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Until Death My Love

Part 3.

Yandere Husband X Wife Reader

Warning : violence, gore , mention of corpses, blood , guns and ciggarette.

Very long story, might have bad grammar,correct me if there are any mistakes in the words in the story I wrote.I hope you all enjoys my story . Last Chapter will came out, so stay always love.- Neva 🦋🦋

Word Count Around : 1593 Word

Story Part 1 : Until Death My Love

Story Part 2 : Until Death My Love

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Still at basement you only with yourself choose something that might make yourself regret.

However, your heart and mind are at odds which ends up you standing in front of the white door.

Swallowing your saliva roughly, you open the door slowly, the door opens and creates a sound that really disturbs your soul.

A foul odor can be smelled in your breath, this smell you are not sure what smell is even more smelly than a dead animal?.

The room was dimly lit yellow, when you entered the room, the walls of the room were decorated with many photos of yourself, from photos of yourself at school, at your house before you married Alex, and photos of yourself sleeping.

You were very shocked to see what you had just seen, covering your mouth and walking backwards only to feel a collision with an object hanging from the ceiling of the house platform.

Turning your body, you screamed softly looking in disbelief, falling slowly and retreating in fear behind the table that you accidentally hit.

There were 2 familiar faces that you often met, 1 was the gardener who always greeted you in the morning when you walked leisurely to breathe the fresh morning air.

The man, hanging upside down with a lot of blood dripping on his body, with his mouth agape and eyes bulging with wide fear.

You always believed that the garden man quit his job because he wanted to get married as Alex told you, only to see the man already died miserably there.

Then there was another man whose condition was even worse than the garden man, he was the driver who always took you to and from wherever you went somewhere.

You always knew that this man tried to flirt with you every time you went out, until because you couldn't stand it, you told Alex about your worries, Alex only responded with a smile and patted your head gently and said he would transfer the driver to another job.

You always believed Alex's words, but you didn't know that .... the man didn't change jobs but died.

Because you couldn't stand what you saw anymore, you ran out of the room, closed the door roughly, ran with all your soul while carrying the broom that you always held.

You even almost fell when climbing the stairs, when you reached the surface, you closed the wooden door roughly and put the carpet in the opposite direction.

With a strong push while trying to catch your breath, you close the bookshelf, and miraculously, the previously bent lamp returns to its original position.

Bringing the cleaning tools, you unlocked Alex's room, then you went out and ran fast towards your room leaving the cleaning tools in the hallway outside Alex's office.

Opening the door roughly, you entered your room and Alex's, there you saw your maid, Roana cleaning the bedroom window.

With a gasp you fell to your knees on the floor, Roana who was shocked stopped cleaning the window and approached you and asked if you were okay?

You who were too scared and nauseous just ignored it and Roana who was silent as if the woman knew what had just happened to you.

"Lady , did ... did you see that room?"

Very quickly you looked at Roana while glaring in surprise, while the woman, she just sighed and spoke tremblingly.

"Lady, you have to get away from Mr. Alex, he will kill you once he finds out that you entered the room."

With a slow shudder you just shook your head not sure about the plan.

Roana just took you to sit on the nearest chair and said something you never knew.

Roana said that Alex, the man you love, your husband, is a mafia from the underworld mafia association, a very scary power under Alex's leadership.

At first you tried to deny it but Roana said that this was the truth, Alex your husband, is a Mafia from the biggest mafia family in the underworld, the Hungry Lion, Arceint.

Roana tremblingly said that anyone who dares to enter Alex's secret room, whoever it is even including his wife, namely you, will die at his hands.

Roana only thought that you had read the important documents stored there, Roana didn't know that you saw something even worse than a document.

Panickingly you asked what you should do. Roana only said you have to leave this residence, just take important things like money and identity cards, leave your cellphone and clothes.

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That night, exactly the 2nd day has arrived after Alex went on his business trip for 5 days, you went away from the residence where you made love with Alex for 2 years.

Accompanied by Roana, the woman sympathized with you, married to a mafia who faked his identity and was not allowed to work and do this and that seemed to be just a display wife, Roana felt that your life was very sad and she tried to help you leave.

"Lady, promise me you won't look back okay? You have to live happily".

That night by taking a taxi you left your house and Alex.

But unfortunately you didn't know that, that night was the last time you saw Roana alive.

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The best quality leather shoes had just come out and touched the row of steps of a private jet.

Alexandrovic reigent had just arrived at the airport, the man couldn't wait to meet his wife again, his wife who was so cute, weak and also he loved very much was waiting for him at home.

Alex couldn't wait to kiss you, hug you and eat you until you couldn't think anymore and only thought about him and him alone.

Humming softly, he entered the black sedan and drove towards the house.

With the sight of a large pitch black gate decorated with a lion statue on each gate, the black sedan entered the residence.

Coming out with a happy look, Alex walked with steady steps where all the servants and guards bowed respectfully at Alex's return from his work.

This was beyond expectations, they thought that Alex would return on the 5th day, but not even the 5th day Alex had returned.

Entering the house, Alex realized your absence. Walking slowly towards the room, while smiling a little, thinking that you were his little wife was sleeping, only to see that it was empty.

Searching all over the house, Alex still couldn't find you.

There was only 1 room that he hadn't explored, his study, entering his study, the place was clean and tidy, Alex guessed that you cleaned the room.

With steady steps, Alex looked around and towards the bookshelf hoping to find you there, but unfortunately not.

Until something made Alex stop walking, a purple flower hair clip plated with gold fell right between the basement doors that he hid from you.

Kneeling slowly and picking up the hair clip, very quickly, Alex pulled the lever that was disguised as a light and roughly opened the cupboard shelf only to find a black carpet that was used to cover the wooden door on the floor in an upside down position.

With a stifled annoyance Alex could tell that you had seen the room that was the ground, including the white door.

With quick steps alex shouted angrily and called all the servants and also the house guards

"I pay you to work serving and prevent my wife from knowing about that room"

With his hand pointing up alex fired a gun in the air making the servants scared and the guards could only be silent.

"But look at what you all did, you are incompetent and unable to protect my wife by letting her leave this residence ?!"

"Do you still want to live?"

With great anger alex fired his shot towards one of the guards who bowed towards him, the poor man fell to the floor covered in blood.

"Come forward .... I know that one of you is helping my wife, come forward or I will speed up your deaths"

With the gun pointed at all of them, the servants panicked as did the guards.

Roana who felt this was her fault for asking you to leave the residence could only surrender and move forward.

Only to get a kick in the stomach.

"You, a country woman, dare to make my precious thing disappear? I think you really want to die, right? Then I will make your dream come true"

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That night, the reigent residence was accompanied by the sound of thunder and thundering rain, decorating the atmosphere of the house with the screams of a woman begging for mercy and also the sound of a gun.

That night was a night of hell for Roana, the servant who always faithfully served you.

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A tall man with black hair standing in his room study, facing out the large French window, accompanied by the sound of thunder and rain.

Alex, the man smoked nicotine in a peaceful state, but with a different heart.

With a soft voice and his crazy psychotic smile, Alex spoke

"Run my dear, run, hide, don't stop hiding, until when I catch you, don't expect to ask for forgiveness from me, my dear wife, because I, Alexandrovic Reigent Arceint will never let go of what is already mine"

Accompanied by the sound of thunder, Alex laughed psychotically with his hand holding a cigar. While imagining what punishment would be suitable for his little wife who was busy running away from her husband.

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unexpected evening - chapter i [ next. ]

thomas shelby x gender neutral reader | specified anatomy

18+ characters / scenarios - minors dni

tags / warnings ; intoxication, spanking, grinding, pleasure denial, thomas shelby being a bitch, smoking, masturbation, facial, cumplay if u squint, explicit consent, power imbalance

summary ; the shelby's and your family have worked together for quite some time. when your mother made a bold move against the lead shelby brother, you took to going to apologize personally.

work count ; 6.3k

a / n ; been working on this for a loong time, please enjoy !!

     Your name wasn't something that spurred an immediate taste on Thomas' tongue, his eyes set forward on the wall before him. With a slight clench of his jaw, he sucked back a sharp inhale between his teeth, fingers tapping the armrest of his office chair before standing. The Shelby's and your family of course had gotten on as time passed - Yet the woman; What was her name? Thomas clicked his tongue, eyes lulling over his empty office, smoke hazing the air around him and the light of the street lamps sweltering though the window. Rain gently patted onto the smudged glass, thunder snarling a few miles away. Whatever her name was -  She got too bold, sensitive threats as they sat across from each other in the Garison - She swirled her whiskey, ice clinking against the glass as she spoke through red painted lips. Something about wanting to work with him during the races; Thomas was drunk. All he could really remember was the roll of the barrel of her pistol before she set it onto the table. An offer - A challenge. With a shift of his jaw the irish man stubbed his ciggarette, muttering quietly to himself as he turned on his heel. A knock at the doorframe caused his breath to hitch slightly, eyes moving to gaze at you. He'd seen you at a few estate parties, a race here and there; Yet he wondered if you had any say in the vague testimony the mysterious woman produced only hours prior - The more he looked at you, the more you resembled her.

     "Here again?" He began, clearing his throat with a sharp sigh. "Quite late to come by for a bet,"

     A tinge of anxiety rose in the back of your mind as his low voice slid through the air between you. Perhaps you had gotten too bold, too overconfident in your attempts to get Thomas Shelby's attention. The last time you had even spoken had been months ago— and that was only when you'd met Thomas at one of the Garrison's celebrations, introduced by your mother. The dots seemed to come together as his eyebrow twitched upwards slightly; You were her child. Of course.

     "Avoiding the crowd; Heard detectives were prowling around recently."

     "No crowd,''

     Thomas pulled the small curtain with his index finger, peering slightly into the night streets - There were the average stragglers, children running barefoot in the rain while Jeremiah preached aimlessly. With a slight shake of his head, his eyes returned to yours. His coat hung over the back of his office chair, his waistcoat unbuttoned and first few buttons of his collared shirt undone; The smell of whiskey was thick in the air, clashing with the smoke as the gentle thud of Thomas's shined shoes tapped against the creaking floor. As he padded towards you, his hand moved to grab a glass from his desk, eyes unmoving as he drank the rest of the amber liquor with ease. With a sharp inhale through his teeth, his cleared his throat again, setting the glass down as he raked his fingers through his damp hair. He had been out in the rain, drops still rolling down his jaw and spots scattered on his shirt. It was a hard night, and the idea of putting his feet up seemed to always be diminished. No breaks, not for a Shelby.

     "What do you know about detectives, aye?"

     Thomas asked, expression nearly vacant as his low drawn out tone caught the air, squeezing the truth from it. After his voice wrung the oxygen of the room, his eyebrows furrowed briefly, chin tilting up slightly. The words hung in the air, swaying back and forth like a pendulum as Thomas cocked his head - His eyes moved away from you, raising a brow and parting his lips.

     "...I came to apologize for my mothers behavior."

     "Doesn't matter." The words were dismissive, shaking his head and blinking away any sign or glint that might have hinted otherwise. It was clear he had struggled with losing Grace, drowning himself in paperwork and expensive liquor; The walls weren't exactly thin, but they didn't have to be. Not with the way Thomas chose to take his stress out on women. With a grunt, he sat back down in his seat, casually pulling a small silver container. As he flipped it open, he cast another glance towards you.

     "Things like that happen - Just business."

     As Thomas brought a ciggarette to his lips, he brought his elbows forward to lean against the desk with an audible creak. He wasn't in the mood to talk about work, yet as he struck the match and held it under the tip of the ciggarette, his mind waded back to the Garison. Evangeline. Thomas waved the match in his hand, flame fizzling out before he dropped it onto the desk.

     "Your mother," He began, sighing out a breath of smoke as he straighted his posture. "Is quite the bold woman." Thomas's attention dipped to the chair in front of the desk, nodding towards it with a quiet hum.

     "Yes. She means well, even if it doesn't exactly come off that way," You spoke, trailing off and holding yourself straight even as you felt Thomas's gaze on you. You couldn't deny that he was right— Your mother was a bold woman. Bold to the point of stupidity. You had long since given up on your mother's schemes or dreams; Thomas was right—they were just business, nothing more, nothing less.

     "Can I get you something to drink?"

     "I wouldn't know what to choose," Your eyes slid hesitantly toward the small cart, littered with bottles of expensive liquor. "Can I smell them?"

     "If you want to burn your nose, have at it."

     The words came in a murmur, both hands wiping over his face before he gave a slow exhale - His eyes cast over his shoulder, glancing towards the files. It was nothing more than an instinctive move, his gaze darting around the area whenever another person joined the room.

     The first bottle met Thomas' words, ringing them true as the alcohol burned angrily into your nostrils. The undertone was harsh, like cologne and chemicals; It fit Thomas quite well, something he would drink after working on his car or freshly rolling cigarettes. It was the fullest of the three, perhaps saved for special occasions.

     The second wasn't as strong, cinnamon and gasoline clashed together in waves of blood searing warmth. The bottle felt heavier than the first one despite looking similar - The glass was pristine, ghosts of finger prints wrapping over it.

     The third was the strongest, casting searing blades of scents and fierce aromas violently sinking into your senses. It smelled like oil, something that'd be scraped off a persons shoe before entering someone's home. Your hand outstretched to the least toxic smelling one, the second bottle set gingerly on Thomas' desk.

     Thomas gave a slow chuckle, deep and drawn out as his large hand wrapped over the second bottle. It was fine choice, an aged rum that stumbled down the throat in a rough tingling path. He slid a small glass from the corner of his desk, skillfully pouring two fingers of the rum before leaning back, bottle still in hand. The moment was silent, yet the typical tense nature of meetings seemed to soften at the swmming warm feeling of the liquor hazing Thomas' understanding the situation. He wasn't drunk, but the tipsy feeling caused his lips to move without consulting his mind first, voice rolling out in a sharp question as his eyes moved to the desk once more. You accepted the glass with a slight nod, taking a seat across from the other as you looked at the liquor with an unsure expression. Hesitantly, you took a sip - It was hard to swallow once the flavor lashed at your mouth, assaulting your throat with a heinous burn. You kept your urge to cough at bay, silence meeting you both.

     "Do you want to fuck?"

     The tone of the question didn't carry the nature of the words properly. How his heavy lidded eyes seemed to scrape over the paperwork with a distinct sense of annoyance, before lulling back toward you with a glint of something far off - Something oddly lazy in how he leaned himself back so casually in the chair, tongue meeting the bottle before his lips wrapped over it, tossing a fair swing back before setting it down hard onto the table with a hard thump. He gritted his teeth, jaw tilting upwards as the fierce liquor slid down his throat in a weighted mass, ravaging every inch of skin in it's way. His ring clad hand slid over his desk, index finger pulling the container of ciggarettes closer towards him before going to pick one delicately from the case. As he perched it between his lips, his other hand had already clutched a small box of matches. He struck one, eyes everlasting on you with an observatory gaze while he lit the ciggarette, smoke billowing from between his parted lips as he pulled a deep inhale.

     "Because, if you do," He began, sighing the smoke from his nostrils. "It would complicate a few things." Despite his rumbled words, it seemed he had no care of what complications would come.

     The smoke drifting into your nostrils was not as unpleasant as you might have thought. As your eyes adjusted to the faint light of the dimly lit office, you took a tentative breath in your seat, letting the scent of the room fill your lungs. Thomas Shelby, the man who had spent his time in the shadows of the law with a foot in the legitimate business world, his eyes trained on you with an observant, yet bored look, waiting for your response.

     "Im not sure if you'd want to," You spoke with an attempt to match his cold confidence. There was a twining heat within you, an undercurrent of longing despite your slight decline to dissect the question given."It would make all this quite messy, I must admit."

     "No," Thomas began with a low sigh, adjusting his posture while pulling the ciggarette from between his lips, spurring the smoke to flow from his nostrils. His voice was sharp, steadied as his gaze flickered towards you with an intent lift of his stubbled jaw.

     "I didn't ask if I wanted to fuck you - I asked if you wanted me to fuck you. Two different things entirely."

     The words were almost a - Snide correction? A type of teasing playfulness meant to belittle someone for answering incorrectly. It seemed the man was awfully familar with speaking to people like this; But much less familiar when receiving an answer he didn't... Not like? That wouldn't be right. If you didn't want to have sex with him, so be it. It'd be far less complicated to just splay the options out, deal the cards and letting them fall how they may. It made things easier, he supposed. Though he couldn't deny the prospect of taking you sent an odd shudder of pleasureable revenge down his spine. With a clench of his jaw, his eyes flicker between your eyes, as if the flashing images of you didn't begin to make his head spin ever so slightly. But, when you shifted the topic, he took the hint at face value. That wouldn't stop his racing mind sending blood coursing to places rather unholy - He was decent enough at hiding such things, wetting his lips before speaking.

     "Pulling out a gun in my pub makes me awfully cautious," Thomas spoke, smoke drifting in and out from his lips as he drew the smoke down in scraping inhales. "I'm sure you understand if I'm protective over my property."

     Thomas kept his gaze on you, pinning you to the seat with his eyes as he brought the ciggarette to his lips, taking a generous pull before letting his arm relax on the office chair. The creaking of the leather and clinking of glass was a familiar sound to the man, hand wrapping over the neck of the bottle of rum on his desk. He brought it to his lips, chasing the ciggarette smoke down his throat with the bitter tasting liquor; It sat in his abdomen with a stinging warmth.

     "All this?"

     Thomas quirked a brow, tilting his head and sucking in a sharp breath, and exhaling before gesturing his hand over the desk. He lazily held the ciggarette with the hand he used, a streaming ribbon of smoke following his grasp.

     "What's "all this" to your mother, aye?"

     All this - Vagueness responded with even more vagueness. Thomas brought the cigarette to his lips as he kept his eyes on you, attentively listening while smoke drifted from him. You were right, of course. All this was messy, all this was something that spurred people with a small tolerance of biting tongues and looking away. In his mind, your mother wouldn't last long. She's confident; Which is like holding a loaded gun to her own head. In any case, Thomas reluctantly breathed out a sigh of smoke, hand moving to brush at his stubbled jaw with a quiet hum. Your eyes trailed over the paperwork, taking in the scrawled words and notes laid out in haphazard ways. It was no wonder he ran a gang with all this on his plate. The sheer amount of paperwork would make anyone throw up their hands and give up.

     "What she did was irrational - She has a temper."

     "That we can agree on."

     If you wanted to play this hunter and prey game of nonexplicit answers to direct comments, so be it. Agreeing on your mother's rather small temper, or that taking you over his desk would complicate things; That was for you to decide. Yet the blooming flushed pink on the pples of your cheeks gave away any guessing that Thomas had to do. It was just a matter of time in his liquor infested mind - Devising a plan to ravage you as if he were planning to take over an enemies industry. He kept it silent of course, kept it neatly tucked back in the stringing fibers that were now being plucked, producing a rather pleasing melody. Thomas listened to them, letting the ciggarette rest firmly between his lips as he folded his hands over his lap neatly.

     "Why'd you come here so late?"

     The question was sudden, moreso determined than the prior ones, he nearly cut your words off as he ambled on. He wasn't for playing games, let alone reading a persons mind; Yet it had been quite a long time he's had to tether himself to the idea of a goal. It will be mine - You will be mine. Thomas Shelby gets what he wants, when he wants it and he'd fight the devil himself if anything stopped that from happening. Anything. The goal, frivolous in nature, gave him something to focus on other than the amount of drowning paperwork and insufferable people. You were nice, came from a family that understood - All this? Thomas sucked his teeth. Maybe you have a point.

     You let the silence hang as both of you sat on either side of the desk, watching each other. If you knew him better you would have noted how odd it was for him to be the one asking all the questions, for him to be so interested in you when he'd only ever heard about you from your mother. He was always the one with the plan and the secrets, pulling strings through half the city. What secrets were you carrying that he wanted to hear?

     "I didn't come here for a bet," you answered him, taking a long breath as you considered your next words.

     And there it was. Thomas didn't move a muscle, not even a twitch of the brow or clench of his jaw. It fell into place, just as he expected it to - The devil would see no fight today, but the things he would see would bring a new definition to sin entirely. Thomas leaned back in his chair slightly, going to grab the bottle. His golden ring gently clinked against the glass as he tossed back a hefty drink - The bottle was emptied. Rum; For fun and fucking. Thomas leaned forward onto the desk, plucking the ciggarette from his lips and ashing it into the worn in glass ash tray. Ends of ciggarettes created a small hill in the dish, and he pressed the freshly finished one deep into the mound. As he pulled his fingers back, ash shaded over the finger pads. He rubbed them together, inspecting the gritty feeling and odd smooth warmth of it as he tied his words together in a rumbling purr.

     "Your family would reign hell on me."

     It wasn't a warning as much as it was premonition for his belated movements, shifting in the leather chair before going to stand, leaning his weight onto the desk. He caught your gaze with his own, dirty finger tips rubbing over the paperwork underneath his hands, leaving smudges of ash. His eyes were dimly lit, half lidded and calm - So brutally calm. Yet as one of his hands crept towards his belt buckle, he took a sharp inhale through his nostrils, swallowing back the barreling questions and worries that swarmed the back of his mind. The business part. If you had chosen whiskey, perhaps that's all it would have been - A few simple deals here and there before offering to walk you home. Yet the bittersweet rum stuck to his gums like sin on a demons wings, spreading a firey desire that he relished in. It was similar to the stomach dropping noise of cocking a gun, feeling the cold barrel pressed to his temple with no pretense. Thrill of the chase. Of course he couldn't resist the searing appetite that now knashed hungrily as his hazey mind. He wanted to pull back his hand that now began to pull the metal of his belt, subconsciously making sure you saw his every movement. Bad idea, screamed in scrawled writing flashing over his vision - He was always one to ignore it. Especially when mixing rum and carnal desire. He should have known better.

     "But I'm sure that's something you wouldn't mind. You wouldn't have come here otherwise," To see himself as a vessel at getting back at one's parents was a funny prospect. But there was a rather interesting ways to twist it - A dark way to warp the way he pulled the belt from his slacks with an audible drawn out slide of fabric on leather. "Unless you came here to make up for the disrespect your family brought into my pub."

     Your head and eyes were glued to the way Thomas stood up and immediately flew to the space the man's hands were on his belt. Your attention was magnetized to his long fingers working at an almost teasing pace.

     "...If there's anything I can do,"  Your words came pathetically, pursing your lips tightly.

     As the belt was folded over, Thomas gripped the leather with fading knuckles. You being so willing did not come to his surprise; Yet the almost challenging tone sparked something in him. It sparked something he tended to bury in his subconscious - Thomas didn't abuse his power too much, but it was nearly impossible to resist such a delicious thing. His steps were calculated, letting the belt rest by his side, the buckle jingling with every agonizingly slow movement. Thomas was silent as he took a seat on a leather couch in the corner of his office, large thighs now spread open wide, the fabric of the slacks pulling tight over the muscle. He wet his lips, head tilting back to lean against the wall as he raised his free hand to pat his left thigh.

     "Come here,"

     The words did not attempt to hide the displacement of power, nor how he swam in the thickening waves of it with a twitching excitement. You would come to regret being so willing to serve - Nobody serves a Shelby without leaving with bruises. Thomas' expression twitched slightly, eyes on you with a deadly serious glare. It was no longer a cat and mouse game filled with vague comments and lasting gazes, no - This was business. And with business, came an immediate demand for respect. If you defied his orders, that placed you in a dangerous territory, it was written on his face, how his lips pulled up at the corners upon catching your expression. He relished in it. The shock and awe of realizing Thomas' power never left the room, suffocating the air people breathe and shaking the floor they walk on.

     "Don't waste my time."

     Thomas spoke in a low rasped whisper, eyes widening ever so slightly, giving a tilt of his head. The fingers on his thigh rapped against the muscle for a moment, tapping the index finger against his leg. Your eyes lingered on the unfinished glass of liquor before you for a fleeting moment before turning your head, glazing toward the man with a bitten lip. You stood from the chair with a slight creek, padding over and quickly sinking down onto your knees before the man.

     "Open."

     It was a simple response to the movement, eyes following the you as you lowered  - He could imagine the bruises of the hard flooring upon hearing the soft thud of them hitting the space between his shined shoes. Thomas gripped the belt tightly, before letting his hand relax to move - Of course, achingly slow. His large fingers, skin rough and calloused, cupped your jaw. His thumb pressed down on the soft bottom lip, eyes flickering ever so slightly to your mouth. Inspecting a toy before use was his speciality - Eyes pushing over every inch of the person, making them shift themselves in vulnerable positions while he just watched. Perhaps smoke a ciggarette while he wordlessly keeps his eyes pinned on the clashing beauty of flesh and beading arousal; Thomas would only have the best.

     His fingers were firm, expression partly vacant as he observed you with a watchful eye. His lips parted for a moment, tongue wetting them as his damned mind wandered. The warmth pooling in his stomach knashed angrily against his thighs and hands, demanding to move, demanding any form of friction - Though patience is a virtue. He knew that much. Thomas shifted forward slightly, elbows resting on his knees as he kept the eye contact locked into place. It was an expression that forced attention, a man with something to say in that impossibly smooth velvet tone that seemed to hypnotize even the darkest of sinners. Caught in his web, his large rough fingers pulling the strings and voice coaxing anyone daring enough to take the place you now did. Danger, is what this face screams. It rests in his carved cheekbones and bruising eyes, it weaves into the silver glinting in his hair and how he holds himself.

"You need to understand this isn't a drunk fuck."

Thomas whispered and tutted quietly. Clicking his tongue as the thumb still pressed down on your bottom lip twitched slightly.

     "You need to want this; Prove it to me." Thomas had spoken more to you when you fell to your knees than when you simply sat in his office. It was almost funny - Almost. Yet the danger was there, of course. "Give me your word you want it."

     Your mouth was dry, heart pounding against your chest; You didn't know what to say, the words tumbling from your lips without a second thought. Your mind could not tether to your thundering heart and flushed cheeks, not with the electric feeling of the man touching you becoming practically addicting.

     "Please, Mr. Shelby, I want this."

     The next few moments were a beat. A blur of Thomas's swift grip, able to shift and bend you over his lap - He pressed you down firmly, your stomach laying over his spread thighs. All that came from him was a grunt, sharp exhale, then the echoing sound of the clinking belt buckle. Another beat reached you, the smell of Thomas' cologne and bitter rum thick in the air as you both shuddered out breaths. He'd never admit this. Of course he wouldn't dare smile in a time like this, but the pull of his lips creased his expression, taking in the view of you splayed over his legs in a delicious display. He almost forgot the belt held over his shoulder, cast back ready to strike with a vicious crack of leather. His fingers shifted in his knuckle whitening in his grip as his eyes hung on this moment - Hung onto the shocked breathless image of you.

     "I think I deserve a bit of reimbursement, don't you?"

     An echoing soaring crack shattered the moment he gave you to register his words, spoken in a painfully casual tone. The leather collided sharply with your ass, the crack reverberating in the air.

Thomas stayed still for one moment, then another, then after an agonizingly slow one he gave a ghost of a chuckle. Exhaled through the nose with a belittling intent, as his eyes cast over your body, practically undressing you with his pinning gaze. Another sharp crack of leather gave no mercy, harder than before upon seeing your reaction to the sensation. It was hot as it made contact, despite the thin barrier of your clothes; The pain stung your bottom lashes, cheeks warming to a blooming flame that matched the one between your thighs. You couldn't speak, simpering into the leather of the couch in a feeble attempt to gather your reeling thoughts.

     "You use your words in my office."

     Thomas wanted it to be brutally clear that you were able to leave this entire time, and also able to change things you didn't want. Thomas didn't use people like you, this would be something he'd get high on, something to keep a secret, perhaps used later on. He bit his bottom lip, imagining being cursed out by your family or another meeting with your mother after finding out Thomas had brutalized their precious heir. Worst part of it all is they'd never know that he would be the one to make you beg with fleeting effortless actions.

     "Respect me, and you'll receive the same." Thomas seemed to be dishing out rules, letting the thick belt slowly fall onto the couch, his large hand going to meet your clothed ass - His touch was hungry, the grasp of a man who takes for a living. A slow quiet exhale rolled from his lips as his hips shifted underneath you, clearing his throat softly. "Disobey, and I'll see to it you never set foot in Birmingham ever again."

     A rocket of cold fear surged down your spine as he went on, hands exploring your body in motions that could only be described as an infection. His words lulling you into the palm of his hand, no matter the threats he brought, you craved them. A deeper part of you wanted to push him to his absolute limit, to see the dark veil roll over his eyes as he stares down at you - A ruler, a religion. He would make you worship at his feet before you even shed your clothes.

     "I can only assume that well enough."

     Thomas breathed the words with his eyes still glued to you, head tilting off towards the side with a quiet hum. Typically in this moment he knew he should shove you off with a harsh demand to stay gone - It'd keep him off your family's radar more than he already was; He damned himself for being weak, succumbing to temptation with the clashing haze of adrenaline, rum and - Arousal? To hell with it then.

     Thomas' large hands now groped you shamelessly, jaw shifting as he traveled slowly, fingers hooking over the belted waistband of your slacks. Another wicked expression met him, eyebrows knitting together briefly as he kept this moment, drinking down every passing second. He could practically feel your pounding heart pressed against his thighs as one of his hands slid up your back, underneath your shirt and coat, the other pulling down your slacks and discarding them effortlessly.

     Infectious; The word rang out in your mind like a gunshot through the night. He touched you like a common whore, calloused thumb swelling over your back with a slight bite of his lip. Thomas dared the world to let someone walk in, see him taking you over his knee with a nearly silent demand for not just respect, but for absolute submission. He didn't need a cocked gun or thick stacks of cash to keep the attention completely and entirely on him. He'd make you come back begging for more if it was the last thing he did. Thomas's palm was cold, rough and fingers calloused as he felt the warmth of your skin underneath his own, instinctively letting a slow pleased purr carry from his throat. It was not one of desire; A warning. A threat, perhaps.

     "Proving it to me, though,"

     Thomas began, his hand sliding over your back with slow waves, sweeping over it; Relishing in it.

     "That would - Most likely convince me. We'll just have to see, won't we?"

     Your breath drew inwards in shallow gasps, hips shifting subconsciously - You needed to be touched, to take him as he took you, your hands on his body that was so painfully clothed. Your hands gripped into tight fists, lips pursing for a brief moment as you prepared your words. You had to have to perfect, speaking scripture to the man who had immeasurable power; You had a say. Not just a say, the say. You gave the green light, even as his hands traced the most intimate parts of your body. He didn't have to touch your chest nor kiss at your neck, simply the way his fingers shifted from so cold and demanding to a gentle caress. A reminder that you were the one in control. With a breath, you spoke.

     "I want to be yours."

     "No."

     With a shake of Thomas' head, he scraped back a sharp inhale, adjusting how he sat. His slacks left little to the imagination of how truly exciting this was - Though if you put up a feeble fight against him during this, it'd become all the more interesting. Thomas' explorative hand paused as he spoke, eyebrows furrowing slightly as he looked down at you with a quiet hum. If you wanted so badly to have him infect you mind and body, so be it; But it wouldn't be easy. Not for you atleast.

     "You don't. Not without a carnal based response; I want to make myself clear."

     A grunt came from him as he pulled his hands off you, gently posing you back to your previous position, sat between Thomas' shoes. His expression was soft, yet the glinting threat of his creasing brow gave no way for kindness. As his large hand moved to roughly grab your jaw, thumb and index finger squeezing his cheeks and drawing him forward, he leaned in. As your faces were only a few short inches apart, Thomas spoke slowly.

     "You're not just going to do what I say because you're practically my whore for the night."

     As his eyes flickered to your lips, he wet his own. A beat of thick tension weighed down on the pairs shoulders - Lean in and kiss them you fool, Thomas' mind screamed at him, and yet he shoved your face back roughly before leaning into the couch.

     A flick of a match, the slide of a ciggarette case; And he sat, looking down at you with a heavy lidded gaze, smoke slithering from between his lips as he sat wordlessly. After a few long moments, Thomas' left foot twitched closer to your thighs, moving to slide the leather shoe between your legs, eyecontact unwavering. The single shoe alone couldn't have cost less than sixty pounds, and yet as the cool leather pushed into your needy cunt, none of it mattered.

     "You're going to obey me because it drives you to an animalistic place. A place of pleasure; Sanctity. Am I understood?"

     Let the game begin. You tried to bite back a pleased expression, eyebrows furrowing briefly as you wished he had atleast discarded your underwear. The barrier just made you grind down harder - Perhaps thats exactly what he wanted. To watch you turn yourself into something you've never seen, feel pleasure that would change you permanently. You brought yourself closer to his left leg, grinding yourself down onto the leather with a quiet moan, hands instinctually reaching to secure yourself on his slack clad leg.

     Thomas' lip twitched; Just for a moment. It was subtle, a prick of his creased expression as he settled back into the couch, smoke drifting from his nostrils. His gaze was observatory, expectant and plainly bored. But there was something, there always had been. A certain spark, just like split second of the pulled smirk, something you did to please him. They were small reactions, little praise given in them at first. But if Thomas were anything, he would always have to be the adrenaline junkie. Taking in sharp breaths of smoke, head reeling as he rocked his shoe back and forth against you. His free hand began to move then, fingers twitching at first before sliding to his thigh, unzipping his slacks. All the while, his gaze stayed on you; You were his muse. How your body moved desperately below him, kneeling before him, mewling as you ground down onto the leather Thomas used to walk the town of Birmingham. Another smirk, lasting longer now as he thought of your family. He'd give any amount of money in the world to see them have one of theirs worshipping a Shelby. Thomas Shelby, no less.

     Thomas' hand pushed past the band of his slacks, large palm wrapping over his length with a shaking inhale.  He stroked himself over the cloth of his underwear, smirk still remaining, lazier as he continued. He matched the pace of how he rocked his ankle, rolling it into you with a bite of his bottom lip. He pressed the ciggarette to his mouth, perching it between his lips as both hands now worked to pull his cock from his pants entirely. The cool air hit his skin, palm wrapping over the length with a rumbling groan. He wasn't necessarily vocal during sex, though his mind wandered, fantasy coming to truth as his words and smoke ribboned together to be pulled from his lips.

     "When was the last time you touched yourself,"

     Thomas' steady tone wavered only for a moment as he spoke  - It was pillowed with sharp breaths, using his left hand to slowly stroke himself, as the other reached to his mouth, pulling the ciggarette to rest between his index and middle finger. A noise rolled from him like a storm, thunder from miles away, pulled from his chest, pulled even deeper from the tension of his muscles - A groan, low and drawn out to carve itself into the air.

     "Just before I came here,"

     The sounds of his responding euphoria stirred warmly in your lower stomach, underwear dampening the leather of his rocking shoe as you moaned quietly; It pushed him to do the same, letting the gasps roll from his chest, head leaned back in a relaxed manner despite his hand quickening around his twitching cock. You wanted so badly to sit on his lap, lower yourself around him and hear his voice break, to hear him beg in the same way he made you. Your eyes were half lidded, flickering between his cock and expression - He kept eye contact as his eyebrows furrowed, eyes rolling back slightly as his hips stuttered forward into his fist, pace wavering. Sweat glazed his forehead, beading down his jaw and neck as he watched you get ever so closer to your peak. The sight of it would never leave him, watching your thighs twitch and spasm as you clutch onto his leg, aimlessly begging for him not to stop.

     "Look at me -"

     Thomas' voice was uncharacteristically strangled, edging on a pleading whimper as the stringing hot tangle in his body began to pull tighter, tighter. His mind spun with the image of you, hips unable to keep up with his pace as you rode out your shackling orgasm, tears brimming in your eyes. He was addicted to it, the high of watching your hazey mind be pushed to overstimulation, biting your lip as you kept your gaze on his.

     Your expression drove him over the edge, throwing his head back as he came messily, rough palm wrapping tightly over the tip of his cock. His cum stained your face, his black slacks a mess as he took in ragged breaths, still teasing himself with his eyes wrenched shut. He whispered to himself quietly in Romani, swears tangling with your name as he released himself, hand shaking. His heart pounded against his chest, veins on the backs of his palms and forearms bulging as his eyes slowly opened.

     You were leaned into his leg, taking in deep breaths as you hesitantly made eyecontact with the man above you; Despite the intimacy of the moment, you feared he would send you away. Tell you to get dressed, clean this mess up and see yourself out. Yet as his hand moved, shaking as it met your cheek, his warmth was evident. Your position shifted slowly at first, knees wobbling as you attempted to sit on the couch, but Thomas was quick to bring his arms around you. It was unexpected, allowing you to lean your pressure into his body as he gathered himself, fingertips still shaking even as they threaded through your touseled hair.

     "Thank you,"

     It was breathless. Soft, pillowed with a deep breath, the swell of his chest making way for a space you could lay your head on. You took the opportunity, and he allowed it, resting his chin on your head with a quiet hum.

     Thomas was right. You would be back for more.

[angelnbm]

✦ Romance Endeavors : Vinsmoke "Black Leg" Sanji from One Piece

DISCLAIMERS : post timeskip sanji x fem!reader, suggestive subjects, strong language, physical violence & plenty of smoking.

Confession

You immediately pull your hair apart from the thoughts overtaking you, messing up the curls and braids before a deep exhale exits your body.

"It's impossible, Nami, he's never actually looked at me the way he looks at other women since we've been back. Why would he anyway?"

The orange haired woman sent out a huff as Robin let out a small laugh within their dimly lit space, stepping out of her desk and over to where the two of you were sitting on the floor against the shared beds. The Sunny would rock back and forth lightly as the waves crashed against it as some light rain hit the small windows of the bedroom.

"Men are quite predictable, especially our cook, perhaps he's just not wanting to give you a hard time . ."

"Huh? A hard time? He was treating us all the same from the start, Robin, what could've possibly changed . . ?" Nami interrupts, thinking of what really changed between the two of them. The crew had just reunited in Sabaody and have been out at sea for a day. All you could think about was how he blatantly ignored you as he ran off to the sight of a woman after two years of not seeing one, allegedly.

“You know what? I’ll ask him.”

“Aren’t the boys already asleep?” Robin’s curiosity grew slightly, considering that being any amount of bold is unbecoming of you, watching as you stood up and stepped over to the door “He wouldn’t mind being woken up by a lady, now would he?” You all giggled almost in unison with your hand on the doorknob, slowly twisting it over before taking a few steps under the rain.

Halfway through your barefoot walk, you feel a blanket draped over your head.

“You’ll catch a cold, Mon Chérie.”

He whispered, your body frozen in place, a small puff of smoke passing nearby gave away that he was a few inches behind you. It wasn’t long for him to curse under his breath because of the rain, making the attempt to light the damp cigarette once more.

“I thought you’d be asleep . . since you lost some blood.” You’d turn around as you spoke to him, hoping that he was listening now that you faced each other “I’m fine, don’t worry.” He brushed it off, making you groan before getting a firm hold of his wrist to walk over to the common area that displayed their aquarium, bringing some towels and an unopened package of cigarettes.

“Thank you.”

You couldn’t take his nonchalant act anymore, it made your blood reach a boiling point, knowing that you waited those two whole years for your lifelong crush to not treat you the same way he did Nami and Robin.

“You don’t like me, do you? And if you do, what don’t you like?”

“What are you talking about?” He scoffed, following a cigarette pinned between his lips and carefully lit up, you would watch him look back at you as the small cloud of smoke was blown off. His gaze was hard to read, all one could see in him was the lack of sleep, seeing his torso lean back on the furniture as the fresh dry towel laid overtop of his blonde drenched hair.

“You haven’t spoken to me at all, not once. You better have a good reason.” Your arms would then cross under the blanket as you waited for his expression to soften, his cheeks and ears clearly red from the possible answers he kept brewing up in his head.

After a few minutes of silence settled in he stood up, towering over you slightly, seeing his expression soften.

“I don’t think you understand . . You’ve . . been misunderstanding this. It’s not that I don’t like you - Actually it's quite the contrary.” His hand would grab your jaw gently, assuring you don’t look away from his gaze, you notice a shift in his once rash tone.

“I do like you. Why do you think I don't call you by your name, hm?"

"Maybe because . . you know . . " He didn't let you mumble your small doubts further, moving the ciggarette away from his lips, leaning a little closer to you. Exchaging breaths and looks under the white noise of the rain, it was too hard to actually go against him.

"Why do you think I suggested for you to come food shopping with me, huh? Because I missed you." His tone would soften once he expresses his longing but you don't buy it.

"Prove it, then." You'd exhale, laying a hand on his shoulder, almost wanting to push him away but a part of you wanted to keep him close. Both hearts raging in your chests to keep each other near this once but you couldn't trust your instincts knowing that you feel this intensely for him and his words didn't pair with his actions.

"Kissing me won't be enough so don't fucking try it."

Proof

After months of barely speaking to one another after that rainy night, all you could really do is overthink & doubt as the waves were the only thing to bring you back to any sort of joy - even Luffy was starting to notice you weren't being your usual impulsive self.

"Has he said anything to you, Captain?"

"All he's really directed at me was meat. He's been as quiet as you." He'd hum, resting his chin onto the palm of his hand, looking out at the waves.

"You sure you don't want to talk about it? You're both being weird and it's hard to think of anything else with how worried you're both making me." You'd sigh at his mumbled words, shaking your head at his offer, considering it really wasn't something worthy to talk aloud anymore. You felt like you said enough that one night and the days before, to burden your captain with something you considered foolish wasn't worth your time.

"I see land ahead! Let's stock up on food and supplies."

Two years ago, new land would've excited you, making you the first to get off the ship after luffy made the run off into the unknown and Sanji would chase after you, everytime.

This time was different with you being the second to last to be off ship since Nami begged for you to tag along with her in search of some village and reluctantly, you agreed "There might be some people that could tell us about this place, you'll never know." She'd smile as you walked between Robin and herself through some trees and onto a pebbled path that led to a few houses.

After reaching the market, you could feel a pair of eyes on you, with each step you took - a shadow followed. It made you skeptical but it really wasn't something for the others to worry about.

"I'll meet you girls at the ship, yeah? There's something I gotta check out." The two would nod at your request as you walked further into a crowd trying to lose the tail. You kept walking faster, the more you went through the closer you felt that presence.

It was starting to get annoying.

Once you reach a dead end, you finally see the face of a depraved and sick man, one with a taller stature than your own "I've seen your wanted posters, you look so much more beautiful in person!" Even if it didn't scare you, it attracted a taller man, one you couldn't stop thinking about for many nigths. The one blonde who couldn't stand seeing you in any danger.

"I suggest you get lost, sicko."

"Huh?" Was all the man would say before Sanji disposed of him with a good three kicks, kocking him out of the alley with minor burn marks. His hand slithering their way around your waist to pick you up bridal style.

As he walked away from the crowd and the alley, you started to protest "Do I have to remind you that I can fight just fine?! How many times do I have to tell you that shit, Stupid Cook!" He soon set you down, holding the side of your face to catch your lips with his own, your ears burning up while your hands settled on his chest, giving into the kiss that disrupts reality.

The hand holding the small of your back pulled you closer, naturally deepening the kiss before he pulled away from it slowly, putting his cigarette back in between his lips to take a breath of smoke.

"What was that all about?" You ask softly, taking deep and concise breaths as your heart ran a mile a minute "You told me to prove it, didn't you?"

His eyes had wandered away to blow off the smoke to soon turn back to you.

"You wanted me to prove that I have feelings for you as much as you do for me and so I did." He'd lean in to give you one more reassuring kiss.

"Anything for you, Mon Chérie."

[iheart-nana]

xxiii. whispers in the dark

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CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE ─ whispers in the dark.

❛ and i should get a ciggarette for so much restraint ❜

Kim Taesung's Perspective

For a few moments after Yumi left, I found myself staring blankly at the door. I too was shocked at the fact that I offered to teach her guitar. Did I have that much restraint? And that too, at my house? I couldn't stop thinking of her and it drove me nuts. Tonight, she looked stunning. She had always been pretty, but today? She took my breath away. Her hair framed her face in a way that seemed so effortless, like a masterpiece painted with the dim light bulbs that lit up my living room.

I couldn't shake off the conversation that I had with Inhyuk in the kitchen. He said Yumi was the one who planned everything, and then slapped my shoulder playfully. Was it really the case? Or was he just teasing me? I had so many questioned swirling around my head, and I couldn't make sense of any of them.

I suddenly remembered that she got me a gift. It really wasn't a big deal, I tried to tell myself. Everyone got me gifts. But desire to see what she got me devoured me whole and I found myself inching towards the dark blue paper bag that sat on the table, which seemed to be calling out to me, waiting to be opened.

I sensed some hesitation as my hand reached inside it, pulling out a box—that seemed rather heavy for its size. My heart pounded in my ears as my fingers brushed against the smooth, velvety surface. A chill ran down my spine as my eyes landed on the label.

It was a perfume.

The delicate glass bottle shimmered in the dim light, its contents a mystery waiting to be unveiled. A wave of emotions crashed over me—surprise, confusion, and a strange sense of anticipation. How did she know? Had she been paying attention to my preferences, or was this a random act of kindness?

With a shaking hand, I lifted the box lid, revealing a delicate glass bottle. It was a simple rectangular bottle, yet its cold surface sent shivers down my spine. A clear blue liquid swirled within it. My hand reached for the bottle cap, unscrewing it with a newfound gentleness in my hands. I lifted the bottle up to my nose, inhaling the scent.

Unlike anything I'd expected, the fragrance was a captivating paradox. Woody notes, reminiscent of sun-warmed cedarwood, formed the base, grounding the scent with a sense of strength and earthiness. But then, a wave of unexpected freshness washed over it. A hint of salt air hit my nose, and I could practically feel the ocean breeze. It was the scent of a tropical beach after summer rain, where the heat had coaxed out the earthy aromas of the forest floor while leaving the air fresh and alive.

What does this mean?

Choi Eunyoung's Perspective

My mom had come into my room about half an hour ago, bidding me good night. I too, had tucked myself into my warm, comfy bed, when the realization that Yumi wasn't home hit me like a speeding truck on an expressway. An uneasy feeling washed over me, as all my drowsiness was drowned out by worry and concern. Ever since then, I've been sitting on the kitchen platform, staring out the little square window that looked down on the street.

I remember the day I first met Yumi. It was one of my most vivid memories as a child when my age was just a single digit. I don't remember a lot of things from when I was that little but that day was fresh in my mind as if it happened yesterday. I had heard a loud wailing sound from the sand pit in the park and found Yumi crying because all the other kids had sand toys except her. I remember chuckling and offering my toys, telling her to stop crying. I never knew that she would become such a significant part of my life.

When Yumi had been working at the law firm, I watched the spark slowly disappear from her eyes each evening she reached home. The vibrant young woman I knew was slowly fading away, slipping from my reach, replaced by a weary stranger burdened by unseen woes. My heart ached for her, but my attempts to reach out were met with a wall of silence. Whenever I brought up the subject of her job, a guarded look would cloud her features, and the conversation would hit a dead end. It was as if her feelings were locked in a vault, and she'd thrown away the key.

That's why, when I spotted her- practically skipping down the street, my lips stretched into a huge grin. I hadn't seen her smile like that in ages. It was as if someone had flipped a switch within her, igniting a forgotten light that had been buried beneath the weight of her burdens. The world, usually cast in a dull, dreary filter, seemed to come alive again. Even the streetlights, normally harsh and flickering, seemed to dim in reverence, their feeble glow overshadowed by the radiance emanating from Yumi.

Instead of letting myself ponder on the reasons for her newfound joy, I let myself appreciate the happiness radiating off her. Though we weren't related by blood, our bond was as strong as that of real sisters. I wanted her to keep smiling like that for the rest of time. 

As I heard her footsteps making their way to the front door, I leaped off the platform and bolted to my room, switching off the lights in a frenzy. I stumbled on my way, not being able to differentiate a lamp from a clothing rack thanks to the fact that I was sitting like a ghost in the darkness. Aside from the fact that I would have knocked the living daylight out of her, it would have been pretty difficult to explain why I was awake at that ungodly hour. I lay in my bed- that somehow felt warmer than before, and let myself fall into a slumber as the smile never left my lips.

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nana's notes: the header turned out so cute (*^_^*)

delphi's notes: taesung entering his loser era

next chapter: saturday list of chapters here!

[bunnydethjesuschristsinner]

JESUS CHRIST RAPED SMOKED CRACK ATE MUSHROOMS DID HEROIN MOLESTED AND FUCKED CHILDREN STOLE MONEY AND POSSESSIONS BROKE INTO CARS AND HOUSES INVENTED AIDS THE COMMON COLD FLU AND COVID AND HERPES CAUGHT THEM MURDERED PEOPLE SUCKED DICK SODOMISED MEN RAPED ANIMALS EVADED TAXES FLASHED PEOPLE ATE AND DRANK POISON FELL FROM HEIGHTS BROKE WINDOWS KEYED CARS ABUSED ELDERS SMOKED CIGGARETTES MARIJUANA CHASED THE DRAGON STABBED PEOPLE HAD ORGIES WATCHED AND PRODUCED SNUFF FILMS AND CHILD PORNOGRAPHY PORNOGRAPHY AND BEASTIALITY FILMS RAN RED LIGHTS LAY WALKED SNATCHED AND GRABBED JEWELRY AND MERCHADISE STROMG ARMED ROBBERY LEFT FOOD OUT OF CONTAINERS TOO LONG ATE EXPIRED FOOD JUMPED OFF OF HEIGHTS CURSED THE FATHER SON AND HOLY GHOST HAD SEX WITH MOTHERS FATHERS AND THEIR CHILDREN HAD INCEST CHEWED TOBACCO HAD DIABETES AIDS SYPHILIS CANCER MALARIA CHRONES DISLEXIA ROT GUT CAMEL TOE NERVE GAS KILLED JESUS CHRIST ALSO KNIVES GUNS BULLETS BLEEDING INTERNAL INJURY ORGAN RUPTURE ORGAN FAILURE DISEASE NAUSIAH DEATH KILLED JESUS CHRIST JESUS CHRIST ATE TOO MUCH SLEPT TOO MUCH FUCKED TOO MUCH LAZINESS KILLED JESUS CHRIST POVERTY KILLED JESUS CHRIST JESUS CHRIST DIED OF BEING BROKE JESUS CHRIST WAS A VOYER ON THE SOUTH END JESUS CHRIST STOLE LIGHTERS JESUS CHRIST FARTED IN FRONT OF PEOPLE JESUS CHRIST WRECKED HIS CAR DIED IN AN EXPLOSION JESUS CHRIST MUTILATED HIS BODY AND JESUS CHRIST CUT HIS DICK OFF AND POOPED TO DEATH FROM CONSUMING TOO MUCH DRUGS AND ALCOHOL AFTER CONTRACTING AIDS PARVO SALMONELA POISONING AND DEMETIA JESUS CHRIST WAS RIPPED TO PIECES AND PARADED AS HIS CLONES RIPPED TO PIECES EVICERATED TO DEATH EMASCULATED TO DEATH JESUS CHRIST DIED THE DEATH OF 1000 TINY SMALL CUTS AND WAS TORN LIMB FROM LIMB JESUS CHRIST DIED OF FOOD POISONING AND WAS RAPED TO DEATH JESUS CHRIST DRANK BAD WATER AND DIED OF YOUR FEARS

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I hate myself, I hope I die soon, I just disappoint people . I am rotten, selfish, disgusting and most of all a coward,And I'm still only 17. I'm tired bro, I will never be perfect

[supa101]

The Amazing Story ( chapter 4 )

Supa : *sigh* (everyone is sleeping.. what should I do)

Passion : (HEY YOU AWAKE?)

*Supa opens the window*

Supa : (mhm cya)

Passion : (K)

*supa leaves out the window and closes it as well*

Supa : Ugh I forgot my jacket. I don't need it I am freezing cold anyways

Person : Hey supa is that you?

Supa : yeah... Can you get my jacket real quick?

Person : Uhhhh Okay you left it in my room right?

Supa : yeah...

*Person gives supa his jacket*

Supa : Thanks

Person : No problem Oh wait you forgot you're lighter!

Supa : Shit Thanks!

*Person throws supa his lighter and a pack of ciggerette's*

Supa : oh... I just needed my ligher but okay

Person : you sneak out when you're stressed. I'll get a nother pack for me that one is mine.

Supa : yeah thank you

*he walks away*

??? : Yo how's it going not seen you for a while

Supa : Hello...? Its you! thank you for saving me from the void.

??? : sometimes I might go non verbal and stop talking.

Supa : Want a ciggarette?

??? : *shakes head no

*supa smokes a ciggerette*

??? : Okay... Want to watch over them? You can see threw there eyes. Strange right?

*Supa put's a lit ciggerette in his mouth*

??? : I told you i don't want a ciggerette.

*??? puts a TV on his head*

??? : Lets watch shall we?

*supa sits down on the ground watching the TV*

[lena-scribbles]

ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ! ʙɪʟʟʏ ʜᴀʀɢʀᴏᴠᴇ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ (ᴘᴀʀᴛ ɪɪ)

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A/N: Okaay, another part of our beloved yandere! Billy! I decided that with every part, Billy's obsession will be more and more out of control and that he'll finally "snap". I don't know how mamy parts it will take tho.

So, uh, yeah!

Hope you like it, also you can check out my Wattpad here:

https://www.wattpad.com/user/Lena_scribbles

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Thank you for coming by. Um... Drink water, love ya, sugar!✨💖

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Months passed after your small talk before school and ever since that happened his mind was focused on you only. He wakes up? Wonder if you're still sleeping. Eats breakfast? Wonder how would it be to eat with you, best with you sitting on his lap though. Driving to drop Max off to school? Shit, almost another cat driven over... He should be more focused. But he just can't! Your face, voice... Hell, even your fucking smell won't leave his mind alone. And you're not even here! He dearly hates that his mind is willing to think only about you. How can you have that much power over him?

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"That brat better hurry up..." Huffed unpatiently Billy putting his second ciggarette away from his lips. He was waiting for Max in front of the Arcade... Again. Like he didn't have any better plans.

Looking through his car window he saw nothing important. Kids running aroud, some walking in and out od nearby stores, cars driving...

"Y/N! Hurry up!" Y/N? His blue eyes immadietly searched for your figure, finding it on the other side of the road trotting behind a group of people around your age. His chest and breath heavied, heart started beating faster- he hated and loved it all. What were you doing to him?

"Guys wait!" You yelled after them. Oh how sweetly you yelled, he would love to hear it elsewhere... Wait, what? What the fuck was that thought? He didn't even know you. Billy shaked his head and continued to look at you. When you caught up to your "friends", you and the rest of the small group were coming closer to his car, directly to the glass doors of the Arcade salon in front of his car. Suddenly when you came closer your stares locked.

"How nice, Y/N noticed me... but they seem so startled... Cute." Billy thought and shot you a pearly smile, nodding his head upside. You awkwardly and quickly tip-toed to the rest of your group, dissappearing within them.

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Billy stepped out of his car and stomped on his slowly burning out ciggarette. After locking his car, he took a decisive step towards the entrance of the Arcade.

Smell of candies and heavy crowdy air made it's way up to Billy's nose. Honestly, ha hated places like these. Lots of younger kids running around, each of them making people, who were holding sodas stumble and almost trip over the edge of folded carpet.

His peace didn't last a second until someone bumped into him. Billy didn't even get a second to grab that brat and "nicely" remind him his place as they speeded away soon after.

Annoyed, he huffed, showed his hands in pockets and slowly made his way deeper into the loud, crowded area trying to find you. Though it wasn't that easy, as dark surrounded every corner- only led and game machines lights gave him some sort of acknowledgement of his surroundings.

After some time of looking around, he found your so called friends, cheering loudly for one of them, but... You weren't there. Billy stopped, his gaze slowly turning from right to left, until it stopped on one arcade game machine, which was standing alone in the corner, a little deeper than the rest. There was someone playing.

Billy slowly came closer and saw your face. Light coming from the monitor gave your S/C and H/C locks a blue-isch hue. You were like in a trance, eyes focused deeply on the game.

BUMP!

His hand slapped on the side of the machine you were playing on. Startled you jumped a little, immadietly losing focus on the game, which gave you a "Game Over" in response.

"Bill!" You said, still a little stunned. "It's Billy, hun." He winked, pushing his left arm on one side of the game machine, looking at you with his piercing blue eyes.

"What do you want?" You asked. "Woah, woah, woah, why so rude?" He put his hands defensively in front of him and chuckled.

"You forgot to smile back." Billy moved closer. "...what?" You said dumbfounded, backing away. "You.forgot.to.smile.back." Syllabled getting a little upset. "Didn't your mommy teach you how to greet others properly?" Asked older male.

Without warning Billy pinned you to the wall in the dark corner of the room. You were immersed in his shadow, only light coming from behind Billy's back, illuminating various vivid colors. With heavy breath he asked again "Does daddy have to teach you, darling?"

Your fist collided with his nose, easily pushing him away from you. He stumbled a little and leaned on a nearby game machine.

"What is wrong with you?!" You yelled and as quickly as you could stormed off to the exit.

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Billy still stood there, with blood dripping down his chin, flowing by the sadistic looking smirk.

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Waaaah, Billy is getting to like you more... I wouldn't be too happy about it tho.

[paulnnccartney]

Scottish Winds

The night was a midnight blackness when you slowly opened your eyes and gently turned your head to the side.

She slept peacefully beside you, curled in her rhythmical breathing as you watched her in the darkness for a moment.

Her blonde tressles crowned her sleeping mind, and suddenly she too was awake and met your eyes.

You bent to kiss her cheek and she closed her eyes in pleasing comfort. Soon she fell back into her dreams of your love.

You sat up and lit a ciggarette and listened to the screaming Scottish winds threatening at your door. It howled and monstrously beat at a distant gate in the farm yard.

The tiny red fire of your ciggarette moved with you into the other room where Heather and the baby huddled together under thick woolen blankets. You stood watching them a few minutes until the thrashing of the wind interrupted your silent thoughts.

You angrily stubbed out your ciggarette in the sink and peered out the window for an instant at the annoying pestilence until you noticed your wife standing in the doorway of the bedroom.

She looked concerned and tired as you reached for her and closed the door. She traced your bearded jaw with her slender finger before you leaned to kiss her silent mouth.

Together you layed your weary minds down and she felt your heavy sigh trouble her heart.

“They’d better not come back tomorrow,” you whispered as she stretched her fingers across your hand.

There were no more words, no more ciggarettes, no more sighs or heartless windhowls- only the steady pulse of you lover’s heart and the blackness of a sleeping night.

- A poem by Paul McCartney, circa 1970 (via Paul McCartney, The Lyrics)

[fercnmi]

stupid shit the gang has done // injuries lol

soda tried to do a push up and a clap behind his back and he ended up chinning himself

twobit had just recovered from a broken arm and then tried to do a flip, fell on the same arm and broke it again

johnny tripped with a straw in his mouth and ended up skewering the roof of his mouth (semi inspired by me)

pony was wearing soft socks on a very slippery floor, slipped and sprained his ankle

pony tried to tie his laces standing up, lost his balance and gave himself a black eye

darry chipped his tooth eating with a fork too fast

twobit cut himself with his pocket knife trying to swat a fly away

steve almost set soda's hair on fire because he was trying to help him gel it while simultaniously tying to light a ciggarette

pony fell out a window. period.

dally kicked the floor so hard that he broke two toes

[the-year-i-met-you]

and if the world was ending tomorrow, would you still leave me behind?

1. i painted my nails black for the first time in eleven years today and catch myself sighing as the thunder rolled outside the window. hugging my knees closer to my chest i wait for the rain to pay me a visit. you don't say anything, but try to reach out for my hand. and there we go again in silences, begging each other to utter something. anything. and when the storm gets louder, i look at you.

"i like your nails." you manage somehow.

"thanks, love. i know she wore the same ones too."

i smile, wiping away that faint lipstick stain on the collar of your blue shirt.

- before you say that you love me, please walk away.

2. autumn wore a crooked smile that year, but carried the deadliest hurricanes in his fists. and even though the winds have always held me back, tell me how am i supposed to resist a man who has named me, after some unsung ancient storm, that the books have refused to carry? three years later, still write to autumn about my side of the city and my mother laughs at me.

"how does it feel to be named after a disaster now?" she mocks.

pressing the burnt end of the ciggarette upon my skin, i smile back at her, "like i belong to him."

- the lover named 'disaster'.

3. before jumping into our infinity, i remember asking you, how long do we keep on going till we get tired of waking up to the sound of each other's heartbeat; for i knew that i came with galaxies, which aren't as pretty as the poets describe. i was the night sky that has forgotten how to shine and you knew from it the very first day you held my hand - and when you refused to answer, i knew it was time to kiss you goodbye.

- come find me, if you ever change your mind.

4. mom, i have forgotten how to write. the sun doesn't feel the same upon my skin anymore, neither do the wind leave soft metaphors on my windowpane. i don't remember how the flowers in your garden looked when i visited you last summer, nor do i remember the colour of the sky when father breathed his last. why did he call my art bitter? how am i supposed to weave my words like honey? just like how she does, so that he stays, just for another summer?

- mom, i think i'm forgetting how to breathe.

[undiscovered-horizon]

A 29-step guide for a walk in the city at night

If you see empty swings or see-saws moving, don't be afraid. Children want to play too, so just tell them to have fun and be careful.

When passing by a store window, you might see something move in the corner of your eye. Don't be alarmed, it's probably just a mannequin.

Be wary of cars. Not all of them have drivers, and they won't stop for you to cross the street.

Should you find yourself lost, look for pidgeons. They know their way around every city.

Some strangers might have two shadows. You don't want to bump into them, for whatever walks with them, is a sticky companion.

Be careful around puddles. Not all of them are shallow. And not all of them have correct reflections.

A stranger standing under a lamppost is a good sign. They're going to look after you.

Avoid tolling bells. Some statues might wake up.

Stray animals might follow you for a while. Don't tell them anything you don't want repeated to those who feed them.

When waiting at a bus stop, a bus without passengers might stop by. Don't get on.

If you ever hear footsteps behind you, don't look around. Just calmly tell them to go home.

Someone might ask you for spare change. Give them anything valuable. Ancient gods don't get many offerings these days.

A woman might stop you and ask if you think she's pretty. Answer with a question and quickly walk past her. She has scissors.

Should you encouter a bus stop or tube station that you don't recognize, don't go there. It may disappear before you are able to leave.

Don't worry about those who follow you. They're making sure you're safe from things ahead of you.

Avoid stepping on sewage grates or walking past them. Whoever inhabits the tunnels behind them might try to grab you.

If you drop anything, make sure to firmly, audibly, claim that as yours before picking up. Whatever touches the streets, belongs to the streets.

For your own good, don't stare too long at bilboards and advertisments. People in them might get tired or shy.

Steer away from completely empty parking lots. It's a battleground and you don't want to get stuck in the middle.

Should you feel tired on your journey, look for packs of cats. Neighbourhood witches send them out to protect mortals.

Seeing an empty trolley is generally a bad sign. Their owner might return anytime and they will get angry if they find anyone around their belongings.

Do not take any street-found items with you. Someone might go looking for them.

A stranger smoking ciggarettes is a great omen. The smoke scares away any malice in their vicinity.

Do not enter churches at night. You don't want to learn what makes the soil "holy".

Empty junctions are dangerous. When approaching the crossroads, loudly say that you're going home and you don't want to make a deal. They mostly listen.

Protect your skin on nights with a full moon. the Sun burns your skin but the Moon burns your mind.

When coming home, make sure to look closely at your door. If something looks different than you remember, continue walking. No matter how sure you are of it, this is not your home.

You might notice people in windows who are staring in your direction. Don't mind them, they're not looking at you but rather at something behind you.

Not all streets have names and not all alleys you will recognize. By morning them and their inhabitants will be gone, so don't linger around too long.