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"⠀" trollbama stood frozen. "p-... peanut. we cant do this again. you keep giving me the run around. i try to communicate, i try to show you fun, i try to support you, and how am i repayed? you wish death upon me? you think im a terrible president? i sent my daves after you. my daves, peanut." "⠀" trollbama gritted his teeth, tears stinging his eyes. he set his jaw and turned away, breaking eye contact for a moment before looking back at peanuts looming concrete and rebar body before the scraping could continue. trollbama let out a bitter laugh. "that damn scraping." trollbama muttered, rubbing a hand over his eyes languidly. what would he have to do to prove himself? he was a good president. he *knew* he was a good president. trollbama took the first step, oxfords stumbling slightly. how many time's would he have to be the one to take the first step when it came to peanut? "an agreement. i want an agreement." "⠀" trollbama slowly placed one hand in his navy suit pants pocket, the fine cut accentuating the length of his legs as he stood in front of the scp. he nodded his head slowly. "whatever you need, peanut. i want to be the one to give it to you. ive been thinking about you when i shouldnt and-... i've taught you so much, havent i? ive seen what youre capable of. we can start over. you and me. barak trollbama and peanut. i-... i want you to be my vp, peanut. my vice peanut." trollbama lead his hand over peanut's bulbous body, upwards to hold a gentle touch and glide his thumb slowly over his cheek-like-area. he traced further inwards to the place where he'd longed to place his lips for so long, dragging a smooth line over the slit running vertically over peanuts visage. trollbama pulled his hand back slowly, bringing his thumb to his lips to suck at the taste. peanut didnt move. now he was the one who was frozen. (tags: Barak Trollbama/Peanut, troll/monster, forbidden romance, toxic dependency, miscommunication, yearning, #nsfw, vague quad, multichapter, presidential mention, archive rating: M)
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