’m just so happy to see you!” She smiled through her tears and ushered him inside. “You look good, hermano. Better than good, you look amazing! I like the salt and pepper in your beard, it looks like dad’s.” She turned to face him, running her hands down his arms until she reached his hands, giving them a squeeze.

“Thanks,” he wrapped his arm around her shoulders as she walked him to her kitchen table to sit. “Feelin’ good too.”

“¿Quieres un cafecito?” She asked, heading over to the gigantic espresso machine in the corner of her kitchen counter. Alyssa's job as a top caterer in Dallas meant they had all of the fanciest appliances in their kitchen. Frankie nodded and she got to work. “How are the boys?”

“Good. They’re all good,” Frankie smirked. “Benny said to tell you Will says hi.”

“Ay dios mio, ese sinvergüenza,” she chuckles. “You know how many times I had to cover for his ass back in the day? The nerve to still give me shit about his brother,” She shook her head as she poured the coffees. “Y Santiago? Is he off traveling somewhere chasing after a woman?” She walked over and sat with Frankie.

“No, no he’s been home for a while. Trying to keep him out of trouble, but you know how he is. We've been spending a lot of time at Will and Benny's place,” he smiled, taking a sip. “Got a lot of nice neighbors, it’s been… nice.”

“How nice are the neighbors?” She raised an eyebrow, studying her brother who rolled his eyes.

“No, nothing like that. Not for me, at least. You should talk to Will though, he’s been extra…nice,” he smirked before taking another sip. “What time do you have to pick up the kids?”

Valeria looked at her phone to check the time. “Ah, we should probably leave in like half an hour. Well…ah sorry, I assumed you wanted to come. Do you want to come? We could surprise them! They think you aren't coming until later.”

“I'd love to,” Frankie’s eyes softened.

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“You ok?” Connor asked as he took over the squat bar from Benny, who had been uncharacteristically quiet that morning.

“Hmm? Yeah, sorry man. I just ah…kinda did something without really thinking through it.”

“What’d ya do?” Connor grunted out between reps.

“I signed up for a fight.”

“You’re fighting again?” Connor finished his set and rested his arms on the bar as he caught his breath.

“Well, kinda I guess. Well, yeah, I am,” Benny sighed and readjusted his hat. “I don’t know what I was thinking… I dunno, I figured they’d moved on and there wasn’t gonna be a spot for me on the card, but…they took me seriously and found me a fight.”

“You're gonna win right?”

“I sure fuckin hope so,” Benny inhaled deeply. “Shit, my last few fights didn't end the best.”

“Do you know who you're fighting against?”

“Yeah, this guy Omar.”

“Well, Coach Ben always says that you can tell a lot about an opponent by watching film on them. You can pick up little ticks and tendencies. This guy have any fights you can watch?” Connor offered as he moved around to spot Benny on the bench press.

“That's a good point. I think I can find some stuff on him, he just recently got into MMA but he was a boxer too.” Benny finished his set and sat up on the bench, pulling his shirt up to wipe the sweat off of his brow. “Wanna help me train?”

“Me? You'd kick my ass in like two seconds. I don't think my mom’ll be too happy if I-”

“No, no not like that. I have Will and Fish to beat up on,” Benny winked. “No, I meant like with the video stuff. D’you think you could watch his fights with me?”

“I don't really watch MMA man, I'm more of a WWE kinda guy.”

“That's fine. It's probably good you aren't familiar with it now that I think of it, you'll pick up on shit I probably wouldn’t see.” Benny gave Connor an encouraging smile before knocking on his shoulder. “C'mon, you don't want me to get my ass handed to me do ya? You'll lose out on a training partner.”

Connor smiled, excited that he could finally help Benny with something. “Deal. When do we start?”

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On the way to pick up the kids, Valeria filled Frankie in on what each of them liked. Antonio was obsessed with Star Wars, especially after playing with some of his Tio Frankie’s old toys. Valeria found them when she went through her father's house before the estate sale. Leia, on the other hand, only had eyes for Minnie Mouse, a fact Frankie was thankful he knew beforehand so he could get her a birthday present.

Frankie tried to stave off his nerves on the drive. He wasn’t a stranger to the kids, thanks to FaceTime, but he still wondered how they’d react to him in person. It always made his heart melt to see Antonio’s face light up when Valeria passed him the phone to talk to Frankie. He'd show off all of his toys and talk a mile a minute about shows Frankie had never heard of. Leia was a bit on the shyer side, but Frankie was so enamored with his little niece. She reminded him so much of both his mother and Valeria when she was younger.

“Hey, they’re so excited to see you,” Valeria reached over to squeeze her brother’s arm. “I could barely get Antonio into his classroom today, he wanted me to take him to the airport to see his Tio,” she laughed.

Valeria parked and Frankie took a deep breath before getting out of the car. He took his hat off and ran his fingers through his hair as he and Valeria made their way down the hallway to Leia’s classroom. He was oblivious to the fact that he turned heads as he walked by, but Valeria noticed; her powers of observation enhanced thanks to her day job. She smirked to herself and rolled her eyes. Her whole life all of her friends either had a crush on Frankie or one of his friends.

When they reached the classroom, Valeria knocked on the door and waved. Leia spotted her and ran to the door.

“Mommmaaa. Hi momma!” the toddler babbled. “Momma. Up!” She lifted her little arms up, wanting Valeria to pick her up.

“Hola mi niña, did you have a good day?” She asked the little girl, looking over to her teacher who smiled and nodded.

“She had a lot of fun today,” her teacher handed over Leia’s dinosaur lunchbox.

Leia wrapped her arms around her mother’s neck and then her eyes locked with Frankie's, as he gave her a shy wave. He could see the wheels turning in the little girl’s head. She definitely recognized him, but it seemed like she was trying to figure out how.

“Hola mi princesa,” Frankie offered, pushing his hat up a little bit so she could see more of his face.

She paused for a moment before her face lit up, “Tio Fankee!” She wiggled in her mom’s arms, signaling she wanted to be put down and put down fast. She ran over to Frankie and wrapped her arms around his leg, drawing awws from parents passing by.

Frankie let out a breath he didn’t realize he had been holding in, his shoulders relaxing as he looked down at the little girl reaching her arms up. He scooped her up, planting a big kiss on her cheek which made her giggle as he tickled her.

Valeria looked on and felt a mix of emotions at the scene playing out. Her brother loved kids and always had a soft spot for them. She knew he would make the most amazing father, which is why the situation with Raquel still stung. Frankie had been over the moon to have a little one on the way only to have that ripped away. It took everything in Valeria to not fly to Tampa to beat Raquel's ass the day Frankie called to say that the baby wasn't his. She felt a rage she had never felt before, hearing her brother sound so low, so defeated. Little did she know the spiral that still awaited them both.

Even though that was in the past, she could still see the pain in Frankie’s eyes as he held Leia. She knew he was thinking about what it would be like to hold his own child. With Leia firmly perched on Frankie's hip, the trio walked down to Antonio’s room. He was sitting at a table, reading when his mom knocked on the door.

“Mamá! Is Tio Frankie here?!” The little boy quickly shuffled out of his seat, running over to the door ignoring his teacher’s pleas to walk instead of run.

Frankie hid on the other side of the door, giving Valeria a wink as he heard his nephew shuffle over. “Peek-a-boo!” Frankie popped out, surprising Antonio whose face went from fear to utter joy in about one second flat.

“Tio Frankie!!” The boy wrapped his arms around Frankie’s waist before Frankie bent down, Leia still clinging to him like a koala bear.

“You’re getting so big, pollito. You taking good care of your moms and sister?” The little boy nodded, wrapping his arms around Frankie’s neck. “Good job, I’m proud of you, buddy.”

“Tio Frankie?”

“What?”

“Why do you call me pollito?”

Frankie chuckled, looking up at Valeria who laughed and rolled her eyes. “Actually, your Tio Benny gave you that nickname when I sent him a photo of you in the hospital when you were born,” Frankie laughed.

Valeria shook her head. She vividly remembered how Benny’s first reaction at seeing a photo of Antonio was to say he looked like Chicken Little from the animated movie.

“C’mon, let's get home,” Valeria grabbed Antonio's things. “Mommy is gonna make Tio Frankie his favorite - breakfast for dinner!”

“I'm so happy you married a chef,” Frankie looked over his shoulder as he and the kids made their way down the hallway, Antonio talking a mile a minute about what he learned that day.

Valeria stood back a second to take in the view of her brother walking down the hall, holding Antonio's hand with Valeria still clinging to him. It was the most complete she'd felt in a long time.

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David: Liv, are you sure you don't need help for the party? I have a whole mood board going.

Ty: I'm sorry Liv. You know he can't be stopped once he gets going…

Olivia: Aww thanks D. But I don't know how much space we'll have. I just picked up some stuff from the Dollar Store, we should be fine. But if you all want to dress up, I won’t stop you! 😉

David: SAY LESS! Ty and I have the perfect costumes.

Ty: This is a child’s birthday party babe, not a circuit party. Don’t worry Liv, we’ll be appropriate.

Megan: Send the name of the rink over to Melissa, she'll find you the goddamn blueprints by the end of the day 🤣

Katie: Seriously, what she can uncover with a few uninterrupted hours is frightening

Melissa: oh stop it!! You weren't complaining when I was showing you what I found about Cousin Joel

David: 👀 I'm listening

Melissa sends a few photos from her folder titled Cousin Joel Discovery

Ty: Holy shit 🥵

Olivia: Oh hello Cousin Joel!! 🔥

Megan: Ty can you please do a welfare check on David

David: WHEN IS HE VISITING FOR THE LOVE OF GOD I NEED TO SEE THIS MAN IN PERSON

Ty: Megan and Kat, please do me a solid and give me fair warning if Cousin Joel ever comes to visit. I’ll need as much time as I can get to construct a Jurassic Park-level enclosure for David

David: you can't hold me back! I'll gnaw through it RAWR 🦖

Olivia:💀🤣

Lucille: He is very handsome. Although he looks a bit like trouble.

Katie: You think so?

David: I like trouble, love it actually.

Ty: 🤦🏽‍♂️

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“Tio Frankie, Tio Frankie! Can we play Star Wars? Who’s your favorite character? Which ship do you think is the coolest? I think the A-wing is the coolest. What color lightsaber would you choose? I like green like Luke. What about-”

“Ohhhh ok,” Valeria ushered the boy inside the house, Leia on her hip as Frankie dropped off the kid’s backpacks and made a beeline to Alyssa who was busy preparing dinner.

“Hola, Lyssa,” Frankie said as he kissed her cheek.

“Hey Frank, you look good hermanito!” She gave him an up and down.

“Hey babe!” Valeria shouted as she made her way down the hallway to change Leia’s diaper.

“I’m so glad you’re here Frank, she’s been so excited ever since you called,” Alyssa smiled as she pulled some biscuits from the oven.

“I’m glad I’m here too,” he leaned up against the kitchen counter. “This all smells amazing, thank you. I know the last thing you probably want to be doing is cooking after you do it all day,” he chuckled.

“Oh stop it! And not have a chance to hear you rant and rave over my cooking! I’ll take that any day! Besides, your sister is doing this low-carb thing so it gives me an excuse to make biscuits and gravy since we both like it,” she winked.

“Well, I’m glad to be your conspirator…as usual.”

Antonio came crashing into the kitchen with a plastic bin of toys. “Tio Frankie! Can we play? Pleeeeease!”

Frankie could not resist his nephew’s little face, looking to Alyssa for confirmation.

“I have about 10 minutes until dinner is ready. If you eat all of it and Tio Frankie isn’t too tired then you guys can play after dinner.”

“Yeesssss!” Antonio jumped up and down and headed to the living room to take all of his toys out.

“Oh shoot, wait, I have something,” Frankie stopped and opened up his suitcase, taking out two bags. “Pollito, come here,” he smiled as the little boy bounded over.

“But, it’s not my birthday Tio Frankie, it’s Leia’s at the end of the week. Mamá and Mommy are taking us to the aquarium.”

“I know, but I wanted to get you a surprise too. Here open it,” Frankie handed over a plain green bag just as Valeria walked back in with Leia.

“What do you say?” Valeria raised her eyebrows and gave that mom look her son knew quite well.

“Gracias Tio Frankie.” The little boy put the bag on the ground and reached in, pulling out a Lego helicopter set. The biggest smile came across his face as he turned the box over to read it. “This is so cool!”

“You know that Tio Frankie can fly one of those, right?” Alyssa called over her shoulder.

“You can fly? Like Luke Skywalker?!”

“Ha, well, my ships aren’t as cool as Luke’s but yeah, I can fly a bunch of stuff.”

The little boy looked in awe at his uncle. “Woooow that’s so cool.”

“Maybe one day, you all can come to Florida and I’ll take you all up in a helicopter,” he smiled.

“I’m good to stay on the ground with the baby,” Alyssa called over. “One and done for me, no offense Frank.”

Frankie shook his head, remembering the time he took his sister and her new girlfriend up in a helicopter. It was then he really knew Alyssa loved Valeria because she tried to overcome a fear of flying just to impress her.

“That would be so fun! Mamá can we do that?! Can we do that pleeease!!!” Antonio jumped up and down.

“Si, mijo, we’ll go visit Tio Frankie. And guess what? We’ll get to see Tio Santi, Tio Will, and Tio Benny too! They haven’t seen you in a while and I know they’re probably so excited to see you,” Valeria ruffled her son’s hair.

“Maybe after dinner, we can try putting this together?” Frankie held up the box just as Leia walked over to him and wrapped her arms around his legs. “Hola princesa, c’mere!” He picked her up and she gave him a kiss on the cheek. Frankie kissed her on the forehead and brought her in for a hug, his eyes getting misty.

“Dinner’s ready! Let me get the kid’s plates together and you two help yourselves.”

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Will finished loading the dishwasher and sat down on his couch with a beer to watch whatever game was on TV. He felt a bit off all day, still processing that his little brother was going to need to be in fighting shape in 47 days.

Benny was impulsive in his decision to reach out to Herb. Will knew Benny would rather step into an octagon than face his feelings and talk. He wished Frankie was there, he always seemed to be a bit of a Benny whisperer. But since Frankie was on his trip, Joel was with Sarah, and Santiago was on a date, Will stared at his phone before deciding who to text.

Will: Hope you had a good day

He took a deep breath, resting the phone against his temple, feeling his phone vibrate not too long after.

Katie: It was a Monday 😕 How was yours? Did you drive anyone to get M&Ms today?

Will: Ha, no Mr. Jacobs didn’t have a sweet tooth today. Just wanted to get some deodorant and his meds.

Katie: Lol

Katie: How’s Benny?

Will: Fine. This morning I found out that he’s signed himself up for a fight.

Katie: Oh. How do you feel about that?

Will: Eh, I don’t know. It makes me nervous. I don’t want to see the kid get hurt.

Katie: You’re a good big brother 💗

Katie: But you’ve said he’s really talented, right? So he should be fine?

Will: Yeah. I don’t want to put pressure on him, but he should be ok. Especially once we get started training.

Katie: Buuut…

Will: He’s doing this because he doesn’t want to deal with stuff and this is the only way he knows how to process shit. I wish he’d just talk to someone, it doesn’t even have to be me.

Katie: Oh. I’m sorry. He sounds a lot like one of my brothers actually.

Will: Yeah?

Katie: Yeah. Nate was like that for a long time.

Will: What changed?

Katie: He found his girlfriend. I’m shocked every day that he found someone to put up with him!

Will: Ha, well, I feel like he’s going to be so focused on this fight that anything like that will be the last thing on his mind.

Katie: I understand that.

Katie: Hey, you guys are still planning on going to the twins’ party on Saturday right?

Will: Yeah. You actually reminded me I need to go get a present from Ben and I

Katie: Maybe we can go to the store after work on Wednesday? Then come back to my place. I’ll wrap it for you 🙂

Will: Sounds like a plan

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“That was so good Alyssa, thank you,” Frankie got up and started to collect everyone’s dishes.

“You’re welcome and you stop that right now and go to the living room to play with your nephew,” Alyssa winked at him as she grabbed the plates out of his hands.

“Tio Frankie, Tio Frankie! Can we play? Mommy said we could play after dinner, and it’s after dinner and I ate all of my food.”

“Let’s go,” Frankie ruffled the boy’s curls.

Valeria helped Alyssa clear the table and gave her wife a kiss before swooping up Leia and walking over to the living room.

Frankie helped Antonio put together the helicopter, telling the little boy about the different parts and what they do. They had fun playing, Leia making her way into her uncle’s lap to observe.

“Oh, can I give Leia her birthday present?” Frankie looked up at his sister, now sitting on the couch with a glass of wine observing.

“Tio Frankie, her birthday isn’t today.” Antonio reminded him.

“It’s ok, mijo. Besides, Tio Frankie won’t be here for her birthday,” she smiled at the boy. “Yeah, Paco, let me go get it.”

She came back with a little pink bag stuffed with white tissue paper and handed it to Frankie.

“Here you go princesa. This is for you,” he set the bag on the ground in front of his niece. She studied it for a moment and then looked back up at Frankie with her big brown eyes. “Go ahead, mira, you just take the tissue paper out. He grabbed her little hand and helped guide one of the pieces of tissue paper out.

She smiled and then attacked the rest of it before pulling out a stuffed Minnie Mouse toy. The Minnie Mouse was dressed in a pink dress with white polka dots, a matching bow, and pink shoes.

Leia let out a big gasp and brought the toy in for a big hug. “Momma, Min Mou!” she babbled.

“Aw, wow! How nice, Tio Frankie got you a Minnie Mouse! Que linda! What do you say?”

“Ank ooo Tio Fankee!” Leia managed with a big smile on her face before wrapping her little arms around Frankie’s neck.

“You’re welcome,” Frankie whispered, giving the little girl a kiss on the top of her head.

Alyssa finished up cleaning and came over to tell the kids it was bath time which started a bit of a meltdown from both of them since they wanted to spend more time with Frankie. With some coaxing, and a promise Frankie would read them both a story, they were off to the bathroom with Alyssa as Frankie sat up on the couch with his sister.

“It’s exhausting isn’t it,” she smirked.

Frankie leaned all the way back on the couch, the back of his head resting on the back of the couch. “Ha yea, but they’re awesome, conejita. I’m glad they seem to like me.”

“Like you?! They love you, Paco,” she leaned over giving his arm a comforting squeeze, making Frankie smile. “D-do you ever think about having some of your own?”

He nodded, his eyes cast downward with a tight smile.

“So I have to ask because I’m your sister, but… are you seeing anyone?”

“Ha, no. Honestly, I’m not really looking for anything. It’s been good to just kinda…I dunno focus on me, you know? I’m at peace with where things are.”

“I’m so proud of you,” she patted his knee. “Hey, I was going to send this to you, but since you’re here, I figured I could give it to you.” She got up from the couch and walked into her office to grab a small box.

“What? You didn’t have to get me anything,” he furrowed his brows as he took the box from her.

“I know, but, I want you to have this. Open it.”

Frankie took the box, undid the bow, and opened up the lid and he instantly felt tears welling up in his eyes. In the box was his father’s watch, a gift the Millers got him when he retired. Frankie didn’t have much of his father or mother’s possessions, so this was truly special.

“He wanted you to have it. I found a box of stuff in his room and there were some notes in there about what went to who,” Valeria told him as she rubbed Frankie’s back.

He brought the heels of his hands up to his eyes, rubbing them before looking over at her. “Thanks, this is awesome.”

They sat together as Frankie composed himself before Valeria finally broke the silence, “I have some other stuff too, mostly photos if you want to go through them tomorrow. I also have some jewelry, like Mom’s ring if you want it.”

Frankie tilted his head down and raised his eyebrow, “and why would I need that?”

“I’m just saying! If you ever need it, I have it. And I think you’ll be asking for it soon.”

Frankie chuckled, shaking his head, “what do you mean?”

“I just…I had a dream that you met someone soon,” she smiled.

From a young age, Valeria thought she had a gift. So many times she felt like her dreams predicted the future. She had a dream the week before she met Alyssa that she was going to find her soulmate. Nearly every time Frankie was off on a mission, she would have a dream that he would return safely. And she, unfortunately, had a dream that Frankie and Raquel were not going to last, but she didn’t dare tell him that.

“What kind of brujería are you on now?” Frankie chuckled. He was skeptical when it came to his sister’s dreams, always thinking the outcomes were more a matter of coincidence rather than fate.

She started to laugh as Alyssa came back in, to let them know Antonio requested Frankie read a book about the Star Wars ships for his bedtime story.

“Good luck and don’t let him ask you too many questions,” Valeria winked as Frankie got up and made his way to Antonio’s room.

Next chapter

Next week on As the Mule Falls: Frankie returns home to Tampa. Olivia's twins have their birthday party *cue a montage of Benny skating backward and racing Will around the rink, David still sneaking in his Stanley cup, Frankie checking his phone, Santiago avoiding Melissa, and some fun Star Wars decorations*

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To Give a Man His Name

(Thomas Hewitt x M!Reader)

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In which you run across four teens along the side of the road.

Part Two

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Prologue

He was born to the world in a crude and grotesque way, one that can only be described as a living nightmare. His birth was a fatality, an innocent brutality for he was just a babe merely being born. To take someone’s life so young, at such an age, was an image unseen in the world, despite its sordid nature.

From the very start of his life, from the time he was born, he was a murderer, someone who took the lives of those around him. As he grew into a man, once fit for killing, he came to terms with his conditions, realizing that there was only one path he could take within this cruel world.

However, when your hands caressed his face and your lips graced his own, his life felt limitless. All restrictions left and for the first time, he felt as if his strength could be used for something else.

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Chapter One

Texas, 1969 …

Texan heat bore down on your body as you swung the knife down repeatedly, a motion you’ve been repeating over and over since the morning’s first light. The smell of salty iron hit your nose, a rough and overwhelming smell, one that encircled your brain in a hazy and intoxicated field of buzzing cicadas.

You were a slave to your practice, a slave to your job. Everyday, you would wake up at the crack of dawn to make your expedition to that slaughterhouse and everyday you would slave away in front of that slab of wood, constantly slamming your knife into its surface over and over, consecutively using muscles most do not know exist. Your body would burn and your shoulders would cry but still, you would attend your job for you had a family to care for.

Your daughter, a young girl within her early teenage years, depended on your job for a life. Of course, your daughter wasn’t really yours, you had merely found her when she was around ten, abandoned on the streets. You had taken her in that day, whether out of pity or quickly growing love, you cared for her and you still cared for her to this day. She was your world now, your reason for continuing the path of slavery, your everything.

You were one in three workers at the meat factory for a while but that changed the day someone new showed up, someone intrusive and observant, someone so excluded yet centered it baffled you. He was a brute of a man, a massive guy who took up a good portion of the doorway. He held strong, sharp eyes, intelligent in a way you haven’t seen within others, not even yourself. He had a strong grip and quiet mouth. He was the ideal worker too, accepting of anything as long as he could work.

He was Thomas Hewitt, a man you would grow to know as the freak of the town, yet, you could never see why. From the day you met him, you’ve never considered him a freak, no matter what the people of that small, sullen town told you. They could express their own misguided hatred to the man all they wanted, but you would never back their statements. After all, on that day, the day you met him, your life was changed forever.

It all started a day before you actually met him, a day before he ever stepped foot into that meat factory. It all started one fateful afternoon when you stumbled upon a group of teenagers who had come from out of state, their car had broken down and they were in need of some help. Being the nice person you were, you aided them the best you could.

“Please, sir, can you help us? Our car has broken down and we don’t know where we are.” They had asked for your help first, reaching out to you like hungry children to a diligent mother.

“Sure, pop the hood why don’t yah.” You spoke casually, having experienced many broken down cars. People didn’t stay in this town but they often passed through and being the curse place it was, problems always occurred.

One of the teenage boys, his name was Carlos, did the honor of popping the hood. You thanked him and walked up to the car, taking a look at the motor. You couldn’t tell what was wrong at first but you eventually found the problem, one of the head gaskets was leaking, a problem that had overheated the engine of the car.

“Ah, I see the problem, your gasket needs replacing. You’re lucky it's an easy fix, all I need are the parts and I can fix it right here.” You explained to which the kids practically cheered. They thanked you and celebrated. You cut them short in their celebratory dances “I hate to be that person but the nearest place that sells gaskets is about three miles up the road.” You explained a guilt slowly trickling into your stomach. You felt bad that you had to ruin their celebrations.

“That’s okay, Carlos and I can go up there and retrieve it and bring it back.” Another kid named Dante spoke up.

You smiled and agreed to watch the girls, Lina and Grace, as they traveled to the nearest store. It didn’t take long for them to leave, waving goodbye to their girlfriends and you.

Once they walked far enough to where you couldn’t see them, you turned to the girls and talked with them. The three of you guys had spoken about a plethora of topics ranging from break up stories, societal morals, and more. They all seemed to be like interesting and nice people on the outside but the more they talked, the more you had begun to realize how different they were from you. You didn’t let this predicament affect you for too long though, always keeping a smile on your face, even when you felt like a complete outsider.

“I just think that the whole Vietnam war is bullshit.” They would say to which you tried your best to control your response. There was a part of you that formed hatred for their laid back words, their carefree attitudes, the way they talked about a war as if it was nothing else but a high school breakup, gossip to go around and around. You hated them and you still do, but you also feel bad for them. After all, they were only kids and they were stuck in the middle of a war.

Hours began to tick by and the boys had yet to return with the gasket. “Where are they? They should be back by now.” Lina had complained, a statement that only added to that trickling guilt. You worried something might have happened to them. A lot of things happened within this small town that no one ever talked about, that everyone was afraid to talk about.

“Do you think we should go find them?” Grace asked, her voice borderline frantic. “What if something happened to them? What if they are hurt or some weirdo snatched them up?” She asked repetitive questions, her mind looping in circles over the boy's case.

You walked over to Grace and placed a comforting hand on her shoulder, she immediately jerked away and looked at you with scared eyes. The fear turned to anger and she lashed out at you. “I swear if this weird town of yours hurt my boyfriend, I will behead you. Now, show us where that gas station was, we’re going to find them.” She stated with an authoritative tone that sent shivers down your spine. Her three-sixty in character took you by surprise, She was more than fine merely a minute ago, she was even joking with you, now she’s practically screaming down your throat. Insane.

You backed away from her and pointed down the road. “Fine, but I’ll tell you this. Ain’t no one in this town wants anything to do with you or your little boyfriends. Now stop acting like you own the place and start walking, they ain’t gonna find themselves now are they?” You replied with an annoyed and bitter tone, pissed off that she would even take such a voice with you.

Grace rolled her eyes and mumbled, “whatever” before starting her walk down the road. Lina followed after her with you leading the back.

The three of your walked down the road under the blazing sun, the Texas heat boating down on you like a laser, burning your skin and stinging our eyes. It felt as if the earth was molten lava each time a foot was placed upon that heated asphalt. The heat seeped into the soles of the shoes, reaching up and attacking the foot with a fiery blaze.

It wasn’t until the sun began to set behind the horizon that the three of you made it to the gas station. Grace was the first one to make it inside, barging through the door with haste, not even stopping to say hello to the shop owner. She rampaged through the aisles, calling out the name of the boy’s. When you and Lina made it inside, Grace was already halfway through the store.

“You ain’t gonna find any of them here. Haven’t seen a soul all afternoon I’m afraid.” The lady behind the counter spoke in a calm tone.

Grace turned to face her with an angered look. “What do you mean no one has come in? They were supposed to be here. Are you telling me that they never made it to this shitty gas station?” She asked in a raised voice.

You stepped in front of Grace and held out an apologetic hand to the older lady. “I’m so sorry about that Mrs. Hewitt, her boyfriend is just missing and we’re trying to find him. I’m sorry about her tone, we’ll take her outside, won’t we, Lina.” You shot a pointed look over to the girl who immediately jumped into action and pulled Grace outside.

You didn’t follow them, you stayed behind to talk to Mrs. Hewitt, wanting to further apologize for the attitude Grace had taken up with her. “I apologize about her outburst, Mrs. Hewitt” You started, to which she simply nodded with her eyes closed. “Is there anything I can do to make this up to you, I’m sure it’s given you quite the fright?” You asked with a guilty tone. It was your fault that Grace had come in here, that the boys were now missing, you are the one that sent them down here in the first place.

Mrs. Hewitt opened her eyes and gave a soft smile. “It ain’t your fault, dear. And please, call me Luda Mae. All the formalities make me feel old.”

You nodded and smiled back at her. “Alright. Well, I’ll be back around as always, Luda Mae. See you tomorrow morning.” You took your exit after that.

The second you opened the door of the gas station to exit the building, you instantly noticed that both Grace and Lina were missing. You call out for them and walk around the building multiple times but still, there was no hint of them anywhere. You cursed yourself and kicked a rock on the ground. You had officially lost four teenagers in the span of four hours.

With a defeated sigh, you started walking up the road, heading back to the teenagers car, wondering if they had headed that way, simply leaving you behind. You didn’t get far when the sheriff pulled up, Winston Hoyt, the only officer in his unit here. He had pulled up beside you, driving slow in order to keep pace with you. He rolled down the passenger side window and called out to you.

“Do you need a lift?” He asked, partially yelling to beat the sound of his motor.

You kept walking for a moment before stopping, deciding that it was best that you just get home. Plus, you could hand the case of the missing children off to the sheriff and be free of them for the day.

The car halted to a stop and opened the passenger door, taking a seat inside before closing it. You gave the directions to your house and the Sheriff began driving, heading in the general direction of your house.

“You work at the that butcher place back there, right?” He asks, making small talk.

You nodded and gave a small hum, not in a talkative mood.

“So what are yah doing out here so late? Meeting a boyfriend?” He asked with a tease.

You looked over and visibly rolled your eyes, wanting him to see your expression. He laughed and playfully hit your shoulder.”I’m teasing but seriously, what are you doing out here so late?” He asked again, to which you went in and explained all the details.

You explained everything from the time you got off work to now. You explained how nice they were at first, how willing the boys had been to go get the part, how they never came back, how one of the girls flipped out, how you all went to find the boys, how you lost the girls, and how you ended up walking alongside the road, heading towards the site once more.

“I see. After I drop you off, I’ll go out looking for them. No need to worry about them no more, okay, sweetheart?” He asked, adding on an unnecessary pet name at the end.

You simply nodded and refrained from throwing up at the name he had called you. You always hated being called pet names, they never went well with you. For the rest of the ride, you were silent, not speaking a word, not responding to ending further questions. The only time you talked was to thank the Sheriff when you got out.

You were quick to head inside, your mind spinning and stomach flipped inside out. You felt like you were going to throw up, the guilt of losing those kids eating up at you. You hated leaving the case with the officer but it was the only thing you could do, there isn’t much else you can do, you don’t even have a car.

You went to bed that night with an empty stomach, the contents long since spewed out into the toilet. Your dreams were plagued by their faces and what might have happened to them. You hated it, you hated them, you hated guilt.

The next morning, before heading to work you ran by the site where the car had originally been parked. It was a normal, humid morning, the sky was clear and the earth was dry, despite the wet conditions of the air.

When you arrived at the scene, you were quick to realize that the car was no longer there, not a trace of the kids were left, not even skid marks of them pulling out. It was as if they had passed through the town like ghosts or had come through at all. You could only hope that they were headed out of town safely, that the officer had done his job correctly and handled the case with practiced ease. You could only hope.

After you left the site, you quickly headed over to the factory, not wanting to be late to your shift. Luckily, you arrived a minute before your shift started, just on time. You were quick to throw on an apron and gloves, quickly heading over to your station and preparing for the day.

It was here that you met Thomas, it was here that he walked through the doors with the boss leading him on through, giving him a tour of the place. It was here that he was assigned to share a station with you, and it was here that you would start an odd relationship with the town’s “freak”, as some would like to say.

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bucknastysbabe · 1 year

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Hi, :)

Can you write soft degredation for Tommy Miller where he is doing that to female reader. Tommy is a soft dom and the reader is a sub <3

Omg so sorry for the wait luv u for being patient E xoxoxo BUT I ENJOYED WRITING THIS IMMENSELY I need him especially when he shows up in tlou hbo HNGHFFJNN also I did use some twang bc they Texan also my fav thing is when Joel gets Distressed and the accent IS OUT

Kink Bingo - Degredation

Little slice o’ heaven

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: >2k

Tags: Soft dom, Tommy Miller is a sweetie pie who luvs his lady, pnv!sex, SOFT SAPPY LOVEMAKING, slice of life, set in Jackson, fake innocent reader, light Degredation kink, general warm n fluffies and orgasms

You couldn’t help but worry every time Tommy went on a patrol. But he was extremely capable, everyone in the safe haven knew that. Joel and Tommy once took out over 20 infected on a patrol, including those ghastly clickers and near impenetrable bloaters.

You stoked the fire in your shared cabin with your love, stew cooking on the stove. He’d radioed he would be back soon. You frowned, the asshole had been gone for a week. But you stayed busy, tending to the kids of the community, teaching them the ways of this new life. Well a life they’d only know.

There was a niggling feeling Tommy liked to go on extended patrols with Joel so they could bond. Which considering how volatile they were at first it warmed your heart. Padding back over to the pot of beef stew you stirred the contents, eyes flickering out the window.

People milled around, kids playing. You never thought life would become so…normal. Heavy boots and the creak of the door drew your attention, Tommy throwing off his jacket, running a hand through his long hair. He toed

off his thick boots, eyeing you softly. You smiled, putting a hand on your hip and teasing, “Bout damn time Miller.” He grinned and strode toward you, sweeping you into a big hug.

He nuzzled at your neck, drawling, “Sorry sorry, there’s my girl. You know how it gets up at those ski lodges.”

You rolled your eyes and teased, “Yep, playing guitar and laying on those couches you love. Leaving your poor pitiful baby at home, slaving over this stove and caring for the snotty children.”

Tommy’s grin widened, dark eyes sparkling. He kissed your lips quickly, big hands caressing your waist. In that southern drawl of his Tommy laughed, “Oh you’re fine, needy lil’ thing.” You harrumphed and turned back to the stove, pointedly shrugging off your lover.

Tommy snickered, coming up behind you and rasping in your ear, “C’mon baby, don’t you play cold w’me.” You turned to look, face innocent, “I’m almost done with the food, go on and sit down. Mercer gave me a bottle of wine he pilfered at a resort down the way.”

Tommy gave your ass a light smack, stomping to the rickety kitchen table. A pretty little flower from the greenhouse decorated the center. The fire crackled in the background. You poured the stew into some bowls, grabbing a loaf of bread to soak up the hearty flavor. Tommy called from the dining room, “You better be nice after we’re all fed, been thinkin’ bout your pretty self.”

You blushed and ignored the obvious sucking up. Carrying the plates to the table Tommy groaned, “Damn baby that smells good, much better than that dried shit Joel n’ I been eatin’.” You snickered, “Figured you’d need something to warm up.”

The pair of you ate in bliss, Tommy updating you on his adventures and you talking about the rowdy kids at the school. Time caught up, and the wine was drained. Suddenly you felt tipsy and flushed, Tommy’s lids lowering. You knew that look. Pillowing your hand on your chin you hummed, “What’cha thinking about stud?”

He leaned forward, a hand on your thigh, dangerously high. You’d been wet since his scent filled the room again. For y’all’s age difference, Tommy was insatiable. He crooned, “What d’ya think, sugar?” You couldn’t help the little whimper emanating from your chest.

That damn Miller man had you hooked since you stumbled into Jackson, half starved and crazed. He was kind and patient, teaching you more survival methods. As a former reluctant FEDRA teacher he found you a spot for schooling the kids. But with a much less militaristic, fascist curriculum.

People made jokes about Tommy being too old, but you liked it. He was dominant, rugged, and oh-so-sweet under the rough and tumble demeanor. Tommy snapped to get your attention, humming, “You all spacey already honey? Don’t take much for ya’.”

You trembled and whimpered, “Need you Tommy.”

He grinned, squeezing your thigh. The man hummed nonchalantly, “Why don’t you put up the dishes and I’ll get us all set up in the bedroom huh baby?” You nodded obediently, standing on woozy legs. The wine definitely did not help. Gathering the plates, a fork fell, clanging against the table.

You yelped and jumped, Tommy already up and assisting you to carry the dining ware. He sighed, “Sorry sweets, didn’t mean for that, here.” He walked you to the kitchen and pecked your cheek, his stubble brushing your soft skin. Your mind was blank as you scrubbed and put up the dishes, eager to get with your man.

The bedroom was dim, a single homemade candle you had crafted with the kids dimming the room. Tommy had washed, curls cascading to his shoulders— dark eyes gleaming. The heady atmosphere almost made your knees buckle. The Texan crooned, “C’mon over here darlin’.” You gulped and crawled forward, robotically beginning to shuck off your clothes.

Tommy grabbed you and pinned your trembling frame to the bed, tutting, “I get to undress my baby girl.” You whimpered, “P-please Tommy!” He laid plush kisses on your lips and neckline, rugged hands pushing down your pants. He ordered gently, “Up now, know how soft ya’ get.”

He shucked off your thick sweater, gifted by him of course, and the dreary long Johns underneath. Next came the bra, you shouting at the chilly air hitting your nipples. Tommy chuckled, warm hands palming the tender flesh. You mewled, “S-sheesh baby, feel so good.”

“I know sugar, young hot blooded thing like you needs this. Good thing your old man knows what to do. My girl.”

You arched into his lean body, hands pulling at his thick clothing. Little by little his tanned scarred body came on display. You simpered, “I missed you, handsome.” A calloused hand caressed your cheek, Tommy murmuring in your face, “Missed ya’ too hun, sweet thing. Can’t get enough.”

Tommy slowly crawled on top of you, smiling down softly, but the dark gleam in his eye betrayed the benign look. You spread your legs and laid back, outstretching your hands to wrap around the man.

Your lover pressed flush against you, nipping at your jaw while he adjusted himself to mold to your needy body. His hot length slid against your folds, sinewy thighs flexing. You whined his name, running fingers into inky curls. The man gasped, swearing lowly, “Christ you’re soaked sugar, can’t help yourself can ya? All sopping from me steppin’ into the room, naughty thing.” You flushed and scrunched your eyes, moaning, “You get me so hot- gosh- Tommy!”

He laughed again lowly, “You haven’t sworn yet.”

Your brows furrowed in confusion. You wanted Tommy to dick you down, not question your word choice. You spluttered, “W-wha?”

He replied as if you were a dolt, “Obviously I haven’t banged the schoolteacher outta ya’ yet.” You batted his shoulder with a scoff, thrusting up against his cock to get back to the matter at hand. Tommy groaned, hand gripping into the bedding beside your head. He grunted, “Fine fine, so needy.”

You watched as a scarred hand guided his dick into your core, mouth agape in ecstasy. You whined, “Yeah- yeah, god Tommy!” His pretty lips fell atop your own as he slid the extent of his hot, pulsing cock inside of you. The pair of you kissed softly, tenderly as he began to move. The old bastard was right, you couldn’t go (too) long without being fucked.

Your legs wrapped around his waist, softly moving along with his movements. Tommy murmured, “Everyone knows your secret baby,” he licked up into your mouth, “Prim little girly likes gettin’ it from ole’ Tommy Miller.” You whined and clenched around him, eyes darting away from his smug face.

He gripped your chin gently, guiding your vision back to his face. Tommy teased breathily, “Ain’t I right honey? You love being my little slut hm?”

You cried out softly, pussy convulsing around his cock. Which was rubbing, rubbing, rubbing all the right spots. You shoved your face into his dampening neck, whimpering at it all. Tommy cooed, hand skimming down the middle of your torso to play at your swollen clit.

“S’okay baby, I know. Don’t have to tell me none.”

His calloused thumb swirled around your bud, sending a lick of fire up your body in a wake of goosebumps. Your fingers dug into his back, moaning his name wetly into the tanned skin. Your thighs clenched harder around Tommy’s slim waist, mewling, “S-shit yes, m’yours yours!”

He groaned again, fucking into your pussy harder, thick tip bumping that spot that drove you wild. Tommy rasped, “Thas’ right, whose pussy is this huh?” You blubbered nonsense, panting and writhing under his undulating movements, earning a sharp crack to your ass.

You howled, “Yours Tommy! Fuck- my pussy is yours baby!”

“Thatta girl.”

Crack.

You scrabbled at his shoulders, moving your lips back to hungrily gnash against your lovers mouth. You moaned and whined between frantic smacks, drool collecting on your lips. You tightened around Tommy, pleasure making the world spin. You cried into his smiling mouth, “Fuck I love you, fuck me so good, m’so lucky.”

“Mmm, I’m lucky sugar, fucking hell, get the sweetest doll in Jackson. Ain’t nobody taking you away from me.”

He fucked brutally hard after talking, proving his point that you weren’t going anywhere. You yanked on his curls, the swirling on your clit sending you to the precipice. Tommy gasped and nipped your lip as you whimpered, “Closeclose, oh god, fucking god, Tommy!”

He moaned, “Yeah, yeah baby, that’s it, come for me.” He pressed his forehead to yours, panting roughly, the bed creaking under both of your panicky movements. Your eyes crossed as you throatily howled a wordless noise, cunt clamping down on Tommy’s cock.

You shivered and held to him, tears pricking at your eyes, overwhelmed mewls escaping your drooling mouth. Tommy swore and pulled out, painting your trembling belly with white streaks. He heaved, “Sshshit! Oh baby girl.” You replied, “Yeah, yeah, s’good!”

You blinked slowly, orgasm ebbing away sadly, Tommy blindly reaching around for a cloth to wipe you off. He did so lovingly, cooing, “Such a good girl for me. Love you.” He tossed the ruined fabric to the side, flopping next to you. Tommy laid on his side, arm draped around your waist.

You turned to face him, tucking a stray lock of his dark hair back. A goofy smile erupted on your face, sucking in a breath before teasing in a hoarse voice, “You been getting jealous? Everyone knows I’m yours.” Tommy rolled his dark eyes, pulling you closer to lay kisses on the bridge of your nose and lips.

“Maybe. Young bucks’ll get sent to the woods if I catch them hawking you down again.”

Snuggling closer into the man you giggled, tucking a leg between his own. You sighed, “I’ll make sure to give the kids a warning. Fool.” He shrugged and held you tight, a warm light in this strange world.

#tlou fanfiction #tlou smut #tommy miller x reader #kink bingo #asks answered

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halfway-happyyy · 2 years

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i and love and you (jake seresin)

AN: the one where jake seresin shatters his girl’s heart. based on this ask.

read part two here

warnings - adultery, mentions of infertility, rough language.

“Three words that became hard to say- I and love and you.” - the avett brothers

“You feel a million miles away from me.”

You are nose-to-nose with Jake Seresin between silk bedsheets, there is no telling where he begins, or you end. His warmth radiates into you; feels like pouring warm sunshine through a stained-glass window.

“On the contrary, m'dear. I couldn't be closer to you if I tried.”

His sleepy Texan drawl sends a pleasant shiver down your spine, and the recent memory of his fingertips on your skin as they left trails of molten fire in their wake causes your cheeks to flame. Still- the deep creases next to his eyes speak novels even if he won't. You know your pilot better than anyone on Earth, and the oppressive weight of whatever he isn’t telling you feels like it may just crush you if you’re not careful.

“Something’s wrong.” You muse.

He tries to shake it off. Forgets that to most people he may seem like an elusive mystery, but to you- well. You know him better than you know yourself most days.

“I made a mistake.”

It falls from his lips in a hushed whisper; and the most shocking thing is not the mistake itself, but his readiness to admit to it.

So unlike Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin…

His statement hangs suspended in the humid air before you; the nonchalance of it makes it feel like he's about to follow it up with- and you'll laugh when you hear what it is because it's just the funniest thing!

Except that he doesn't smile after he says it and something in the way his viridian orbs glitter darkly in the caliginous morning light tells you that you're in for a double dose of heartache.

“What mistake did you make, Lieutenant?” Your voice is light- a beacon to ward off the looming darkness.

He swallows hard like he's trying to swallow back the painful lump in the hollow of his throat, and the urge to brush a fingertip over the swell of his Adam’s apple is overwhelming.

“I… slept with someone while I was stationed away.”

It knocks the breath from your chest, and you recoil from the suddenly stifling warmth of his body next to you. You search his gaze for any sign of jest and when you find none, a hysterical laugh exits your mouth in rapid bursts of air.

“This is a cruel joke even for you, Seresin.”

He shakes his head once. “There is something else.”

And you think- what could possibly be worse than finding out your partner of five years did the one thing he swore to you that he’d never do?

“She’s pregnant.”

The sound you make after that admission is wholly unfamiliar to you. It’s akin to a bird with a broken wing; something fragile and helpless and hurt beyond all recognition. And it makes you seethe because you’ve spent so much of your life trying not to feel that way and it’s Jake-fucking-Seresin who’s done it to you this time.

“I am so sorry to have to tell you both this, but the results from your most recent test have shown that there is a thin film of cartilage covering the cervix that makes it nearly impossible to conceive children naturally.”

You cleared your throat and blinked back the tears that had begun to pool in the depths of your eyes.

“What about surgery?” Jake asked, his voice breathless with unbridled hope.

Your doctor took a deep breath and pressed his hands together atop the oak tabletop. “Operation could decrease your chances of conception even further.”

Jake squeezed your hand thrice under the table like a vice grip- as if his strength could lend itself to your irreparable reproductive organs and the next day a baby would be found there. You had been to fertility clinics all over California and each one had told you a grotesque replication of the same thing; you could not provide Jake Seresin with the one thing he really, truly wanted. The anguish in that notion was all-consuming. Like a blaze out of control threatening to destroy everything in its path.

“There are other options…”

What had initially drawn you to the decorated naval pilot before you had been his unyielding devotion to anything he took a shine too. An idea could bloom in his mind like a wild flower- and if there was even a remote possibility that it could be successful, he jumped at the chance.

“Why?” It’s the only word you trust yourself around at the moment.

“It was an accident…” His voice is a wineglass teetering precariously on the edge of a table. A mere moment away from absolute ruin.

It didn’t mean anything. I don’t know what I was thinking. I wish I could take it back.

Turning onto your back, you gaze up at the ceiling before you; will the tears not to fall because that’s the last thing you want to give him. He reaches a tan arm out to touch you, and bile rises in your throat. “Don’t you dare.”

“I need you to look at me, kid.”

And you physically can’t bring yourself to do it; that you are even still next to him is a testament to your sheer willpower. “You have one chance to tell me the truth, Jake. All of it.”

He exhales sharply, his warm breath fans out over your shoulder and does nothing for the waves of nausea swirling in your belly. The urge to cut and run grows tenfold with each passing second. “There’s been a growing divide between us. It’s like there’s this chasm of space that gets deeper with each doctor’s appointment…” He clears his throat. “We don't touch each other anymore, kid. We don’t make love, we don’t fuck, it’s like we got this collective bad news together and we both forgot how to function properly as lovers.”

“So your solution to all of that was to go and fuck someone else instead of coming to me first?” Your tone is equal parts venomous and incredulous; if the last five years had proven anything to you, it was that perhaps you didn’t know him the way you thought you did at all. “You are an impressively smart man so you’ll excuse me if I find it hard to believe that you figured that was the best course of action.”

“I’m sorry.”

Your gaze travels to his. And in the low light you notice the subtle flecks of gold in his eyes among a sea of green. It isn’t lost on you that an hour ago, you would have been happy to lose yourself in those orbs for an eternity. After a long day, they were home. An hour ago, he had been the one constant in a world of constantly changing things. You’d give anything to get back to it.

“Me too.” You murmur.

He doesn’t try to stop you as you leave the bed, and you’re grateful for it. Leaning against the paint-chipped doorframe, you cross your arms over your chest. “I’m going out for a couple of hours. I’d like you to be gone when I get back.”

He swallows hard, nods his head. “Right. Sure. Um, and then later on this evening we can talk more about it all…”

“Let me make this clear to you, Jake. I want you gone. Everything. We’re finished.”

He tries to say something but the right words fail him and he drops his head into his hands and starts to cry.

Sliding down the back of the closed washroom door, you hug your knees up tight to your chest while heaving sobs wrack your body. Your tears come from a place of white-hot anger; it’s a fury one doesn’t realize they possess until they’re thrust into a unique situation, and the fire from it feels as though it’ll consume you whole if you let it.

“I’m going to marry you someday.”

Stood before you on the beach, his tan skin was a stark contrast against his starched navy whites and you were hard-pressed to believe he'd ever looked more handsome. For once his tone lacked its trademark cockiness, and in its place there was a steadfast determination to the statement that made believing it as easy as breathing.

“You sound very sure of that, Seresin.”

He brushed a stray piece of hair from your vision and smiled at you, and it struck you then how strange it was that you never wanted to know what it would be like to live without him in your life. This deliberate, cocky, extraordinary hurricane of a human being. “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life. We’re going to get hitched, fill a home with babies, watch them grow, watch each other grow… I can’t wait.”

“It’s not going to be easy.” You murmured.

He took your hand in his, brought it to his lips and kissed each of your knuckles individually. “Nothing worthwhile ever is, kid.”

He’s waiting for on your front porch when you get home hours later, his head hung shamefully low. The warm, orange light from the setting California sun basks him in an Adonis-like glow and it kills you that this is how it’s all ending.

“This is my punishment isn’t it?” You whisper, finally.

Jake recoils as if he’s been burnt by an invisible flame. “What?”

“I couldn’t give you the one thing you wanted more than anything on Earth and instead of talking to me about it like any other sane person, you betrayed me, Jake.”

And even as he nods in understanding, he could never truly fathom the depths of that betrayal- how could he?

“I didn’t mean to hurt you.” His eyes are bloodshot and probably match your own.

“I need you to leave.”

Sighing, he stands from his spot on the top step and turns to you. He is a shadow of the man from the beach; an entire ghost of the boisterous pilot you initially fell head over heels for. He reaches a hand up as if to touch you; falters, and lets it drop to his side. Words hang in the air between you that will be left unspoken for an eternity. He turns to leave and you're sure you feel your heart crack under the weight of it all.

“Jake?” You murmur when he gets to the bottom of your yard.

He turns around slowly; that same glimmer of hope from the doctor’s office shines brightly in the depths of his green eyes and it causes a fresh wave of despair to wash over you.

“Yeah, kid?”

You force a smile; can feel overwhelming emotion thick at the back of your throat again.

Just a couple more minutes and then you can fall apart the way you need to, in order to put yourself back together again.

“I just wanted you to know that despite the rough parts, I loved every part of you with every fiber of my being. And that you cheated us both out of what could have been a wonderful life.”

You don’t wait for the words to follow as you disappear behind the privacy of your closed door. He stands at your front gate for a couple more minutes, his expression anguished. He had told you once that your capacity to love was one of your most beautiful traits, and that you needed to handle it with care.

And as you watch his car peel away from the curb and disappear at the end of your street, you only wish he had done the same for himself.

#big feels #jake seresin #jake 'hangman' seresin #jake seresin x reader #hangman seresin x reader #jake 'hangman' seresin x reader #jake seresin imagines #jake seresin fanfic #angst #writing #jake seresin angst #top gun: maverick #glen powell #i and love and you

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dopscratch · 9 months

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Spydad Excerpt

so a while ago i was just idk going wild over spydad and dadgineer and my tf2 headcanons and wrote this

idk if i will ever finish it but it doesn't seem right for it to just rot away in my docs

and yes i do have a LOT of headcanons for engie's family which i may share at a later date if the interest arises haha

i still absolutely love spydad and also extremely love dadgineer so this is certainly not the end

without further ado:

The Engineer prided himself on being able to solve practical problems, very efficiently with a copious amount of gun. He had a feeling this one would take a little more nuance.

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Down in the dusty badlands of New Mexico, a Texan with a hard hat and oil-stained overalls offered his help to a rather taken aback Frenchman in a prohibitively expensive suit. It all started when a new man joined the team of mercenaries warring in the gravel pits two exorbitantly rich brothers were feuding over. Really, the new Scout was a kid, in his early twenties physically and even younger mentally. He adapted quickly to the job and his new coworkers. It certainly wasn't his first time he had worked as a trained killer, judging by the practiced ease he handled his weapons. The amount of gloating he did while slaughtering the enemy helped too. He fit right in with the rest of the questionably sane men, sharing that marked disregard for human life. However, the resident Engineer noticed something strange going on between the newcomer and the Spy. Usually, the masked infiltrator was distant and unseen on the battlefield, his only impact being the convenient disappearance of some enemy forces and the strategic destruction of a few buildings. Ever since the Scout joined, he seemed to be much more present and daring, stabbing backs in the frontlines much more frequently. In the Engineer's opinion, Spy had blocked far too many bullets cloaked in front of the young mercenary for it to be coincidental. The implications were so clear to him. Some might have called it an instinct, others may have chalked it up to excellent reasoning skills. Regardless, the assumption had planted itself deep in the Engineer's mind, and at a certain point just became fact.

"Say, son, how does it feel to work with someone you personally know?" The Engineer asked the Scout one day as they were getting ready to enter the battlefield.

"Eh? Whaddya on about, egghead?" The pure confusion from the Bostonian would have marked an embarrassing miscalculation on Engie's part if it weren't for the Spy, standing a couple feet behind the Scout, dropping his precious cigarette. Though he quickly wiped the look off of his face, it was enough. The kid didn't know.

"Ah, never mind. Musta spaced out for a second, mistook ya for someone else. Guess I'm gettin' old, huh?" The Engineer laughed good-naturedly and headed off for the gates, leaving the baffled Scout behind.

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The Engineer was not done with this. Perhaps it was the sudden separation from his own kids, still a fresh wound even after months. In retrospect, he had no business in meddling with the two. Interpersonal relations strayed dangerously far from his area of expertise. In the moment though, he was not about to deny the kid the presence of a father who clearly still cared for him. So, he approached the Spy on that hot, dusty afternoon.

"Spy, I know we've got our differences, but I can't just stand here and watch that sad display you got goin' there between you and your son. If there's anythin' I can do, just say the word."

"What." Was all the normally eloquent Frenchman could muster in response.

"Well, I'm a father myself, so I suppose I could give ya some pointers-"

"I don't think I need help from a man who was banned from seeing his own children," the Spy snapped back coldly.

"How didja know about that?" Even as the Engineer asked the question, he already knew the answer. Still, it was strange hearing it from someone else when he had put so much effort into separating his personal and work life.

"I am the Spy. It is my job. However, you are the Engineer. Your job is to make little toys to aid us in battle. So tell me, tinkerer, how did you know about me?"

"Well..." He started, lifting a hand to adjust his helmet. "I noticed y'all been hangin' around a touch more ever since the kid joined..." The Spy raised an eyebrow.

"So you guessed. It was pure luck. Fascinating." The observation was nearly more sarcasm than accent, and Spy had a pretty heavy accent.

"I wouldn't say that," Engie quickly interjected, unwilling to take that blow to his ego. "I’d call it more of a... educated guess. A hypothesis, ya might say.”

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and unfortunately that's all i've got, but hope you enjoyed :)

#tf2 #team fortress 2 #tf2 fanfiction #dadgineer #spydad #dadspy #scoutson #engineer tf2 #scout tf2 #spy tf2 #funky fiction #rancid ramble

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ladyshinga · 2 years

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I've never once had a single goddamn DIME in student loans, and I still think debt should be 100% forgiven.

Americans would agree this is a good thing, but there's a massive ethical problem in the US... people hate each other.

And I mean HATE. If you're not from the US, talk to Americans sometime about how much their state hates people from other states. I'm from Texas - either I hear Texans never shut the fuck up about how much they hate other states, or I hear people from other states never shut the fuck up about how much they hate Texans

Hate is an american way of life. Punishment, sadism, making sure everyone suffers as a default is how this country operates. Our economy is a sham held up by poverty and extreme debt. Why won't anyone talk about forgiving said debts? Because they both a. know the ENTIRE COUNTRY is built on people suffering from debt and poverty and we literally won't exist as the same country if we actually idk TAKE CARE of people, and b. they want suffering.

The suffering's IT, actually. Most of these people throwing online tantrums and crying about 10k in debt relief for a MINOR handful of Americans? They don't care about the economic impact, they just WANT. SUFFERING.

America isn't America if its citizens are happy, fed, clothed, and housed.

America isn't America without children signing up to either die in war or be saddled with hundreds of thousands in debt (with out of control interest rates and no bankruptcy relief)

America isn't America if the poor and middle class aren't kicking down at those in extreme poverty, pointing and laughing and saying "well I'm better than that guy so he doesn't deserve ANY help, otherwise it isn't FAIR, what about ME"

America is for the cruel and selfish. Period.

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texasobserver · 1 year

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From “Millions of Texans are About to Lose Their Health Insurance” by TXO Winter/Spring Editorial Fellow Sara Hutchinson:

Last November, Tiayana Hardy gave birth to her first child, a baby girl named Laylani.

“She came a week before her due date, but I can’t complain about that,” said Hardy. “She was born healthy, she’s an easy baby, and motherhood is amazing.”

But Hardy has concerns about her future. She is still experiencing bleeding related to the delivery as well as continuing postpartum anxiety. And now the Garland resident is about to lose the Medicaid coverage that got her through her pregnancy.

Hardy is far from alone. An estimated 2.7 million Texans—mostly children and new moms— are expected to lose their Medicaid insurance in the next few months, some as early as June. That’s almost half of all Texans now on the Medicaid rolls. Most of those affected had had their earlier coverage extended by the public health declaration that came during the COVID-19 pandemic. The declaration expires at the end of March.

Now the state must begin a federally mandated review of its entire 5.9 million-member Medicaid caseload. Texans who no longer qualify will lose their coverage, but so could current eligible recipients who fail to complete required paperwork for recertification.

“Advocates are very, very concerned right now,” said Jana Eubank, CEO of the Texas Association of Community Health Centers. “Families aren’t even going to know what’s going on, and they’re just going to lose coverage and show up at a doctor or a health center, and they’re going to be told, ‘Oh, you’re not on Medicaid anymore.’”

For over a year, public health advocates have raised concerns about Texas Health and Human Services’ (HHSC) ability to handle this recertification process, which begins April 1 and is expected to be finished within 12 months. State officials are apparently worried, too: HHSC recently requested an additional $143 million to cover more staff to process the approaching onslaught.

“It’s probably the largest enrollment event, if not the largest enrollment event since the ACA [federal Affordable Care Act],” Eubank said.

Parents Tiayana Hardy and Desmond Gentle pose with their baby, Laylani, born Nov. 30, 2022. Hardy has relied on Medicaid to cover her health care needs since she became pregnant last year, but she’ll lose that coverage once the public health emergency expires.

Medicaid, a federal entitlement program administered by states, provides health insurance for low-income residents who cannot afford private insurance. Nearly half of Texas children depend on the program, as do 51 percent of moms, whose prenatal care and hospital bills are covered.

In this, the most underinsured state in the country, millions of people fall outside of Medicaid coverage due to Texas’ strict eligibility criteria and Republican leaders’ refusal to accept billions of federal dollars to expand the program. The state’s requirements around income eligibility mean the vast majority of working poor Texans make too much to qualify for coverage.

A single mother of two would need to earn less than $4,000 per year to be eligible for Texas Medicaid insurance, while childless adults are ineligible no matter how poor they are. Eligibility requirements ease for single pregnant women, who may make up to $2,243 a month, but that coverage cuts off two months after birth regardless of their care needs.

Despite Republican leaders’ past opposition to any expansion of Medicaid, Texas Speaker of the House Dade Phelan and Governor Greg Abbott both have named postpartum Medicaid expansion as a top priority for this session. But even if it passes, it won’t come soon enough to prevent confusion and distress for low-income families.

Under the national public health emergency initiated by the federal government in March 2020, no Texan who qualified and was enrolled in Medicaid could be dropped from the program. That meant Texas moms like Hardy who would have ordinarily lost their insurance two-months postpartum have been able to maintain their coverage for the duration of the pandemic. The same is true for Texas children who would have aged out of the program.

As a result, the state’s Medicaid rolls grew from 3.5 million before the pandemic to 5.9 million today. Federal dollars provided the financing for this temporary expansion.

But with the public health emergency set to expire, advocates say, families are now scrambling to find new coverage options and navigate a complicated and bureaucratic reenrollment process.

Of particular concern are the millions of Texas children currently enrolled in Medicaid who could miss prescription refills or have to forgo doctor’s visits if their parents are unable to complete the upcoming recertification process. According to state data, 4.2 million Texas children currently rely on Medicaid to access healthcare, up from 2.8 million prior to the pandemic.

“You’re going to go to your pharmacy to get your prescription renewed and they’re going to say, ‘Oh, you don’t have coverage anymore.’ Or you’re going to take your kids for their scheduled well-child visit to get vaccinations for school. And they’re going to say, ‘Oh, you don’t have coverage.’ That’s when they’re going to find out,” said Diana Forester, who oversees health policy at the children’s advocacy nonprofit Texans Care for Children. The organization recently launched a website to help Texans navigate the end of continuous coverage.

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take me home for christmas | j. seresin | part six

all i want for christmas is you - hush kids

summary : jake wants to take you home to texas for christmas to meet his family.

warnings — series, 18+, fem!reader, established relationship, some angst, family dynamics (both healthy and not), mentions of therapy, no religious aspect to the holiday, dogs named after famous texans, anxiety, no use of y/n, little angsty, but mostly internal

notes — i think i got a few cavities writing this one. it's a sweet one. also, mistletoad is a real thing. there are like two installments left. i don't really want it to end because i love jake and sweet pea so much. (i call her that in my head, since that's what jake's mom calls her.)

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“OH, come on!” Your boyfriend yelled at the large television, standing up, hands stretched out. Julie was on one side of him in a similar position and Will was on the other, hand covering his face and head shaking. The Cowboys Christmas Eve game was on and almost all of the Seresin’s eyes were glued to the screen hanging on the wall. You were sitting between Jennifer, who’d arrived earlier that day, and Luke. The three of you were discussing the Army-Navy Game from a few weeks ago. Jake would throw in a random, bitter, comment every so often. The man was not over Navy's loss. You were hoping the Cowboys could pull out a win, just so he could turn his attention towards that instead of the loss.

You could smell the barbeque that Matt (Jennifer’s husband) and Vicki just brought in from the back, so you knew dinner would be soon. June was sitting on the floor in front of you playing with Lily and five year old Oliver, who was Jennifer’s youngest. There were now children running all over and the house felt more like a home. The moment Jennifer and her family arrived a certain peace took over Tom and Vicki that you had not yet experienced. You had a feeling it was because all their children were home and happy.

“Let’s eat!” Vicki called out and you hopped up without a fuss. The Seresin siblings stayed seated, Jackson mumbling something about the game being almost over. You chuckled and got up to head to the kitchen. “Thomas created monsters out of all five of them.”

“Yeah, I can see that!” You thought back over this past football season and how all of your and Jake’s plans revolved around two things; UT and Cowboys games. She was taking some silverware out of a draw and you walked over to help her.

“Can I just say that I am so happy that you are here?” Vicki’s words were as warm as her smile. “You’re like a piece of a puzzle that I have been waiting for…Jake too.” The future was something that you and Jake had discussed before and you both were in it for the long haul. Vicki’s statement added another layer to those plans though. It gave you a sense of relief that you didn’t know you needed.

“It makes me happy to hear you say that.” As screams of all kinds were heard from the living room, she wrapped her arms around your waist and pulled you close like a mother would her daughter. You let your arms drift up to hers, giving her a squeeze. The two of you stayed like that until voices began to come closer.

Jake and Cole were the first people to enter the kitchen. Jake’s frustrated frown disappeared the moment his green eyes landed on you and Vicki. His whole body instantly softened and gaze grew warm. You knew, just from the look on his face, how much he loved you. Even as everyone started helping themselves to food and grumbling about the game, Jake was quiet and only had eyes for you. Eventually you started filling up your plate, making sure to playfully bump his shoulder as you walked by him. You didn’t get too far past him though because he grabbed your hand and pulled you back to him.

“I love you.” He declared as though it was the only statement in the world that could ever be true. Before you could return the sentiment his lips were on yours, no care for the family around you. Your cheeks grew hot, but you returned the kiss just the same.

“EW! Uncle Jake!” One of his nieces cried out. It sounded like Evie, who you met that morning.

“Gross!” Will gagged.

“Honestly Jacob,” June spoke up from the entrance of the dining room that sat off the kitchen, near the back door. Through the doorway you could see Jake’s siblings all smirking at the table. Jackson’s shoulders were shaking with laughter as Sophie stuck her tongue out in disgust. “There are children around.”

“Don’t care.” Was his confident reply. He kept his attention on you, but discreetly lifted his middle finger to scratch his nose. June just laughed. You lifted yourself up on your tiptoes and pressed your lips to his cheekbone before walking around to join his family at the large dining room table.

You sat next to Jenni. Jake joined you a few minutes later, taking the empty spot on your right. As dinner progressed, conversations of all types flowing around the table, his left hand found your thigh. He was talking with Claire, Jackson, and their kids about what Santa may or may not be bringing them. You were in the middle of a discussion with June and Jenni about similar experiences the three of you had at work. June had an almost identical personality to her youngest brother, which you found amusing. As soon as you picked up on that, you knew you would have to invite her out and have the Dagger Squad over, knowing Rooster’s response would be highly entertaining. Eventually, Thomas excused himself from dinner and you looked at Jake, questioning if everything was okay.

“Just wait.” His tone was secretive and caused your concern to morph into curiosity.

When Vicki got up and started to carry things back to the kitchen, you and Jackson moved to help her. Jackson recruited his oldest son to help and while Vicki filled the dishwasher the three of you carried dishes from the dining room to her. June and Jake started taking mugs of all shapes, colors, and sizes out of one of the cabinets while Julie checked on some sort of liquid in a crockpot on the counter. After getting a closer look you realized that the liquid was hot chocolate.

“Momma, where are the marshmallows?” Jake bellowed from deep within the pantry. Vicki turned to respond, but was cut off by a manly yelp. “Hey! What was that for?” You looked over your shoulder, closing the dishwasher door. Jake stepped out of the pantry, rubbing at his arm, a pout on his face. You laughed. June sidestepped her brother, shaking a bag of large marshmallows at him.

“They were right in front of you, moron.” Vicki shook her head and rolled her eyes at the childish antics of her two grown children.

“Cut it out you two.” Her tone was exasperated, but turned so sweet when she set her sights on you. “Sweet pea, will you let the others know that the hot chocolate is ready?” You nodded and did as she asked of you. The kids were quick to heed your words, most of them running to the kitchen. You could hear Luke telling them to slow down.

Once everyone had their mugs full of sweet, creamy, spicy, chocolate everyone gathered around the fireplace. Everyone was spread out over the couch and the floor. Vicki took a spot in one of the recliners, leaving the other one empty. The only person that was missing was Thomas. Before you could ask where he was, you heard heavy footsteps coming down the stairs.

Thomas, dressed in a red Santa suit, stood at the foot of the stairs. There was a large green velvet bag that had some sort of goodies in it. While he didn’t have a beard on his face, the twinkle in his eyes definitely reminded you of the jolly big man. All of the kids seemed to enjoy it, even Will.

“Pawpaw!” Sophie squealed out. Claire took the little girl's drink from her before she ran to Thomas. Oliver and Evie were quick to follow her.

“Now, I think before I pass out these presents there is a story we need to read!” Vicki took out a thin, hardback, children’s book. The edges of the dust jacket were wrinkled with age. There was a beautifully illustrated winter scene and the words “Twas the Night Before Christmas” in a curly script across the top. Thomas sat down and took the book from his wife.

Like dutiful little elves the children followed him, sitting in a semi-circle around the recliner. Julie moved from her spot on the couch to join them, turning Lily around in her lap so she could watch. All eyes were on Thomas as he began to read. His soft twang made the old poem sound melodic and in the middle of the reading you found yourself growing sleepy. Jake noticed and pulled you closer to him; so close you were practically in his lap. He leaned in, pressing his mouth near your ear.

“Now don’t go falin’ asleep darlin’.” You rolled your eyes at him, turning your attention back towards Thomas. The inflections and animation he added as he described the physical characteristics of Santa left you in a state of awe like the children. You even giggled along as he patted his stomach and referenced bowls of jelly.

As the story came to a close, Jake was whispering again. This time though, he wasn’t talking to you. Instead, he was saying the last few words of the book along with his father. No one around seemed to notice and if they did they weren’t bothered by it. Your heart melted. You knew that Jake could be like this. He could put the Hangman persona aside and just be Jake, but it was very rare that you got to see that side of him with others around. The Dagger Squad and some of the other friends you had would think he’d been abducted by aliens. Rooster might even say he’d had some sort of reverse lobotomy. As much as you loved this side of Jake, you knew he was only like this when he felt safe. When there wasn’t an ounce of tension in his body. When there was no need to be the strong and perfect Naval Aviator.

You were pulled away from your thoughts by little giggles. Vicki was helping Thomas pass around gifts to the children. Each of them was being handed a set of pajamas. After all of the grandkids got theirs, the Seresin parents began to pass some out to their children and partners. Each set was different from the other, so no one would be matching. Yours were dark navy and white. The pattern was made up of geometric snowflakes.

“I hate this part.” Jake said softly, looking at everyone holding their pajamas. He looked down at his own pair of pants that were a traditional Christmas plaid.

“No you don’t.” You scoffed in unbelief, lifting your hand to his face. Your thumb ran across his jaw. “You love this. You love every single cheesy, traditional detail for any holiday. Stop lying to yourself.” He just laughed and shook his head.

Everyone split up after that. All the children went to Jackson and Claire’s house to stay the night. You went up to take a shower and Jake told you to come back downstairs when you were finished. You didn’t take too long under the hot water, his request kept you curious. When you were finished you slipped on your new pajamas, admiring both the fit and style, and walked back downstairs.

The sight in the living room took you by surprise. The floor was covered in toys of all shapes and sizes. June, Luke, and Matt were working on putting together some sort of robotic toy, while Thomas and Vicki were looking over some instructions. Thomas sat on the couch with Jenni as they filled stockings. Jackson was wheeling a bike in the front door. Julie and Claire must have stayed at Jackson’s with the kids.

“Well, this is just Santa’s workshop, isn’t it?” You commented with a smile. Jake looked up at you and winked. “What can I do?”

“Help me with this box.” Jake said, standing up, brushing imaginary dirt off his hand. He led you to the corner of the room, pointing at the box in question. Just as both of you bent down to pick it up, Vicki laughed. It didn’t take even a second for the others to start laughing. Jake looked at them in question. June pointed at something above your heads. Looking up there was a stuffed frog, in a Christmas hat, hanging from the light. “Mistletoad.” Jake said, as though he were recalling a long forgotten memory. He then looked at you, a smirk on his face. Dimples were on full display. “Pucker up, darlin’”

“Don’t ever say that again.” You said, leaning towards him. You could hear laughter behind you. He pressed his lips to yours and you sighed happily. You couldn’t remember the last time you felt this happy. When you pulled back you bent back down, lifting up one side of the box. “Come on, Santa. We have work to do.”

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midn310 · 1 year

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Make it hurt

Thomas Hewitt x reader

*edited english version*

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It was a hot Saturday afternoon

The 3:00 pm sun was shining brightly, but occasionally the bright light was mercifully blocked by dark, dense clouds. It would rain soon.

Thomas was in charge of cleaning out the Hewitts' neglected old barn. Just one of the many tasks the family gave him to burden him. Luda Mae was back for her shift at the decrepit gas station, Hoyt was probably driving his stolen cruiser around, intimidating unsuspecting teenagers. And Monty was watching reruns of soap operas, as usual.

You were on the porch, brooding in thought as you shamelessly watched Thomas work. But you couldn't look away.

His toned muscles glistened with sweat and grime, his torso, bare to withstand the Texan heat, rising and falling rapidly as he heaved from the exertion. You watched him, his massive, massive body supporting the weight of a giant tire, which then dropped into the rubble pile with a loud thud. The mere thought of Thomas made your body tingle.

You mentally beat yourself up

Do you remember: Thomas and you are enemies

Ever since that day you first met the Hewitts, when they slaughtered your "friends" (who were more like idiotic traveling companions). You, unlike your peers, took advantage of your good manners early on, managing to ingratiate yourself with Luda Mae and sparing your life.

But then there was Thomas.

It was he who first caught your eye while visiting the station.

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You were holding a basket with some produce in it, fanning yourself with your other hand in a fruitless attempt to relieve the heat. Luda Mae watched intently as your rowdy colleagues carelessly grabbed a few items from the sparse shelves. The commotion in the shop seemed to bother the old lady, who regarded them with disdain.

You, a shy and polite young woman, greeted the woman with a sweet smile and placed the remaining items on the counter. Ears burning with embarrassment.

"Sorry about the mess ma'am, I swear we'll clean it up before we leave."

"Are these your friends?" She asked sniffing at the young people at the back of the store.

You considered the question for a few seconds. "No, just college buddies. I needed a ride to Louisiana to do some research work."

She stared at you for a long time. Shit, you struggled to maintain eye contact. She had that strict mother vibe, the look over her round glasses almost made you cringe.

"Well, I'm kind of paying for the ride, so it's not exactly a ride."

She looked at you for a few more seconds and smiled "Well, that explains how a nice young lady like you ended up here with these...children".

"E-er. Yes. Well, where's my education, my name is y/n."

"Luda Mae." She greeted with a grandmotherly smile.

"Ah, sorry to bother you again, but do you have mineral water?"

"Oh yes. We're restocking. I'll have my son bring them over.

"Fine, thanks." You smiled.

"Tommy, dear, bring the crates from the warehouse."

A few moments of silence passed before you heard a distant thump.

Footsteps echoed like an earthquake through the room, and from the back room, a huge man in a stained dress shirt and apron emerged with packages piled high in his strong arms.

Jesus Christ.

The man was built like a tractor.

Luda Mae referred to him as a child, but there was nothing childish about his composition.

You stared at him mesmerized. His unruly dark curls surrounded his strong, masculine face and fell over his massive shoulders. Until he turned to his mother. So you saw it.

There was a dark, thick mask that covered the lower part of his face. It piqued his curiosity and somehow made his figure more attractive and mysterious.

"This here is my son Thomas, he's a sweetheart, he's not very talkative, but he can take care of you just fine anyway. Thomas take care of the lady and her….friends. I need to make a call to your uncle" . She said casting one last look at you.

Your mouth was dry. The man unloaded the merchandise onto the counter, then turned to you, waiting. A few moments passed as you unconsciously studied his face, until he narrowed those blue eyes at you. You chastised yourself for the invasive action and pulled yourself together.

"Oh yes, it's nice to meet you Thomas." You stared at the linoleum floor in embarrassment. He must have misinterpreted your curiosity. You were stuck with his lack of reaction and his intimidating aura.

Yes, a love, for sure.

"I just need one of those mineral water packs…..please," you added nervously.

At a practiced pace, Thomas reached for one of the packages and cradled it for you. The rumble of your colleagues' voices ceased for a moment, until you turned and noticed their glances and whispers directed at the brute of a man at the register.

Thomas seemed to be purposely ignoring them in favor of finishing serving you as soon as possible so you could leave the store soon. But soon one of them, John, spoke up:

"Hey man, what's wrong with your face?"

Shit.

"Is this thing to cover your giant nose or something?" Said another with a shit-eating grin. His girlfriend let out a nasal laugh.

Thomas stiffened but remained silent.

"Come on, you think you're too good to talk to us?"

Crushing silence took over the place.

Thomas had his head down, trying to calmly organize the rest of his shopping into bags.

"Animal". John finished

Thomas clenched his fists. He was holding back, you saw, the fury in his red face obscured by his unruly hair. It was better to step in before something happened.

"Can you stop? What's your problem?"

"Oh come on kitten." John looped his arm around your shoulders. "Don't tell me you're going to side with that thing over us. We're partners, aren't we?" You shuddered with revulsion.

You looked at Thomas wordlessly, he looked into your startled eyes, before lowering his head again.

You were about to answer when someone interrupted.

"Well, what do we have here?"

It was a sheriff, the name "Hoyt" written on his name tag. His smile was sallow and forced as he assessed the young people in front of him.

"Who does that car parked outside belong to?"

"It's mine". Evan spoke up.

"We're taking a college trip, sheriff." Completed John

"Ah, so you can explain that to me." He held out a small package in the air.

"Damn it, Evan." The girl, Cindy, murmured to her boyfriend.

"We don't know how that got in the car, Sheriff." They looked at each other nervously.

"Well, they should know since there's weed all over the damn car." He grunted. "You guys come with me." He sucked his teeth in arrogance.

"Wait, we can't get arrested, yeah....

Hoyt pulled a gun on Evan, interrupting his plea.

"Want me to blow your brains out boy?" Evan shook his head. "Better get going then."

You risked one last guilty look at Thomas before you left, but he was gone. He must have been really upset with you.

You were escorted by Hoyt to your squad car. The discomfort of being crammed into a car like a can of sardines, suffocating you, but no one said a word the entire trip.

But instead of a police station, you were taken to the big house in a deserted area. Hoyt threw you out of the car. Before anyone could protest, the noise of a chainsaw cut through the silence, and suddenly, a tall figure approached the car.

Thomas

The sound of chains cutting through human flesh was disturbing. You watched him brutally murder every one of them. You saw him approaching his helpless figure. And suddenly, darkness.

You remember the dark, dank basement you were kept in for days, you remember recognizing Luda Mae when you were called to join a "family" dinner.

That was it, wasn't it? You were considered part of the family now.

Except for Thomas.

He still had that distrust and recent fondness for you from that day in Luda Mae's little shop.

Speaking of her, another point aroused Thomas' resentment: Luda mentioned how she would like to have a "daughter". So since you were just polite and kind to the family, she saw that role as a perfect fit for you. It didn't help that you were always disciplined and helped Luda with the housework.

A golden girl, she said.

She spoiled you, offered you dresses and treats she got in the store.

Thomas was furious.

How could they believe you so blindly? You were just like those pieces of shit that came with you. The mere mention of his name made him grind his teeth.

Over time you adapted. You learned the family routine and how to communicate with Thomas. You would watch him signing or gesturing to his mother when she asked him something. He had different ways of talking, so you understood.

You tried to approach him several times, but he snubbed you. It was just acting, he thought, you'd hope to gain the family's trust enough to run away and call the police.

You had no right to invade their lives and establish yourself as their preferred daughter. It was his home, his life, his mother.

He hated you, but he couldn't even lay his hands on you like he did the victims he took. The last time he reacted to your gentle advances with rudeness, his mother scolded him and sent him to his room.

What the fuck. He was not a child. He should NOT be treated like a bratty, insolent child. It was your fault.

In the end, you got tired too.

Tired of treating him with kindness and kindness only to be ignored and stepped on. You was tired of getting disapproving looks and snarls when you went out of your way to do something to please him. You got tired of him.

So you matched your behavior to his. Yes, it was childish. But as long as Thomas treated you with disgust and unjust hatred, you would reciprocate in kind.

It became a game between you. You two beings refused to falter around each other and give in to defeat.

Your pride and stubbornness as high as his. Neither of them would back down.

But still, there was something growing, something the two of you denied sharing.

The way Thomas looked fondly at his mother made your heart ache, the diligence he took with his work aroused your admiration, his concern for his family's welfare made you believe he was something more than a brute no compassion. His sassy way when he looked at you defiantly.

But……there was something more carnal as well. A raw and unbridled feeling that built up in you day after day. You stared at his hands and imagined how they would feel on your body, you thought of his huge body on top of your much smaller figure, his cruel and intense blue eyes focused on you with genuine interest. It made your core vibrate.

It was wrong. Outside the terms established between you.

You were upset that, without even trying, Thomas was making you lose.

The only way you've found to ease your thoughts is in your bed at night with your fingers buried in your pussy. It didn't seem like enough, but you'd have to make do. Guilt welled up as your chased your orgasm, trying to think of anything, anything other than Thomas Hewitt, but it was inevitable.

Thomas wasn't any better either. He was confused and outraged by the seething feeling you aroused in him.

He became increasingly interested in your quirks and quirky behaviors. You would be rude to him too, but never the way others have been. The slights from you would never be because of his appearance, he realized.

"Thomas let me out." He pushed you and blocked the door. "I need my things that are in the car, Luda Mae said I could get them." "No". He grunted. "Seriously, Thomas. I'm not running away even if I wanted to. The car won't work since Hoyt screwed it up." He didn't move out of the way. You snorted and suppressed a frustrated cry. The day had been stressful enough, its time of the month had made you more sensitive and emotional. You weren't going to cry, were you?

"Damn, Thomas, you're so…"

He raised his eyebrows daring you to continue. So what? Ugly? A disgusting, scary monster? He wanted you to say, wanted you to get past that barrier so he would have a reason to…

"Irritating". You completed with a sigh. You give up your quest and turn upstairs, leaving Thomas standing in the doorway.

Sometimes he would catch himself looking at you, immediately condemning himself for the act. He would watch your face closely when you were distracted or focused on some task, your pleasant smile directed at someone other than him. He would stare at your tiny little hands getting all over the cutlery during dinner, imagining how they would feel wrapped up in something else…

Fuck. It was too much.

Often he would have to retreat from the same room you were in just to hide his growing erection. Making you imagine it was just a reaction to the revulsion he felt for you, something you were used to, but it still hurt.

Constantly he would have to seclude himself in his room, hand wrapped around his cock, masturbating at a frantic pace until the only thing on his mind was the post-orgasm haze.

In the end, the two of you carried so much guilt around that you couldn't even face each other for days.

You weren't aware of the effect you had on each other. For you Thomas still hated you with a passion, for Thomas you couldn't even bear to spare a look at his face like you did before.

Little did you know that the two lost.

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You took one last peek at Thomas before stepping off the porch, heading straight into the kitchen to pour yourself two glasses of juice.

You left the house, heading towards the barn. You approached him and when you spotted Thomas and considered him for a moment.

His heavy breathing revealed how much the accumulated work of the day had exhausted him. The barn wasn't even partially empty, he wasn't going to be finished anytime soon.

You felt that twinge of pity rising in your chest. Thomas worked like a workhorse and wasn't even recognized for it.

An idea came to you.

Come on y/n, erase that thought, you're like arch enemies. You shouldn't even have come to talk to him in the first plac-

"Here". You understood one of the glasses to Thomas, who turned to you and, with a brief moment of reluctance, accepted your offering.

"It's not poisoned, if that's what you're thinking"

He growled and fixed his eyes on you just in case.

"Come on big guy, don't I get a thank you?"

He snorted again with disdain, then gulped down the cold drink greedily. You greedily watched his Adam's apple bob with every sip he took. A treacherous drop trickled down his chin, leaving a wet trail in its wake.

He was so sweaty. A few damp curls swayed heavily while others clung to his forehead and all over his warm skin. His fingers itched to pull his hair out of his face. Would he let you pull your hair back and tie it up?

Obviously not, behave y/n!

Thomas sighed with contentment and relief. But then he noticed your thoughtful expression and your eyes fixed on his face. He glared back and soon you tried to disguise the situation with a petulant look.

It was even funny. That audacious look of yours didn't suit you, your tiny size reminded him of an enraged kitten. You constantly battled your own shyness just to challenge him. Cute.

"Aren't you finished yet?"

"What do you think?"He gestured.

"Well, it would be good to finish soon." Damn, you couldn't just say what you wanted, could you?

He narrowed his eyes at you.

"Come on, I just came to offer help, don't be so proud."

He snorted in mockery.

"Look, two people are better than one at speeding up the work. I'm just trying to take a load off your ass."

"Why?"He raised one of his eyebrows in question.

"Well, because.... It's going to rain soon and Hoyt would hate to see those things soaked through when he gets back. And you know he's a pain in the ass with everyone when he gets mad."

You've always been terrible at making excuses.

He didn't insist though, just crossed his arms and shook his head.

"No?". You kind of already expected this answer. "Okay. But who said I asked your permission?"

You set the glass aside on a closer surface and brushed past Thomas before he reacted.

You started by selecting a few pieces and soon you were removing some items from the barn. Thomas sighed impatiently, knowing it was no use pushing someone as stubborn as you. So, with your help, he began to collect the materials and select those that would be stored in a shed, safe from water.

2 more hours of work and that's it. The barn was nearly empty except for a few bales of hay and a rake, which would remain in place. He had to admit, your help saved a good deal of effort and a few extra hours of work.

But of course he wouldn't admit it to you.

You.

He hasn't heard a word from you since you started on your mission to help him.

He walked back to the barn, eyes scanning around.

Until he felt your small figure hit his bare chest.

You blushed and tried to frown

"What's your problem, you didn't see me here?"

He tried to retort with a tease (something about your small stature), but soon noticed your red face and labored breathing. You were overheating, but it wasn't from the heat.

He did not understand. Thomas pulled you by the arm and made you sit on the hay ignoring your protests. Quickly he went to the mansion in search of water, returning in a minute with a full glass of liquid and delivering it in your hand.

"Hu-m thanks". You drink the contents of the glass, totally self-conscious under Thomas' intense gaze.

You finish your drink and soon an uncomfortable silence settles between you. And now?

"I told you it was better to have accepted my help from the beginning." You change the subject.

He ignores your comment, realizing that you're probably fine again.

"A thank you would be appreciated"

He grunts in disagreement rolling his eyes.

"Why do you have to be like this?" You sigh, "Can't you be nice even once?."

He shoots you a scathing look.

"I'm just saying, you should try to at least be gratefu-"

He doesn't give you a chance to finish before he approaches you, pulls you and pushes you hard against a wall.

Ouch!

He used only one of his giant hands to hold both your wrists together above your head.

Now his face is inches from yours, his hot breath making you cringe. Cerulean blues staring deep into theirs with unbridled fury.

He's asking you a question, you see.

"Who should I thank? You?".

"What the fuck is your problem, Thomas?"

The grip on your hand tightened and you writhed in pain. Your wrists would be bruised tomorrow for sure.

His patience was at an end. You, little minx, would get what you deserve.

He squeezes your throat tightly, squeezing most of the air out of your lungs.

Is this where you die?

Would you die in an old barn on some off-the-map property, at the hand of the only man you ever loved in your entire life, the one who always hated you in return for your kindnesses?

Whatever, but you're not going to die without telling the truth, without throwing it all in his goddamn face. You wanted it to hurt him like it hurt you, you wanted him to toss and turn at night thinking about how he ended the life of the only person, besides his family, who showed him compassion in life, that he had a chance to be loved, but threw it all away.

Well fuck it, here it goes

"I tried Thomas." you suffocated

"You know I tried. I-I, ?I tried to be nice to everyone, even f-for you-u." He dares you to keep going, even as his grip tightens on your windpipe.

“I've tried, hu-ghh, t-tried to get his attention, ever since I met you. He's in shock. The tightness in your throat eases and you suck in a breath.

"But you... You cough. "You hurt me the whole time." Damn it, why did you have to start crying so easily? You hated that he was watching you break down.

You were weak, weak and pathetic.

"It's no use trying to be nice to you when you act like a jerk to me, I hate that I still try to help you because I still have feelings for you, I hate the fact that you're always trying to make me unhappy when all I feel for you is admiration". He was staring at you mortified, but you're not done yet.

"I hate having to put up with this damn feeling I feel when all I wanted was to hate you completely. I don't want to feel so confused. I don't want to feel attracted to you. But I do." You sob.

"I don't want to still have to wish you around when you're just mean to me. I hate myself even more for imagining you in my bed at night. But fuck you, because you were never there."

You couldn't just shut up, the turmoil of things inside you making it all come out all at once.

"So if you want Thomas, you can kill me now, it would do me a favor t-

The brutal kiss interrupts you. Needy and hungry tongue invading your mouth aggressively. You mind's confusion and surprise melts into a puddle. You do not understand.

The reality of the situation slowly dawning on you.

You recover from the momentary shock. You successfully try to keep pace with Thomas with the mask on the way, but he is the one who dominates the kiss.

Soon the oxygen disappears from your lungs, forcing you to separate. Lips swollen and wet with need.

Thomas's hungry gaze on you is almost animalistic. A wolf staring at its prey. And you're just a little bunny about to be eaten.

Your dress is the first to come off, buttons and seams straining in Thomas's rush to undress you. Your bra is pulled down carelessly by one of his hands. He looks away from your newly exposed breasts, one of your nipples is quickly taken by his mouth, sucking with will and sloppiness. The other neglected breast is massaged by his free hand, drawing a wave of sighs from you, encouraging him to continue his ministrations.

Your knees were weak and Thomas, observant as ever, guided you back to one of the haystacks beside you.

He spread your legs and pressed himself against you, coming into heat against your clothed pussy. His hands moved forward, but he held back and kept them there, hovering over your panties. He looked at you in question.

You waved as you whined

"Please Tommy, fuck me. You moaned

That was the last straw for Thomas. Impatience got the better of him, so he grabbed the waistband of your panties with both hands and ripped them, throwing them somewhere in the barn. The sick sting in your skin reminded you who was on top of you.

A beast of a man, a brute, whose strength excited you enough to make the insides of your thighs wet.

Now stark naked, every inch of skin was vulnerable to Thomas's ravenous gaze. The rare shyness you had around him was back in full force, making you close your legs to hide.

But he wouldn't have that.

He grabbed both your knees and forced them open, revealing your wet pussy to him.

The sight made his cock so hard it hurt. He wanted to know how it would fit, you were so small compared to him. The fit would be too tight perhaps.

But he wanted to taste you first, suck the essence of your pussy like he always fantasized about when he was alone.

He remembered something, then nervously gestured to your eyes.

Was he going to take off his mask?

"Please, Tommy, let me see you, please".

He hesitated.

It was too delicate for him.

Regret overwhelmed you and you felt you were asking too much. "Fine, I won't force you if you don't want to." You gave him an understandable look.

Not.

It was the bare minimum.

You were always so good. It was the least he could do for you after everything he put you through.

He grabbed the mask strings behind his head and pulled.

And by god.

It was the most beautiful face you've ever seen. The strong jaw, the scars scattered across his skin, red and full lips, thick eyebrows that seemed to be permanently furrowed, the deteriorated nose, pale cheeks contrasting with the sun-bleached forehead.

He looks nervously at you, waiting for your reaction. When he seems to have no answer he decides enough is enough, his eyes disappointed, like that day at Luda's shop......

He was ready to get up and go, but you stop Thomas. You cup his face and pull the sweaty hair off his forehead.

"Idiot. You had no right to hide such a beautiful face from me."

He blushes. It's the first time you've seen him so vulnerable. And he's so cute when he's embarrassed.

He plants a kiss on your hands, before remembering what he was doing earlier.

His face moves closer until it's just inches from your sodden pussy, studying with curiosity and excitement every slippery patch of pink flesh that only he has the right to look at.

Just him.

You were his from the start, you were always his. Emotion consumed his chest and soon his eager mouth was on you and he moaned at the taste. You groan at the unfamiliar sensation, all blood rushing south.

Thomas' lack of practice was made up for by his enthusiasm. His heated tongue ran up and down you slit, as if he was curious to learn but he didn't know where to start. His jagged teeth nudging you added a twinge of pleasure, his tongue briefly circled your clit and you moaned.

Thomas seemed to notice, because a moment later he began to press his tongue harder on the area, full lips closed around the bud and sucked.

"Fu-uuck". Shit, that felt so good. "T-Tho-mas, use your fingers." You moan.

He ponders. You grab Thomas's hand and hold one of his fingers against your entrance. "Like this, right here."

You guide his finger inside your tight pussy. The feel of your walls squeezing his finger made him wonder what his cock would feel like inside you.

You moaned. Damn the feel of his big finger is good enough to put your tiny little ones to shame.

Thomas began pulling his finger back and forth, testing its limits. He sucks you while pumping his finger at an increasing pace. You sigh.

Her hips shook with pleasure. Thomas put an arm across your stomach, holding you firmly in place. He gave you just one look: "be quiet".

The heat in your core only increased.

At that moment he was a starving man trying to enjoy his feast. No one would stop him, not even you.

His mouth is immediately back on your pussy, sucking wildly, as if the nectar of your arousal is nirvana on Earth.

"Thomas!"

He suckles on your pussy as if he can't get enough to drink, as if he wants to swallow you all at once, consume you whole and yet he won't get enough of you. you see stars dancing in your head as your orgasm approaches faster and faster. You cover your mouth with one hand to contain your moaning, your other hand grips his hair, the long, greasy strands between your fingers pulled hard, making Thomas moan.

With a loud moan, you come hard. Your vision turns white. You throb around Thomas's finger, convulsing as you tries to withstand the heavy orgasm that hits you.

You groan from overstimulation and try to warn Thomas.

"Thommy, not anymore. I can't." you tried to pull his head away from you.

Despite his desperate pleas, he doesn't stop. He vigorously sucks on your swollen pussy, trying to get more and more of your honey.

He adds one more finger and pumps hard. His sling circles all he can reach of your throbbing pussy.

Soon you are close to cumming again. You lifts your head back, eyes narrowed and mouth open in searing pleasure.

You come with a squirt all over Thomas's mouth, his face, his dripping hand.

He happily licks his sweet prize.

You're finished, bare skin coated in a fine sheen of sweat. And he's not even done with you yet.

He stood up and faced your boneless form. You were like a goddess under him, rosy cheeks, disheveled hair, heaving chest. It was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

You were barely recovering and already wanted more, you pulled the waist of his pants down in weak movements, in an attempt to encourage him to take them off. Thomas got the message, and soon he was stripping off the last few pieces of clothing, freeing his heavy cock from its restraints.

you choked

His dick was thick, huge. A few veins stood out along its absurd length. The purple head drooled a drop of pre-cum. He was hard, swollen and angry.

You played. Your hand wrapped around his length. Fuck, your fingers couldn't even touch, the girth too big to fit in his fist. You had to wrap both hands around it to make up for the lack of space. Thomas moaned at your touch, thrusting his hips into your hands.

Thomas wanted to fuck you, he wanted to deflower your pussy until you screamed and screamed in pleasure, moaning his name so everyone could hear who you belonged to.

He broke away from your touch and gently pushed you so that you were left. Thomas positioned himself between your legs and brought his cock closer to your dripping slit, wetting it with his arousal.

He would tear you apart. Your flower untouched by another man, she didn't have the training or experience to bear it.

As soon as he managed to find your little orifice, you stopped him. He looked at you expectantly, eyes hazy with dark pleasure.

"Er-m Thomas I-I never d-did that I want it so bad, but I don't know if I can… you know, you're so big and and I…” You stammered quickly.

He pales. So you never… he thought that…

Were you… virgin?

He hadn't been with anyone else either, he knew sex only from Hoyt and the bullshit he spouted about the female victims that passed through the property, the filthy magazines he forced Thomas to look at. The things he saw on the internet, on a victim's cell phone that he stole and learned to use by himself.

Other than that, he had never had sexual contact with anyone. He has never been attracted to anyone but you and no one would ever feel that way for him.

Nobody wanted to touch a freak, a disfigured monster.

But you? You were beautiful in his eyes, a muse, an immaculate and perfect goddess that only the most worthy should look up to. Not him. You should have several men chasing after your attention.

But he was the one you chose, the one who would mark you and taste you first.

You were a rare creature, an innocent soul he would gladly take.

And your delicious pussy saved just for him...

His eyes darkened with desire and unbridled need. He had to hold back. You needed him to be careful.

He soothed you, cupped your chin and lifted your sheepish gaze back to him. His eyes were like a blue, black ocean, the pupil covering most of the iris. He was trying to put self control over his desire. He would be careful for you

He needed self control not to hurt you. Despite the urgency to be inside you killing it.

He looked at you fondly. A soft smile on his face.

"Don't worry"

You sighed and shook your head.

"It's okay, I trust you"

He nodded gratefully.

Thomas forced the head of his cock into your entrance, pushing in slowly, stopping occasionally to let you recover.

Gradually more than half of its length entered your pussy. He wanted to maintain control. But it was so much to bear.

Your pussy was so, so tight. He felt like he was going to come just from the feel of the resistance of your velvety walls around him.

You took gulps of air in an attempt to keep your heart rate steady. He wasn't even fully inside and you were already feeling overwhelmed, having to stretch your thighs to the fullest to support his waist circumference. As soon as you adjusted, that spark of courage appeared."

"Thomas, move please."

You didn't have to ask twice.

His languid rhythm against you allowed you to adjust to the pain, which was soon replaced by rising pleasure. He sped up. The cock deeper and deeper, until he was buried in you. Hips pressed against yours. He licked the seam of your neck and sucked on a small area that made you tingle, the pleasure of it adding more heat to your burning body.

The cream of your pussy eased the slide of his cock into your pussy. Thomas was hitting you with speed. He looked down at your face contorted with pleasure and stained with tears. His cock throbbed.

"Faster, Tommy. More, more, more". You cried deliriously.

The pace he set was brutal. You grabbed him, ankles dug into his back, hand behind his head, face buried in his neck. He fucked you mercilessly. You screamed as loud as a cheap porn star. If it weren't for the rain that was already pouring down outside, Monty would certainly have heard you.

Fat tears spilled down your heated cheeks.

He growled muffled sounds in your ear.

His moans of pleasure mingled with yours. A symphony the two of you shared in each other's ears.

"This whole time you wanted to fuck me big man, hmm?" You moaned in his ear. "Wanna ram that thick cock into my pussy until I couldn't walk?

Shit... Did you know how to talk dirty? The polite, innocent girl Luda Mae bragged about? If she heard those words coming out of your pretty little mouth…. Oh no, she would have a fit.

He moans. He would fuck you like the whore you are. You sassy, y/n.

He puts out full power. His hips were like pistons, unbridled and powerful.

You saw stars, before you felt your third orgasm approaching. He didn't stop, the sensation of your pussy chewing was too much for him. He felt like he was going to come any minute.

He put his mouth over your ear and growled.

"MINE!" Your eyes widened. You had never heard him speak, and now he was saying it. Only for you.

You felt the coil tighten. In a desperate act, you bit the crook of Thomas's neck. He moaned hard. Fuck you were going to cum all over his cock.

His thick, rumbling voice rumbled like an earthquake in his chest: "CUM, Y/N!".

With one last heated look from Thomas, you came.

Your climax hit like a train. Your eyes rolled back behind your lids, head thrown back in ecstasy.

Your orgasm ripped Thomas's. Pussy milking him fervently. Thick ropes of cum shooting inside you in absurd amounts that couldn't fit inside and overflowed with every thrust. His hips stuttered on his last thrusts. Until he landed on top of you, your forearms braced to keep from throwing all of his body weight into your smaller form.

You stayed there, enjoying each other's warmth and the pleasant post-sex haze.

Minutes passed and soon you broke the silence

"Sorry"

He looked up. What were you apologizing for?

"I shouldn't have been so reckless, I should have said something that day at the station. I should have defended you from those idiots, but I acted like a coward."

You weren't to blame for anything, the only one who should be apologizing and begging for your forgiveness was him.

He looked at you with determination

"Not- you"he tried again

"I'm s-orry, y/n". I was mean, not you." He said with watery eyes. You rated him, did it hurt to talk? He was torturing himself just to apologize to you.

"Thomas, stop". He looked at you with regret. Sad, guilty eyes staring into yours reluctantly.

"What happened doesn't matter now, okay? You messed up, I messed up, we were two idiots fighting over something useless. The only thing I want right now is for you and me to try to get to know each other, okay. I want to touch you and be able to talk to you you without all that rancor. I want you to touch me and be closer to me, don't run away like you used to. I want to be friends before anything. I want to be your girlfriend, lover, whatever you want. If you want wants."

He considered you for a moment, his expression one of pure surprise and delight. He nodded in affirmation.

Yes, y/n! He would be everything you asked for. He didn't want to love you in secret anymore, he wanted to be able to touch your face, your hair, he wanted to wake up and find you in his bed with messy hair and sleepy eyes. He wanted to have those soft teasing moments, wanted to be able to openly watch your smile without having to watch you from a distance, wanted to sweep you in his arms and kiss you…..

Yes, yes and yes.

He wanted to make up for that pang of guilt by suffering for all the times he hurt you. He would try to compensate with every gesture of love he could give you. He would give his life for you.

You smiled and pecked all over his face, the forehead, the eyelids, the scarred cheeks, the damaged nose, and finally his mouth. He held your face in this position and stole your lips in a slow and deep kiss.

You broke away and rested your forehead against his with a happy sigh.

But then you felt the dry straw of hay prickling your back uncomfortably.

"So. How about a run home in the rain? His head shook in denial."

"Well, I was going to say that you could take a shower together when we get there, but if you don't want…"

He lifted his head and opened his eyes. You looked at him boldly.

Naughty girl.

He gave you a peck.

"Oh, so that's a yes?" He chuckled, but nodded, matching your amusement.

"I love you Thomas"

He touched your lower lip with his thumb, kissed your cheek and whispered into the shell of your ear.

"I love you too Y/N"

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This is my first story, so I don't know if it will be good. Too many words here, sorry I got carried away 👉👈

Sorry for any spelling errors, I'm from another country so English is not my native language.

#thomas hewitt x reader #Smut #Lemon #enemies to lovers #long reads

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