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jacevelaryonswife · 2 months

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Supermassive Black Hole

A duo project changes some perceptions about your classmate

pairing: Michael Gavey x fem!reader

warnings: smut, period tipical misoginy (2006 guys), loss of virginity, english is not my first language.

word count: 3,297

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When a firm knock came from the door, a name automatically entered your mind.

Gavey.

Michael Gavey.

You imagined that he would come to your meeting eventually, you actually longed to, although you didn't admit it. That idiot deserved to be put in his proper place — which was necessarily below you.

It had all started when a duo project was designated by draw earlier that day, and for both luck and bad luck your partner was the awkward genius, and difficult to deal with Michael Gavey.

There was no shortage of adjectives to be used for the unstable dirty blonde, which was truly fascinating. He intrigued you with his sharp intellect and his eccentric personality to the same extent that he repelled you with his peculiar and almost aggressive way. He was quite a figure, although you didn't allow yourself to think much about it.

It was also not a mystery that he was a true Norman No Mates, which wasn’t difficult to understand since his social skills were disastrous. The memory of him screaming at Oliver Quick in O Week never left your mind, especially the sudden change of attitude when he lowered his head and responded to the sum that Felix's pet (as your friends called him) made. You watched the whole situation closely, with a lot of curiosity, since your tables were close.

After that, whenever he entered an environment, you wondered what he would do next. You never knew what to expect from Gavey.

He started fervent debates during classes, demonstrating unparalleled intelligence and self-confidence, in addition to a slight arrogance that made him look strangely hot. Obviously a dispute of nervous male egos originated from these discussions, which made you watch with veiled fun and irritation while remaining silent. You admired the way his brain worked for math, but you didn't understand how he could be so bad at dealing with other people.

Because of this, you chose to keep a considerable distance from the horizon of events that involved Michael and his complexity, and for a long time this worked perfectly well. Until that damn moment.

Feeling humiliated by the way that insolent worm acted when trying to take responsibility for the whole activity for yourself, as if you were incompetent and incapable, you immediately confronted him about such behavior when he went to your meeting at the end of the class while you collected your material.

"Excuse me?" You asked.

"I'll finish this by Saturday, no need to worry," he repeated condescendingly, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

"Do you think I won't participate? Or did you just choose to pretend that I don't exist?" You asked with your eyebrows furrowed, posture becoming more imposing.

He remained silent for a short moment, seeming to analyze the situation (or the best answer to it, you couldn't tell). He wasn't used to being so reluctant to say what he thought, so it was a surprise to see him using time to devise something.

"I don't like working in group, I thought it would be faster if I did everything," he looked down quickly, running away from your gaze.

"I also don't like working with other people and I didn't even think about excluding you," you replied.

“Of course you don't.” There it was. The veiled arrogance that you so hated, present in most of your classmates.

Few were your STEM classmates, since your class was mostly composed of resentful boys who did not know how to deal with a woman without seeing her as a less intelligent object. Luckily not everyone was like that and you managed to put together a really cool group.

When all you did was send a cold and angry look, Michael cleared his throat and tried to speak again, but you cut him off impatiently. "When you're less asshole look for me again, I think you have my Myspace."

Who did that little shit think it was to treat you like that? 'Of course you don't' He was so fucking pretentious! And that's because he almost couldn't keep eye contact for a long time.

Pathetic.

That skinny nerd tormented your thoughts for the rest of the afternoon and served as gossip between your friends. Predictable. The way he acted was not very different from what you imagined about his annoying self-sufficiency. And even so, there he was, stopping in front of your door (more nerdy than ever) with his laptop and notebook in hand, wearing a blue button striped shirt, black belt and cream pants. He had a terrible taste in clothes, although they totally reflected his personality, he was curious.

“I'd like to apologize for my behavior earlier, it wasn't cool,” he started as soon as you leaned carelessly against the door.

Interesting.

You considered it for a moment, looking at him before turning his back and clearing the way for him to enter your space. "It wasn't that hard, was it?" You pulled a chair for him and threw yourself dramatically on the bed before sitting down to face him, already well established and looking closely at your figure. "So... I assume you've already thought about the structure of the project."

Of course he had thought.

He opened the laptop and exposed his idea while showing some calculations in his notebook, and you made an effort to pay attention to what was said and what was sketched. Obviously his idea was good, great actually, incredibly structured and cohesive with what the professor wanted. But you also had some ideas and would like them to be taken into account, telling you what you had planned. Surprisingly, he showed to consider your suggestions, even praising them — you knew they were good, but not that his ego allowed you to visualize this. You suggested a division of parts that would be meticulously checked in a future meeting.

"As you have already started, I thought about staying with the second part, what do you think?" You asked.

"It's okay, I intend to finish tomorrow maybe, I'll forward some references by email to you."

“Sure.” It was all very bureaucratic and direct. You sneaked up to look at his laptop screen before looking at what he was typing. "I have some of these books here, but I'll look for the others."

And without realizing it, you got into a big problem.

The freshness that radiated from him flooded your senses gradually, looking too long at his neck and jaw...

He had such beautiful features and aquiline dirty blonde hair that it looked so soft. And those hands... those long fingers... no, no, no and no. You (your body) couldn't be heating up to Michael Gavey.

But it's been a while since some fun... and you were at a suggestive time of the month. Maybe... just maybe... It wasn't a bad idea. As you returned to sitting on the bed, specifically next to where his chair was, you analyzed him as he typed the references in the email. He was not bad looking, no, quite the opposite in fact.

He was handsome, really handsome. And you wanted him. You wanted Michael Gavey.

You wanted to fuck him.

Fuck that attitude.

But how? How would you approach that nervous nerd?

Your mind struggled to develop an effective approach. You didn't want to waste time, not with the heat that spread high between your legs. You just waited for him to send the damn email and close the laptop. "Do you want anything to drink?"

“I'm good. I think we ended up here, I'll try to finish my part quickly," he looked at the notebook that was on the pillow, which you anticipated to pick up and deliver it, standing up in a false farewell.

"Sure," and as soon as Michael got up with the notebook and laptop, you held his arms, gently removing the objects while placing them on your study table. "But I don't think you should go now," you used without a more seductive tone while holding his shoulders.

"What are you doing?" He asked still, tense, looking directly into your eyes.

“Are you dating someone?” You asked softly, getting closer, leaning your breasts against his chest.

"No, I'm not," he answered the obvious, but you wanted to hear the obvious with all the lyrics.

Stretching a short distance from his lips, you asked: "So can I kiss you?"

That same look seen earlier was present again, as if his mind worked hard to find a solution to the problem presented. His mouth opened minimally when he took a deep breath, this time his gaze fell on your lips. "Why do you want to kiss me?"

"Because I fucking want it."

And then you collided your lips with his in a demanding kiss that took a long time to be reciprocated, but when it was... oh boy. Michael held your waist and tried to keep up with your rhythm. He wasn’t so experienced, but his lips were soft and pleasant against yours, kissing you with so much enthusiasm that it made you dizzy.

It made you both dizzy.

He couldn't believe was happening — and that it was happening to you. You... gorgeous, sexy and intelligent. You with a nice and phenomenal ass, who he believed would never look at him twice. You, who kissed him on the tongue and moved his hands to your chest and ass and smoothed the back of his neck and massaged his shoulder. He'd never been kissed like that before. Had never touched a girl like that.

What the fuck was going on?

With the deepening of the kiss you felt a hardness to press against your belly, inhibiting a conscious smile while Michael struggled between apologizing or pretending that it was not happening. Fortunately, you didn't intend to let that be ignored. Your hand slid from the nape of his neck until it reached the increasing bulge, gently squeezing over his pants, making him moan against your lips. You squeezed again before breaking the kiss.

"I don’t wanna just kiss tonight."

Fuck. He couldn't believe what was going on.

He felt that he would cum right there if your hand kept rubbing his cock.

"Are you sure?" He asked uncertainty, still not convinced that you really wanted him that way. It was so fucking sudden, one minute he was collecting his things to leave and the next he was kissing you.

"All the certainty in the world, and you?" You sang against his lips.

"I-" that would be fucking embarrassing, you would laugh at him, "I want to but- I never-"

Oh. It wasn’t different from what you expected.

"It's okay, seriously, there's no reason to worry about it."

“... are you fucking me or something?” He asked weakly, looking at your beautiful face with lust, seriousness and insecurity. You've never seen him so vulnerable.

"Of course not, I want you Michael, I want that, but if you feel you're not comfortable we don't n-"

"I want that."

“Are you sure?”

“I'm fucking sure.”

He felt a chain of confidence run through his body and leaned over to kiss you. You wasted no time unbuttoning his shirt, groping his newly exposed soft torso. Michael almost sighed when receiving your soft touch, pulling the blouse out of your body and coming across exposed and already hardened breasts.

Fuck.

He almost moaned. They were the first tits he saw in person, it was more than exciting. He held them immediately, massaging, squeezing, experiencing...

"Not like that," you held his hands gently.

"Sorry, I never-"

“It's okay.”

Your hands landed on the belt and unbuttoned it, continuing to unbutton the pants that were urgently removed by him while you discarded your own and hovered only in panties, watching him get rid of the shoes as well. Michael had little time to get used to your half-naked figure, since with a mischievous smile, you slowly lowered your panties and left it accumulated on the floor. He felt his neck and face burn and cock pulse with your vision, contemplating for too long.

You touched him over his black underwear, feeling him hard and big, making him moan.

"I won't last long if you keep fucking touching me like that," he took a deep breath, closing his eyes.

"So why haven't you taken that off yet?" You shook his head, teasing him, watching him almost tear off his underwear and show off his cock in all splendor. He was packing, bigger than you expected, all pink, beautiful and anxious. “You have such a nice body,” you kissed him lazily, anticipation thrumming through you.

Michael felt himself in the clouds with your body pressed to his without any layer of fabric, but a big wave of anxiety hit him when you walked away to get a condom before gently guiding him to bed. “Relax, let me take control,” no foreplay would be necessary when you were already wet enough to receive it. "Take a deep breath and calm down, it's quite intense, try to be distracted by something else," you adjusted the condom to its length and saw it almost shake. That boy wouldn't last a minute.

He followed your instructions and concentrated as much as possible not to cum fast, holding firmly on your hips but nothing prepared him for your wet and hot folds.

Fuck, not even the best handjobs compare to your tight pussy going down on his cock. He moaned loudly when you rested against his groin, staring at where your bodies connected.

You bit your lips and closed your eyes, feeling deliciously full. He was bigger than average and had a delicious thickness that you would love to squeeze on your walls just to see him have a spasm, but I knew it would be too much for the beginning.

"When you want me to move, just say it."

Oh no, no! He was sure he would end up there even if you moved. "Don't move yet," he replied quickly, "Fuck," he closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

It was terribly satisfying to see him all vulnerable and red, without the usual arrogance and weirdness, and even better to have him inside you (albeit for a short time presumably). He thought about all the things he heard about sex all his life in those long seconds, filtering out what seemed more credible and useful. Think of something less sexy. It was fucking hard.

“Move.”

“Enjoy baby,” you slid gently up, resting your hands on his chest as you started an experimental and slow rhythm. “Mmm.”

So damn good.

Your juices made the movements easy and smooth, leaving him breathless whenever he was balls deep. The friction generated by the constancy of the movements made you two moan and the tightness on your waist increased. He was a fucking vision with disheveled hair, half-open mouth and crooked glasses, all docile while he was fucked dumb. The feeling of power over such an intelligent man was as exciting as sex, causing a presumptuous smile on your lips when you leaned over to kiss his milky neck, rubbing your body against his.

“Are you enjoying it?” You purred against his skin, kissing him superficially on the lips.

He was in the fucking clouds. And you knew that. Little shit.

He wrapped your body to move his hips against yours. He couldn't hold it anymore, he needed to cum. "I won't last long."

“It's okay, baby.”

Your tits jumped when you started riding it hard at a terrifying pace. He closed his eyes and felt his balls weigh every time you sat on his cock, holding your waist, your tits, your ass, everything you could while you allowed it.

"Fuck- I'm-" he moaned loudly and released his load on the condom, feeling a mind-blowing pleasure that paralyzed his senses and one pulled into a supermassive black hole. A thin layer of sweat covered his body, illuminating the reddish tone that covered it.

So beautiful.

Coming out of the top, you lay comfortably next to him, supporting a part of your peso on his chest while watching him struggling to stabilize his breathing. He still couldn't believe that it had finally happened, and especially with a girl like you.

“Are you here?” You asked after a while with a fun smile, although warm between his legs. He didn't know if he was, but he replied with a panting 'yes'. "Well, because we're not done yet."

What?

“What?” He asked.

“Sex is a two-way street baby, and I haven't come yet,” you purred softly against his ear, biting the lobe.

"I don't know when I'm going to get hard again," he confessed. Well, his brain was working again.

"You don't have these long fingers for nothing, Michael, and if you want it again you'll fuck me with them."

As much as he was affected by a sudden one, his sharp senses were awakened in the implication of a next time. He faithfully believed that hard work would lead him to maximum success in his life, he could not imagine otherwise in this situation. "How should I do that?"

You purred, taking his right hand and guiding it to your wet center. "Always start here if you want to make a girl cum," you circled your bud with his fingers, enjoying the delicious feeling, showing him the place before going down to your entrance. "Start with one finger, then add another."

He followed your instructions firmly, sticking a long finger and pumping slowly. "Not so slow," you bit your lower lip, somewhat impatiently waiting for the development of a slow orgasm. You needed to cum hard. Taking his hand, you held your middle finger and attached it to your index finger. “Faster.”

And although inexperienced and a little strong sometimes, his fingers felt fucking good on your walls, reaching the sweet point that made your feet's fingers curl. “Keep going, mm.”

"Can I kiss you?"

“Yes.”

Michael collided his lips on yours in a kiss full of tongue and teeth, staying on top while he fucked you with his fingers. He was hypnotized by the sounds you were making, by the warmth of your body, by the taste of your mouth...

“I'm close!”

You couldn't believe that that sleeky nerd of all people was giving you such pleasure.

Michael got up abruptly and used the hand that held his weight to circle your clitoris, making your eyes close with the construction of an abrasive orgasm. He pumped faster, watching your body squirm and your back arch.

“Michael- I'm gonna-" your whole body trembled when the coil burst and a hot pleasure flooded your senses, holding the sheets and closing your legs with the strong spasms.

It was the hottest thing he'd ever seen in his life. And he did that. He made you cum. Michael was still very stunned with everything that happened, watching your figure before being pulled to lie next to you. You rested your head on his chest with a satisfied and tired smile, giving light kisses on his skin, relaxed with the post-orgasm fog.

“Did you like it?” You asked to break the ice.

"You've already asked better questions," he joked with a hoarse laugh, "Of course I fucking liked it."

“Mmm, I like to make sure,” you replied, facing his beautiful blue eyes behind the slightly blurred lenses.

Having your body so close (and with everything that happened) Michael felt his cock contract and a new electric current run through his body. "So there's going to be a next time?"

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gadriezmannsgirl · 1 year

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what relationship headcanons do you think gavi would have ?

I'm not english and being honest, the way, you, my dear anon, asked me this, made me wonder a bit... But I got your point and this is it☺️

Gavi Dating

Ok, we have to have clear something.

I feel like when Gavi falls in love... He falls hard

So he's ready to do everything for his partners happiness and well being

Love language is definitely touching

Hand holding, arm around the shoulder pulling her close to him, hand on her thigh

Neither much nor little

Isn't the type of going out so much, rather stays in

Either just him and his partner or with family or friends

I also feel like, yes, the first thing Gavi would be attracted to would be his partners outside beauty

But eventually after getting to know her better, he would be head over heels for other aspects of her

He probably would fall even before starting the relationship

Would talk about her to his parents and teammates a lot

He would also surprise her with flowers randomly, getting her a nice present or anything. He would like to spoil his partner

Because he feels like she deserves it

If his partner doesn't know how to cook, then he would try his best and learn for the two of them.

You can't always eat junky food, even if you want to

But if his partner does know how to cook, he would annoy her by stealing some food, distracting her while frying something or something among the lines

I feel like he would love first, but won't actually say it first

He can be everything but he can get also nervous

And that would be one of those times

Although he says it

He also shows it

Sends good morning, good evening, through-the-day and good night texts

He would always think of his partner

If she has a drivers licence

He's the passenger princess

Until he gets his, then its his partners turn to be passenger princess

And sometimes rotating to both be passenger princesses

He would love to gossip with his partner

About everything and everyone

If his partner is Latina, he wouldn't have any problem speaking Spanish all day and teaching some Spaniard slang

If she's Spaniard then ¡Hostia tía, joder!

If she's European/American he would love to teach her some Spanish words and would learn her language

He wouldn't like the fact, his girl is too pretty and attracts every male's attention

If she's stressed he would do a spa-day care for the two of them

He would let himself be babied by his girl too

He would be her best friend, partner in crime and lover

All in one

And he would be the best

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ohtobeleah · 1 year

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AAAHHHHHH LEAH YOU CANT LEAVE US HANGING LIKE THAT WITH TERMS OF ENDEARMENT!

You know I can anything I want right? because I can and I will leave you on yet another cliffhanger. Masterlist is linked here.

WARNINGS: Mentions of graphic domestic violence issues. Heavy and mature theme of domestic violence ahead. Do not read if you aren't comfortable reading about those issues. (Please also keep in mind this is not me glorifying abuse, but highlighting the long-term effects that domestic abuse can have on those directly exposed.)

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It was meant to be a holiday to the California Coast, something to break the day in day out mundane routine of home. But you felt somewhat naive to believe that while on holidays things would be any different to what they were at home. If anything? Things were much much worse. On holiday on the California Coast was where your final straw was pulled. You had to escape, you had to leave because the signs were all there, written in bright red ink. You were fighting for your life now, for your daughter's life, no more games or tolerance.

“You can cancel my bank cards, you can push me around, you can beat me black and blue but you will never win because I don't love you anymore!” You shouted as you stood on the opposite side of the king bed that Jaidyn did. Putting something between you so that he couldn't lungs at you. “The only mistake I ever made was staying this long, not speaking up and telling everyone the truth.” You knew threatening him wasn't the best idea, but you wanted him to know that at this moment you weren't afraid of him although deep down you were terrified. “I kept my mouth shut because I thought that's what a good partner did–I didn't want any of this to be true so I stayed silent–I kept quiet!” You chuckled softly to yourself in disbelief that this was your life, that you'd put up with this abuse for so long because you thought that this was love, that this was as good as you were going to get, that this was all you deserved. “I don't think you ever loved me, if you did you wouldn't treat me like a hostage! A slave that you can just take and take and take from!”

“Shut the fuck up!” Jaiydn hissed as he tried to make his way to you only for you to step back and move around the bed. “Just you wait until I get my fucking hands on you your stupid bitch!” He spat, anger evident in his eyes as he balled his fist and pointed at you. “I’m gonna kill you–” Again, you just chuckled almost maniacally, shaking your head because it was now or never.

“But not anymore, I am leaving! I am taking my child! I am walking out this goddamn door and I swear if you try to stop me I will scream and I won't stop screaming!”

It didn't matter how much you screamed in the Air BnB, no one was coming to help you. Jaiydn had called your bluff and completely decimated you. He beat you black and blue until your ribs were broken and your eye socket was shattered. You screamed so loud you eventually lost your voice. That only made it easier for him to have his way with you–against your will because without a voice how do you say no?

“One more sip for me darlin.’” He cooed as he tipped your chin up and poured the burning liquor down your throat. The bottle nearly empty as you laid bloodied, beaten and bruised between Jaidyns legs. “Good girl.” You swallowed, crying, a gentle sob escaped past your broken lips as you coughed at the sting of a drip running down your chin over lacerations. “See? Isn’t it just so easy to do as your fucking told instead of being a physotic cunt?”

Drunk, Jaidyn pushed you into a heap on the floor as he got up. Kicking you in your stomach one final time for good measure. Smirking at the sound you made. He loved the way you looked so helpless, all because of him.

“I'm gonna go down the road to the casino with a few buddies of mine who are in the area.” He explained as you laid with your head spinning from the amount of alcohol you'd been forced to drink in such a small amount of time. “Might even bring some of the boys back for some fun too.” He threatened. “Since you wanna act like a fucking whore, ill hire you out like one.”

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“Jaidyn?”

When Bradley had seen the way you paused in your tracks like you’d walked right into an investable brick wall, he knew something was seriously wrong. Unclipping his seatbelt as quickly as he could before jumping out of the car. His imminent response was to grab your daughter. No question or hesitation about it.

“Hey slugga–” Bradley cooed as he unclipped Odette from her carseat. She was in hysterics. “Shhh you’re alright bubba, hey, none of that.” Holding her to his chest trying to soothe her worries, Bradley shut the door once he knew Dot was okay and that she was safe in his strong arms. “You’re okay darling girl, I got you.” He’d do anything for her—without question.

“Mamma–” Dot cried out as Bradley rounded the front of the car, coming to stand beside you but just a little in front. He wanted to be a barrier for whatever had frightened you. It didn't take Bradley long at all to figure out what was going on. He was privy to your ex’s sudden appearance in North Island and despite Jake's constant taunting about Braldleys intellectual capacity–he didn't need a degree in aerospace engineering to put two and two together. The man standing before you, the man who had hit Jake's car at the T-intersection, was Jaiydn Dolan.

“Sugar Plum oh how i've missed you!” Jaidyn beamed as he stepped forwards and tried to reach out for his daughter who seemed to recoil at his gesture. Curling her little hands into the fabric of Bradleys shirt as she clung to him for dear life. Hiding her face in the space between his shoulder and chest, her tears still falling freely down her traumatised cheeks.

“Reach for her like that again and you’ll lose both your damn hands.” Bradley hissed as you stepped a little further behind him. He’d never seen you like this before, so closed off and scared. He’d remembered quite well how quiet and in your own shell you were when he’d first met you–but it was nothing like the display he was seeing now. You were beyond that of terrified. “You hit my friend's car, I'm gonna need your insurance and stuff to get the damage covered.” Bradley puffed his chest as your ex eyed him down. “Unless you want me to call the cops and have them come down here?” Jaidyn smirked, it made you feel sick to your stomach when he turned to look at you hiding behind Bradley's left shoulder.

“So this is who fell for your fucking bullshit huh?” He chuckled wildly as he stepped back, spitting a glob of spit and blood out of his mouth. It looked as if he’d been a victim of his own airbag too. Rooster still had blood dripping from his nose, it stained the hairs on his moustache an orangey iron colour. Yours did the same, only the blood that ran down went strain into your mouth. Both having been victims of the force of those airbags. “She's a trainwreck man, drags whoevers around her down into the dirt.” Jaidyn thought he was being smart, degrading you in such a public way. Bradley wasn't going to stand for it, turning to face you as he passed you Dot. “Bitch took my fucking daughter away from me.”

“Brad–” You tried to protest but your voice was caught in your throat. Soft and barely audible. Rooster could see it in your eyes–you knew just how bad of a situation this was, probably more so than Bradley could understand himself. But like Pete had told him, he had to protect his family.

“Take Dot.” Passing you your daughter, Bradley kissed the top of your forehead. Suddenly nothing else mattered more than keeping her safe, it was the very reason you had run in the first place. “Walk to the park across the street, call Jake–tell him what happened.” Rooster was a rather happy go lucky kinda guy. He’d always found a way to make you laugh, make you smile. But right now? His voice, the tone he projected—had never sounded so serious.

“I don't wanna rui–”

“You could never ruin Christmas.” Bradley knew what you were going to say before you even finished your sentence. “Go, call Jake, get her out of here–once you’ve called Jake I want you to call Penny and tell her we need a ride, can you do that for me?” Bradley asked as he cupped your face–you were too busy looking over his shoulder. “Hey, Y/n? Look at me.” You snapped out of the haze that had clouded your gaze, looking Bradley in the eye as he got down to your eye level. “I'm not gonna let anything happen to you.”

When Jaiydn had left, you used the phone in the Air Bnb to call a taxi, specifically requesting a female driver. You knew it was a long shot but you thought you could appeal to her natural instincts.

“Come on baby, Mums okay–” You cried as you stumbled out the door and sat on the curb waiting for the taxi. “I've got you baby.” Dot had been screaming the entire time Jaidyn was laying into you. She was so scared, the little girl locked in a room all by herself for at least two solid hours. “I'm so sorry, but we’re going baby, we’re okay.” You weren't sure who you were trying to convince at this stage, you or your daughter. But as the taxi pulled up you knew you only had once change.

“Ma'am are you alright?” The taxi driver asked as she rolled down the passenger side window as you stood.

“I don't have any money.” You needed her to understand that first and foremost. “But I need to get to forty nine Wallows Street, North island.” Jake's address, he’d given it to you a few weeks ago before Jaidyn took your phone. “If you don't take me? He’s gonna kill us both.” You tried to remain strong, keep your shoulders squared and your chin held high. But you'd never felt more broken. “My partner is gone but he’s coming back and if I'm here when he gets home he's going to kill us.”

“Did he do this to you?” She asked, you could tell by her eyes she was thinking about the pros and cons of getting involved in a situation like this. So you nodded, confirming her question as you held your daughter on your hip. The taxi driver whose name you later learn was Mary, could smell the alcohol on you as you stood outside the taxi. “Well alright then, get in.”

“Thankyou–” You sobbed, opening the back door and sliding in. “Thank You so much.” Reaching out for her shoulder, Mary cupped your hand in response.

“I'm not gonna let anything happen to you.” She smiled at you through the rear view mirror. “North Island it is.”

“Y/n?” Bradley rubbed the pads of his thumbs against your cheek, bringing you back to reality. “You hear me? I’ve got you.” It was the most sincere thing you ever heard. “I’m not gonna let anybody hurt you ever again, I’ve got you.” Bradley Bradshaw was a born protector, he was brought up to believe that to protect those you love was the most important thing you could ever do. In what form that protection came didn’t really matter, but right now in the moment he stood between you and your ex he knew that he’d lay his life down for you. No question, no hesitation.

“Okay—“ You mumbled, nodding at Bradley’s reassurance that he had your back. “I’ll ring Jake, then call Penny.” You didn’t want to hang around for too much longer, lingering in the presence of the man who tried to kill you made you feel sick. “I’ll be in the park.”

“I’ll be right behind you.” Bradley’s eyes never left your back as he watched you hurry off with Dot, looking over your shoulder periodically as people who stood on the corners of the sidewalks watched on at the aftermath of the moderate Christmas Day car accident. Knowing nothing deeper than what it was on the surface.

“Till we meet again sweetheart, I'm so glad I finally found you!” Jaidyn barked with a sinister smile. Waving you off as Bradley turned his attention back to your ex. “You know we’re engaged right?” Jaidyn taunted Bradley as he stood there thinking of all the things he wanted to do to him. If he could, without consequence, Rooster would put Jaiydn into the dirt. But he couldn’t. “Got her the prettiest ring and everything—so ungrateful—“

Choosing to ignore the revelation that you had been engaged, knowing it was most likely against your will, Bradley balled the fabric of Jaidyns t-shirt into his first and pulled him close.

“Listen to me because I'm only gonna say this once.” Gritting his teeth and clenching his jaw until the vein in his neck popped, Rooster saw red. He saw the man who had hurt you, who you trusted to take care of you, who betrayed every level of trust there was to break.“You even so much as think about looking at her the wrong way ill fucking kill you–do you hear me?”

“I don't even know who you are, man! lay off–” Jaidyn shoved at Rooster's chest as he stepped back. “She’s got you all convinced she’s some damsel in distress hasn't she?” With one swing, Rooster's fist was connecting with Jaidyns jaw, a crack as loud as thunder could be heard from those who watched on. As Jaidyns stumbled and doubled over, Rooster shook his hand, surely to bruise up nicely in the next few hours or so. But he didn't mind all that much, it would be a small sacrifice to pay to keep you and your daughter safe. Bradley wanted it known that he wasn't messing around, that he was serious and he would do anything to protect you and Odette.

“Come near those girls–” Rooster hissed, towering over Jaidyn as he held his jaw and groaned out a pained sigh. "And I'll make sure you end up breathing through a tube.” Bradley had never felt such disrespect for someone else, but where he came from and with the men in his life who raised him right, there were only two words he’d used to describe a man who hits women. A little bitch. “And I'm not bluffing either, man.”

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Jake Seresin sat at his family's dining table amongst his extended family tapping his leg relentlessly under the table. His knee bounced in with anxiety as he tapped his phone screen to see if he’d missed any calls or text since having spoken to Bradshaw earlier that same morning.

“How's everything going in your neck of the woods Jakey?” His cousin asked as she nursed her son. “You still out at North–” Before Jake's cousin could even finish her question, Jake was jumping up from his seat at the sight of your name lighting up his caller ID.

“Hey Fe, Merry Chris–”

“I lied.” Jake's heart instantly broke at the sound of your sobs. “I lied, we aren’t okay.” Your sobs quickly turned into a small pathetic laugh before turning right back into sobs as you sat on the bench in the park. Dot at your feet entertaining herself with a few rocks. A little girl with such creative imagination everything and anything could be a toy. She’d calmed down when she noticed you were walking over to the park. “Jaidyn–” You didn't need to finish your sentence or explain anything more before Jake was making his way upstairs to pack his stuff.

“I'm coming home.”

“He hit your car–” Jake frowned as he held his phone between his ear and shoulder. Packing his stuff into his suitcase haphazardly as he heard footsteps coming up the stairs. “We were driving back from Penny and Mavs and he just came out of nowhere.”

“Hang on.” Jake had to stop what he was doing for a moment as his mother stepped into his childhood room. “He hit my car as in, he purposefully caused an accident?” Jake was fuming, his face had turned a nice shade of red and he was sure his core temperature had risen a few degrees. “Are you okay?” Jake started on all the necessary questions he needed an answer too immediately before his heart exploded out of his goddamn chest. “Is Dot alright? Bradshaw?”

“Yeah Jake.” You sighed. “We’re all alright, just a little shaken and I dunno if he did it on purpose or if it was just some fucked up coincidence but the cars fucked Jake im so sorry.” Again, Your sobs broke Jake's heart. “I'm in the park with Dot, Bradley told me to call Penny for a lift because we can’t drive the car back to yours.”

“Where's Rooster?” Jake asked nearly panicked. He knew what Rooster could be capable of if given the chance and the right motive. “Is he not with you?”

“He's still with the car, said something about needing to get insurance.”

“Bull fuck he wants insurance.” Jake mumbled to himself as he threw the last few articles of clothing into his suitcase. “Listen, stay where you are, but when Roosters finished with his dick measuring contest, don't you dare leave his side, you got it?” Jake couldn't see you but he knew you nodded in response. “I’ll be on the first flight back–”

“What?” You heard Jake's mother in the background, but for once in your life you wanted to be selfish, you needed Jake to come back. Come home. You weren't going to tell him to stay in Texas when you needed him here with you and Dot and Bradley in North Island. “What do you mean you’re going back, what's going on?”

“I got a family emergency.” Jake explained and your heart melted for a moment amongst the chaos. “I gotta go home ma, end of story.”

“All your family is here Jake, what do you mean a family emergency!?” You really didn't mean to eavesdrop, but you could hear everything loud and clear over the phone.

“Not everyone ma, I've got family in North Island too and something just happened, I gotta go home, end of story alright.”

“Jake?” You whispered as you watched Dot entertain herself. “I really am sorry, for everything–”

“Nothing to be sorry about, I'll see you when I get home.” There was nothing else to discuss, it was an open and shut conversation. Jake hung up before his mother could figure out who was on the other end of the line. Watching like a hawk as Jake zipped up his suitcase. “I really do have to go, I'm sorry–I'll just have to make it up to you another time?”

“It's Christmas Day Jacob.” Jake's mother couldn't have been more disappointed even if she had tried to hide it. Not like she was through. “What am I supposed to tell your father?”

“Exactly what I told you” you and Odette were Jake's family. He’d already beaten himself up enough for letting you stay with Jaidyn for as long as you did, but he didn't know how bad it had gotten because you were just so bloody good at hiding it. He should have known something was wrong when you’d stopped returning his calls and text a few months before you showed up on his doorstep in the middle of the night. He couldn’t take what he didn’t do sooner back—but he had a chance to do something that mattered now:

“That I have a family emergency.”

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“Penny and Mav are on their way.” By the time Rooster had made his way over to you in the park, you were a shaking mess. “Said they wouldn’t be too long.” Coming to sit beside you, Bradley didn’t draw you close. He didn’t wrap his arm around your shoulder or kiss your cheek like he normally would. Instead, he just sat beside you—waiting for you to feel comfortable enough to be touched. “Jake said you were having a dick measuring competition.” Bradley’s lips turned into a small almost unidentifiable smirk as you turned your head to look at him. “He’ll be on the first flight back.”

“You reckon he did it on purpose?” Bradley asked as your eyes fell to his hands, his knuckles were a nice shade of red. Bloodshot capillaries had started to form some subtle bruising, a light dusting on dried blood had formed a thin layer on top of the cuts. Reaching out to take his hand in yours, you turned your attention back to Dot who was happily collecting different coloured leaves as she waddled around close by. “Kinda seems like it was premeditated.”

“Oh, oh no he definitely knew it was us in the car, which makes me wonder how long he’s been following me.” It was a terrifying concept to think about. How long had Jaidyn had his eyes on you? How long had he been in North ISland for and more importantly, did he know where you were living? Did he know where you and your beautiful daughter had been staying since you ran. Did he know that the lock on Jake's front door was slightly broken and sometimes doesn't lock properly? “Bradley, I can't stay here.”

“I figured you’d think that as much.” Rooster knew this conversation was coming. He knew it was going to have to be one he had with you the minute he saw you standing there looking as if you’d seen a ghost. With his knees on his knees, Rooster watched Odette as she flew off with the fairies, in her own little imaginative world, so blissfully unaware of the imminent danger that loomed for you and her alike. “Let's be rational about this though.”

“If he’s here? you aren’t safe, Jake isn’t safe, my daughter isn’t safe—“ You were once again putting everyone around you before yourself. “It was so selfish of me to bring you into this.” Wiping away your tears, Bradley brought his arm up around your shoulders as you fell into his chest. Crying. “I never should have let me guard down and I never should have let you get close, because he’s fucking right, I drag everyone down around me.” It broke Braldey heart to see you like this, a woman with such a fire and grace repressed to such a level of self worth it was basically non-existent. “I can't let you get involved with him, he's too dangerous.”

“I think you’re forgetting that I want to be here.” Bradley wasn’t going to argue with you, he knew that would do any good. He knew if he told you to stay that that could come across like he was forcing you to, you were your own person. Beautiful and brilliant in every way. He didn't ever want you to feel trapped with him, that you couldn't make your own choices in life. But he needed you to know truthfully and wholeheartedly that he'd cross oceans and move mountains for you. “So if you’re thinking about running again, just know—I’m coming with you.”

“What?” You asked as you sat back up, rubbing your running nose on the back of your sleeve. Dried blood that had remained in your nose seeping out as you cried. It wasn't all that attractive, but nevertheless Bradley reached out to wipe it all away with the cuff of his jumper. “Why would you do that? Your whole life is here?”

“My whole life is sitting right next to me.” Bradley cooed. “So if you wanna go, we’ll go, but hear me out alright?” You simply nodded in response. “If you keep running every time he catches up? Are you ever gonna be able to move on?”

“He’ll kill me if I stay.” It was a fact as immutable as gravity. “You and Jake playing heroes and getting the rulers out and saying I'll be safe when I won’t be won't change anything because he's psychotic!” It was one of the biggest contributing factors as to why you hadnt reported Jaidyn to the police when you had so many chances to.

“What would change if you left now and he just found you in the next town?” Bradley asked as calmly as ever, knowing it was a fact that wouldn’t change if you ran. “If you run he’ll just find you again and you’ll forever be stuck in the cycle.”

“It's just a high price I'm willing to pay to go free.” You replied, sitting with Bradley in the middle of the park. “Listen Bradshaw.” You smiled, reaching out the cup Bradleys cheek, a light scruff against his cheek tickled your palm. “I really like you, like a lot.” You wanted to say you loved him, truly. But it just wasn't the right time. “You're probably the only man who's ever gonna look at me the way you do and I can't thank you enough for what you've done for me and Dot.”

“I sense a but is coming.” Rooster chuckled as he leaned into your touch. Admiring you like a love sick puppy. Not trying to hide his admiration for you in the slightest bit.

“But you’re too good to lower your standards for me.” It left like someone had pulled directly on the strings of his heart. A sharp pain resonating deep in his chest when you said that you thought you weren't good enough for him.

“Too bad–” Bradley shrugged as he pulled you closer, letting your head fall against his shoulder. “Listen to me okay, because I just dont think it's sinking in.” He wasn't going to let you live a life where you thought you were less than others.

“You're gonna get caught in a mess you won't be able to get out of, Rooster, now that He’s here I can't even begin to imagine the havoc he’ll cause.” Bradley knew you were going to put up an honest fight, it was in your inherent nature. You’d been doing that since day one so to expect any less than a solid conversation at the very least wouldn't be his own fault. Mentally cracking his knuckles and neck, Bradly settled in for a fight, ready to plead his case.

“Why don't we stop talking about your ex for five minutes and talk about you?” It sounded firmer than he probably meant it to come across, but nevertheless you sat up a little straighter and frowned your brows.

“Okay.” Hesitancy laced your tone and Braldye immediately softened next to you. He knew this whole situation was hard to be in and would be even harder to navigate. But lucky for you he was pretty good at working a GPS.

“Your Ex can get–” Before Rooster could get into his novel of a statement as to why he thought you should stay, Dot was leaning against your legs with a pouty bottom lip.

“Mamma, I wanna go home.” She cooed with tired eyes as her little fist came up to rub at them. It melted your heart as you picked you up. Cuddling her, fixing her hair. Kissing her cheek. She was everything to you.

“I know baby I know, me too–but we’re just waiting for Penny and Pete.”

“O’Tay.” Dot replied softly as her gaze turned up at Bradley. “Can I sit on your lap Toosters?” She asked politely. It still amazed you how quickly she’d grown attached to Brdley Bradshaw. It frightened you a little because what if this just didn't work out? Again your daughter would go without a father figure in her life. Not that you were insinuating Bradley was, but he was surely doing a hell of a lot more than her biological father ever did.

“Sure Baby, here.” Bradley reached out and took Dot from your lap, gently placing her on his as he bounced his knee to rock her gently. She was exhausted. A little girl in a big scary world. Once Dot had settled in Roosters lap, his arms encapsulating her, he turned all his attention back onto you. “Now as I was saying, enough about that pissant.” He started. “I wanna life with you Y/n I don't think I could be any more clear about that.”

“You're stupid if you think a life with me is worth fighting for.” You chuckled at the sentiment although it made you blush. It made you feel all fuzzy inside. Even while you were staring down the fact that your very dangerous, very unpredictable ex was now in town, Bradley Bradshaw still found a way to make you smile.

“Okay, you can definitely hold back a little on the degradation there.” He laughed as Dot cuddled into his chest a little more, sucking her thumb as her eyelids fluttered. Listening to the lub dub rhythm of her Toosters heart. “You and your daughter have been nothing but a blessing since you moved here, and it's not my fault you made me fall in love with you, so technically you're just gonna have to accept the fact that you're stuck with me because I'm not going anywhere anytime soon.”

“But what about–” You tried to argue, you just weren't used to being loved. Being wanted, being needed. Bradley couldn't blame you, he hated to compare you to a dog but it was like he'd rescued an abused dog from the shelter. At first they'd be a little standoffish, but soon enough they'd realise they're loved and in a safe place. A home. It was the same premise with you, he just needed to work you over, brick by brick.

“Fuck your ex Y/n, fuck him!” Bradley scoffed. “He doesn't get to dictate your happiness or what you do with your life or who you choose to love or don’t love or where you live.” You sat silent next to Rooster as he rocked your daughter to sleep. You caught yourself for a moment falling into a daydream where you and Rooster could just play house, be happy and in love without all the drama and fuss. “He doesn't have a claim to you anymore and if he tries to mess with you? If he tries to come near you or Odette or so much as breathes in your direction, there's not a single thing I wouldn't do to protect you both.” It was a massive sentiment. You’d never ask Rooster to fight your battles for you, but knowing he would willingly meant a whole lot to you. More than he’d probably ever know.

“I think Penny and Pete are here.” You sighed softly as you saw the silver sedan pull up to the curbside.

“Don't change the subject Y/L/N.” Bradley smirked as he eyed you off, never taking his eyes off you for a moment. “So, if you wanna go, we’ll go and we’ll pack whatever you need and we’ll leave tonight.” Standing up, Rooster readjusted Odette to his hip before holding out his hand for you to take. Helping you stand from the bench you'd been occupying. “But–if you wanna stay? You’ll be surrounded by people who love you and who care about you and who just want you and this beautiful daughter of yours to feel safe and loved.” You weren't necessarily ignoring what Rooster was saying as you walked side by side slowly through the park, but you weren't directly answering his questions either.

“Jakes just gonna tell me i'd be crazy to leave isn't he?” You shook your head as you let out a frustrated groan. “Fuck this is such a mess–”

“Oh yeah big time.” Rooster agreed with a nod, pressing his lips together in a firm line as he slung his arm around your shoulder. “He’ll probably handcuff you to the dresser too if you say you wanna leave, but I think we’ll have a solid few hours to remove all the handles from all the draws he could possibly cuff you to before he gets back.” Laughing together as you approached Penny's car, you thought for a second what Rooster would think of Jake if he knew how you and Jaidyn originally got together. You knew Jake hated himself for it, still to this day he’d mention from time to time just how sorry he really is. He blamed himself for everything you'd ever been through.

“I can only imagine the foul as fuck mood hes gonna be in when he gets home.”

“That sounds like we’ll be here when he does get home?” Bradley raised a single brow as he walked with you over to Penny's car. Holding a sleepy Dot on his hip. “And well, honestly he has a right to be pissed– I mean, no man should get away with what he's done to you Y/n.”

“Yeah, but it's not just that.” You sighed as you stopped in your tracks, wondering if you should even tell Bradley what you were about to tell him.

“Then what?” He asked curiously with a puzzled expression plastered across his face. You pressed your lips together knowing it wasn't all that deep but still gave Bradley another puzzle piece to play with. Letting him in a little more each and every day. Letting him decided for himself if he should stay or if he should hightail it the fuck out of dodge.

“Jakes the one who set me up with Jaidyn in the first place.”

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partnerlesspansexual · 8 months

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Sensory Swing

(Hobie Brown/Spiderpunk x Autistic!GN!reader)

(summary: You had quite the overwhelming day, so you decide to come home and chill out in your sensory swing. Hobie, however, doesn't like feeling left out)

After coming home from work, your day filled with sensory overwhelming activities, you decide to take some time to yourself and relax in your sensory swing.

So, after kicking off your shoes and chucking your jacket onto it's assigned hook, you head upstairs to your bedroom for some well deserved (and needed) unwind time. You shut the door behind you and begin to undress, your itchy work uniform worsening the buzz going on in your brain; after removing your uniform, you put on your favourite snuggly hoodie and slip into your comfiest bed socks.

You of course need a snack to keep you occupied, so you uncover your secret stash of fruit roll ups that you keep under your side of the mattress.

To block out the noise of the busy London streets, you promptly shut the windows, put in your ear buds and start playing (*insert favourite artist*); now that you're fully prepared, you hop into your sensory swing, close your eyes and snuggle down, embracing the long awaited comfort of your own home.

A while later, you feel someone's breath on your face; and knowing full well who it is, you slowly open your eyes to see Hobie gazing at you as he hangs upside down from the ceiling with his mask lifted just above his mouth, classic spiderman style.

"You're so cliché, you know that right?"

You say quietly, not wanting to disrupt the peaceful vibe you've got going on.

"What? Can't a guy just appreciate his partner without being made fun of?"

Hobie asks, his tone laced with mock offence.

"Nope. Sorry babes, but thems the rules"

You respond, a smug smile plastered across your face. Hobie chuckles and plants a gentle kiss on the tip of your nose.

"Anyways, what're you up to, my little rioter?"

He asks as he hops down from the ceiling and starts to undress himself out of his spidersuit.

"Nothing much, just trying to de-stress a little. I had a really overwhelming day and I just... I just need to chill, y'know?"

You say tiredly as you offer him an exhausted smile. He returns the smile with a hint of sympathy as he sits down on the bed in front of you, wearing only his boxers and a baggy tank top.

"I'm sorry 'bout that, love. I know it's especially hard for you to get through the day, but you always do, no matter how tough it gets; and I admire you so much for that"

You blush and smile, his admiration warming your heart.

"So, what're you listening to? Bet it's something super cool"

He says as he fires his finger guns at you

"Just (*insert favourite artist here*). They always help calm me down"

You reply as Hobie nods

"Ah, I see. Very cool. Mind if I join you? I promise I won't disrupt your peaceful vibes"

Hobie asks, not wanting to feel left out. You chuckle at his pleas, take out one of your ear buds and chuck it at him

"Only if you promise to be quiet"

You say sternly but jokingly

"Cross my heart, hope to die"

He says quietly as he pops the ear bud in and lays back on the bed, resting his arms behind his head. You smile and snuggle back into your swing, happy to know that you're with someone who not only loves you unconditionally, but understands you. Really understands you. A moment passes before you speak again, your voice low but audible.

"Hobie?"

"Yeah, babes?"

"...

I love you"

Hobie chuckles as a warm blush spreads across his dark cheeks

"I love you too, my little rioter"

(Please forgive the astronomical levels of cringe, this is my first fanfic and I have a lot to learn)

#hobie brown x reader #hobie brown x gn!reader #Hobie Brown x autistic!reader #autism #neurodivergent

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astroyongie · 1 year

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How would TXT react if they made their partner cry?

Like in either an argument or just generally sm they said or did.

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And I hope you don’t mind but i hope it’s ok that some of my asks I send over and over and over again 😂😂 please do tell if you find that annoying

I only do this because you say that some of the asks get lost or don’t reach you that’s why

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How Would TXT React On Making Their S/O Cry ?

Yeonjun

Once he sees you cry, he will be confused at first

He will wonder why you are crying and what he might have said that made you cry

however, Yeonjun isn't the type to feel regretful

because whatever he said, he meant it

he just maybe didn't say it correctly

so emotionally speaking he is quite unbalanced

because he doesn't like to admit he was wrong

and for him, he did the right thing

but seeing you hurt , also hurts him

Yeonjun would however try to comfort you

He doesn't say sorry with words

but he will try to cuddle you

to pet your hair

get you some food or just take you to the bedroom, coutch so you guys can talk it out

Soobin

Internally he is feeling like crap

he just can't help but feel you cry and he is the type to probably cry too

I just know that he feels guilty a lot

he probably tries to blame himself so you don't feel bad

like he meant what happened

he meant the words he has said

but seeing you cry makes him feel like shit

and he hates knowing he was the reason for it

Soobin will try to find a common ground

he will try to talk it out with you

so you guys can find a solution to the problem

and so you can just stop crying

he is probably beating himself up for that

Beomgyu

The mix feelings

because he really depends on why he made you cry

what was the situation

because he can either be extremely heartless and not care at all

of either, he will hate himself to every bit because of what he made you feel

he definitely is battling himself when he sees you cry because of him

Depending on the decision he will decide how to feel about the situation

but In any case, he will feel hurt too

because your connection with him is deep

Beomgyu is impulsive

however, he hates seeing you cry anyway and he will probably try to solve things on the stop

however, if you aren't available he will just walk away

he will give you all he types until you come for him so you guys can solve things

depending on how he calms down he might say sorry to you

Taehyun

Honestly, Taehyun is a little bit like Beomgyu

meaning that his feelings will depend on the reason why you are crying

what was the reason you guys were arguing in the first place

because even if he goes overboard if he thinks you deserved it will be complicated for him to even feel empathetic towards you

although seeing you cry makes him boil with rage against himself

because how dares he

it's just. whole complicated situation

Taehyun probably leaves you alone to reflect and to calm down

he doesn't want to make it worst knowing that he is probably too impulsive

and he knows you don't want him close

he will come back to you after a while tho

so you guys can talk it out and solve things

he won't say sorry but he will make it up to you on his way

Kai

Just like the rest f the boy, it's a complicated situation

because he hates seeing you cry

he really hates it

and he feels it in his bones and he hates himself for making you cry

but also depending on the situation he will either apologize and beat himself up

or he will just think you called for it and it's not his fault

so it really depends

but anyway he does hate to see you cry

he is a little more heartedly tho

because Kai would come to see you

he will try to comfort you and hug you through it

will stay silent and just provide his warmth

until you feel ready to talk it out with him

he hates when you cry really

but his ego is also very present

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zv5x · 1 year

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i could go rabid for some yandere! jesse pinkman rn. imagine he knows that the people he loves are jeopardized and end up dead, so he is absolutely sure that you are kept a secret. he tells no one about you, not even mr. white, and (somehow) has a way to keep you out of the public eye—whether he has you physically kept within his house or if he finds a way to manipulate you into relying on him for safety, falsifying threats and isolating you. he’s so sweet and soft to you and so unforgiving to anyone who poses the slightest risk to you

something that would also be interesting is to think about how yandere! jesse would act toward his darling in that period of life when he has lost everything and is completely numb. his life is so dark and you are his only glimpse of what is good and kind and pure. he will give everything to protect that. imagine he goes out drinking and comes home wasted and so numb that all he wants to do is have you hold him while he cries. even if you are a hostage, you reluctantly oblige because you can see the good intentions in even the most morally questionable people

just my word salad thoughts of the night. i adore your writing, btw :)

ANON….ur mind >>>

If only he had the words to describe how truly terrible the world could be. It would give, just to see the look on your face when it takes. It was almost if something higher enjoyed placing these kinds of people with him and putting him in these kinds of situations. This had been a reality that Jesse was forced to accept, and it made him not believe that you were even real.

No matter what hurdle appeared right in front of him, no matter how aggressively the winds blew, you remained an unmoving part of his life. He wanted you so terribly, but did he even truly deserve you? If he held you the way he wanted to, would he be pointing you right down the road to your demise?

If he loved you any less, he'd call you a fool. You're everything he's ever desired, and on top of that, you won't drop that extended hand. You wanted to see him get better, and everytime you told him that he'd practically burst into tears on the spot.

Somehow, you always managed to stay out of danger. With his help, of course! Slow of a process it was, but he did his job well. When he was done with you, even just glancing out the outside world through a window was an alien concept. Contacting parents, friends, colleges, and anyone else in between was heavily discouraged at the beginning, progressing into you not being allowed to contact anyone at all, no matter the reason or circumstance. Just to keep your name from hitting the poles and coakrboards with big and bold text saying "MISSING", Jesse would make sure to routinely send out cards and text messages on your behalf. Never a call, less he learn that hearing their voices brings out some form of nostalgia in you, igniting an immediate desire to go home and leave him behind. Before long, you're chalked up as thinking you're "too good for the family", and are written off for good (not before some angry retaliation from your loved ones, of course. This would probably be the only time Jesse accepts a phone call, just to listen to their words, using just how terrible they're speaking to justify such snakeish maltreatment of his romantic partner).

He'd be so understanding when you're upset at never being able to speak to anyone again. He sees the pain in your eyes, and he tells you that he get's it, and pulls you against him with a, "fuck them for dropping out on you". You don't have to feel to bad, Jesse understands. He's lost people, too. He just doesn't want one of those people to become the one he can't live without.

You wouldn't know about cooking, about Mr. White or Saul or Gus, and they wouldn't know about you either. You'd be a very concept, a concept people use to mock him while under the belief that you, a loving partner, is something Jesse doesn't have. Unbeknownst to them, he has you right by his side.

When he does home, he gets to see you all doe-eyed, staring at him with your leg chained to a ventilator. When you cry, spit and scream, break the dinner plates and slap the forks out of his hand, sure Jesse can admit that it hurts him. But he knows you wouldn't be breathing without him. Something brought you to Jesse as a test to see if he could truly protect you, and Jesse will gladly take all of that abuse and more just for the end goal he sees.

Jesse just couldn't leave you all on your own.

He couldn't leave for Alaska without you, either. He just wouldn't be able to live with himself. Your desire to follow him (or lack thereof) is not relevant to him; he needs you. He needs you more than he needs anything else, and he'll grab you and force you into his trunk if need be. Surely, you understand that when you didn't die off, you made it so that Jesse would do anything to keep you.

When he tells you that if you didn't die before, you'd surely die without him now, he wasn't particularly lying. Jesse's seen true evil, looked it right in the eyes and watched it kill without remorse. He's seen it all, done it all, and so, became the judge and jury when it comes to your sentencing. Life imprisonment, living to justify his own sins and traumas in whatever home he finds for the two of you.

He wasn't the man you knew before, not even close. He was cold, hollowed out, and seeing him smile was a rare occurrence that used to happen on the daily. This wasn't your Jesse, but you were still his beloved. You were still you, and that was all he needed.

With Jesse in your lap, his head smushed against your thigh and your hand gently massaging his one shoulder and petting his hair as you listen to his barely audible sobs, perhaps this was all you needed too.

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Cold winter days, a lonely woman on a bench, a stranger in the park...

An Encounter in Winter ❄️

Loki and female reader (18+)

Chapter 11

Chapter 10

18+/ adult themes/talking/flirting/slow burn/fluff/angst/smut

Warnings: harsh language, violence because someone gets what he deserves, slight smut

A/N: sorry not sorry that a character has to be the bad one... but... it's still an AU 😉

Thanks again to my dearest @lokisprettygirl ... you know why when you read it, my friend 💙

He stood in the dark bedroom staring out of the floor-to-ceiling window and observed the sparkling lights of New York. The light that shined through the big windows was the only one that illuminated the room.

"Loki?"

You could only see his silhouette, his perfectly formed body clothed in his silken robe now. His back nearly screamed for your attention and you wanted nothing more than to wrap your arms around him. But you didn't dare walk over to him and cuddle up at your beloved man. You could feel it in the air, something was wrong. You decided to stay at the doorframe and waited for him to answer you.

"Why are you standing here in the dark? Did something happen? Is it because of me? Why did you leave all of a sudden? Don't you think I've been long enough without you? The party was just so nice. I wanted to drink another glass of wine with you, Lo."

Loki wanted to talk to you but his courage had left him suddenly. You sounded so sad and it was his doing. He failed again to make you happy. Even if he did make you happy, this was only just for a moment and then it was over again. He didn't know what to say now so he behaved dismissively, knowing he would make you even sadder.

"Please go,"

"Why?"

"Please…go!"

"Did I make something wrong? Please, Lo…tell me…" You made a few steps towards him.

"Don't you dare come closer! Go!"

"Just go…please."

"No, Loki, I won't go until you tell me what happened or if I did or said something wrong!" and you made some more steps towards him.

"No!" you answered defiantly.

"Y/n..do what I say…go!" he scolded you.

Maybe he should end your relationship, here and right now. Maybe it would hurt less if he was the one doing it.

"No…I won't. Don't you dare tell me what I have to do or not to do! Speak to me you stubborn god…and as a well-raised up and well-educated Prince and as the gentleman you are you should know it is unkind to turn your back towards your partner while talking to each other! Where are your manners? Loki!"

Slowly you became angry and by the way, since when did he call you just by your name? What was he doing? Why did he treat you so dismissively?

"We can talk later…go!"

Why was he like this? He never treated you so cold like this before.

"Go!! Please! You unyielding woman. Do as I say!" he interrupted you sharply, his voice cold and rough.

"Loki, I want to know–"

Didn't you wish to see all of his sides? Now it seemed he gave you what you wanted but he seemed not to know how serious you had been when you told him so. You wouldn't go. You had closed the distance between you two and he felt your delicate hand touching his back, stroking his spine up and down tenderly…your wonderful warm hand…and his body stiffened. Why must you be so stubborn, so persistent? Didn't you see that he offered you a way to go, to leave him without feeling bad about it?

You felt his muscles hardening under your hand. His skin felt cold even through his robe, colder than usual and you thought it was because of his anger and the tiredness after the exhausting mission. Obviously, he was angry and undoubtedly it had to do with you.

"Loki…," you addressed him quietly.

You felt him stiffen further under your touch and…sobbing.

"Lo, what is it…please, don't push me away…talk to me! What did I do wrong?" you begged him softly. What was he doing? You didn't understand anything right now.

"You'd kill all monsters, hm? No monster should dare touch you, hm?" His voice was firm but he sounded hurt.

"What are you talking about?" You needed a moment to get aware of what exactly might have made him mad at you.

"Oooh you mean, when Nat mentioned it and we talked about monsters and that especially I would fight them before they'd touch or kill me?" you asked him surprised.

"I just made fun, Lo. I was just joking and you know how sarcastic I can get sometimes. What was wrong with it? We all know there are no monsters or something similar to that…yes, there are otherworldly creatures and beings out there and if they would try to harm this planet or other places in the universe, the Avengers are always there to fight them, and you're all pretty good at that. So what exactly is bothering you?" you took your hand away from him, still staring at his back.

"Give me an explanation, please. I don't get your issue here."

Loki understood what and how you meant it but your words had scared and hurt him. But it wasn't your fault he was a monster and you had the right to hate him and erase his existence.

"What if monsters exist? What if a monster had already touched you, y/n?"

"I would know it !"

"Would you?"

"Yes, definitely! And believe me, no monster would have the courage to touch me because I'm soooo dangerous…," you said in an ironic and funny attitude, laughing, trying to lighten up the bad mood in the room but it wasn't successful. A faked huffed laugh escaped his mouth.

"Is that so?"

"Hmm? What? What do you mean? Lo, what the hell? I've had just about enough of this farce. You know that I'm far away from being dangerous and that I cannot compare with the Avengers, with any of you! I can just work in a lab and examine things. I was just kidding! Stop talking in riddles to me! Why are you so pissed off that you ran away?…and I really hate talking to your back…dammit!" you said to him displeased and in a quick move you slipped in front of him to look into his face.

When you saw it, illuminated only by the city lights, you gasped audibly and stopped breathing for a moment. Your eyes widened, your mouth slightly open. Loki's eyes teared up, awaiting your blood-curdling scream.

"Oh my god, Loki…" you whispered bewildered.

He closed his eyes instinctively. He didn't think you were strong enough to see his ruby-red eyes and he knew what would follow. You would now explain to him how disgusting and repulsive you found him, accuse him of how he could dare to touch you, to fuck you, a monster and ugly creature like him without telling you much sooner what he really is. He should've told you right from the beginning what he is when he started courting you or at least after your first kiss and before you made love to each other for the first time.

"I never wanted you to see me like this. I'm a monster and I look repulsive. And again I told you too late about an important matter. And I know you cannot tolerate it, not again. Also…I can't ask you to love a creature like me, to waste your life on me."

But he was so afraid to tell you his whole truth sooner. He was so afraid to lose you finally. And now it was too late. Tears were spilling down his cheeks. He knew he would never see you again, he would never touch you or hold you in his arms again and it shattered his heart into pieces. He was so pathetic and cowardly and absolutely unworthy of you. Now he wouldn't even have you as his friend anymore. How much he would miss the walks in the park and sit with you in the café…how much he would miss you.

"Waste my life on you? You're the first man who makes my life perfect! But why didn't you tell me? Don't you trust me enough? I know who you are and what a wonderful person you are. But…What are you? Please, tell me," you asked him softly and you tried to touch him but he backed away. He opened his eyes again but he stared down at the floor.

"I'm a Frost Giant, my love. I don't even know if I'm still allowed to address you like that. I'm a Jotun… Loki Laufeyson, rightful King of Jotunheim. My appearance which you're used to, is my æsir form, the appearance Odin gave me. And I could never walk around as a Jotun here, on Midgard. I would fear the people to death."

You nodded silently.

Loki looked at you. Your sad face made his heart clench. He wanted you to be happy and he wanted to hear your laughter again. It was all his fault.

"You might be right Lo. Maybe they would be scared, maybe not. Many people have already seen some otherworldly creatures here on Earth. They already saw a green Hulk so why not a blue Frost Giant? But regardless of what people might have seen here or not…there's no need to hide from me, Loki. You already have to hide in front of others because they maybe cannot handle this. And I get that, that you have and want to do it.

Loki please, you do remember that I said it to you on our first night together, don't you? That there's no need to hide when you're together with me! You don't scare me, you never did. You only fascinate me…I'm enchanted by you, no matter how you look. I know you always want to protect me and I love and adore you for that. But you don't need to protect me from you… because I love you. It seems I made things wrong, I'm sorry that I wasn't capable of giving you the feeling of being loved and safe with me. It's my fault then." Your eyes teared up. It seemed you were still a failure in the thing called love, and still a disappointment to everyone.

"I do! I do remember your words, my love. And you're perfect, you never did anything wrong and I do feel safe with you. I never met someone like you before. So strong and stubborn and honest and always straightforward, never giving up, no matter what. Everything about you is so amazing and adorable. It's all up to me. I wasn't sure if you truly meant what you said back then …and I was so afraid to lose you. I'm always afraid to lose you again. I can barely accept my heritage so how could you? I can't expect you to accept this," and he punched his fist against his chest.

"I just wish that you're still my love and my Snowflake. And I swear to you there are no secrets anymore. Now you know the whole truth. Please tell me, I need to know if you still love me and please ...please don't leave me. I wouldn't survive it if you leave me…and I swear, you'll never have to see me again like this. I know it's not a pleasant sight," he said, insecure and crying desperate tears.

"You're not serious now, are you? Do you even have to ask? Of course I am still your love and your Snowflake, nothing has changed …beside one thing, you're not only a Prince and a God, you're also a King …wow…I should feel like …Cinderella," you laughed lightly.

"You're still you, Lo and I accept and love you, with all my heart…and tell me, how am I supposed to be without you. I need you Lo, you're my life, the air I need to breathe… you're mine! And I really can't see a monster here. All I see is the man I love. Trust me, you're definitely not a monster. Why do you think you're a monster?"

"Because I grew up with the stories that Jotuns are monsters and our enemies …until I found out that I'm a Jotun myself and in conclusion one of those monsters."

"Yeah, I get that. I believed in the things my ex told me about me, too… Loki, they were wrong! You aren't a monster. You're the most caring person, always protective especially of me, an adorable man who deserves to be loved and appreciated and you're beautiful as a Jotun, you're a piece of art. I've never seen so much beauty in my life before", and you grazed with your fingertips over the lines on his forehead, his cheeks and his bare chest. Loki hissed when you trailed your fingers over them and you felt him shivering.

"Are they overly sensitive, Lo?" you asked tenderly.

"Yessss," he sighed ecstatically and slightly aroused. You saw his erection under his robe. He was so eager for your touches, it was so essential for him to get touched by you. Even more now, in his natural form. It felt so good and much more intense.

You cupped his cheeks and with your thumbs, you wiped away his tears. You looked him deep into his red eyes and you saw the insecurity and doubts in them. But there was also the love he held for you visible in them. You pulled his head slowly down towards you and when your lips were close enough you kissed each other passionately and melted into each other's embrace. You still caressed the lines on his cheeks and you felt him grinding into your crotch while he moaned into your mouth. When your lips parted again you two were breathing fast and looked at each other longingly.

"And so are you for me, my love. You are my life, my love, my everything, my sweet little Snowflake," he said and finally, he was able to smile again and pulled you into a tight embrace.

He kissed you feverishly with such tenderness that it seemed you melted into him again. You loosened the belt of his robe so it fell completely open and you shoved it over his shoulders and it fell to the floor. He now stood in front of you in all his naked godly gorgeousness. Your arms were wrapped around his torso and you enjoyed touching his bare skin entirely. Your fingers trailed tenderly over the lines on his back, down his spine to his wonderful toned ass, upwards his flanks to his chest, down over his muscular arms, and upwards again back to his shoulders.

With one hand you grabbed his buttocks and pressed his half-hard cock against your clothed heat, he hissed and moaned blissfully into your mouth when he kissed you again, cupping your cheeks with his hands while you placed your other hand on his back to pull him closer. After that amazing longingly kiss you both needed a moment to come back to reality and you still held each other tight, forehead to forehead.

"Will you make love to me like this? And don't you dare deny me your blue divine beauty."

"Would you want me to make love to you when I'm in my natural form? Am I truly that beautiful to you?"

"You are, baby…and I insist! Your blue skin is so soft and so sexy and your ruby eyes …gosh, I want to drown in them," you said eagerly.

Loki held you tighter and pressed a kiss to your forehead. He never thought you would find his true appearance that attractive and hot.

"Then I will definitely do it…and I will do it more than once. It will be rough and filthy, I will take you again and again, I'm going to ravish your body until you want me to stop fucking you. And you should know that we'll have a special bond then. I'm still an otherworldly creature," he cooed promisingly into your ear. It made you giggle and it also made you feel warm and tingly and you felt your panties drenching with arousal.

"What do you mean by 'we'll have a special bond then'?"

"If you allow me to take you in my natural form, you have me for a lifetime. I'm yours then…forever."

"Like swans?"

"Like swans,Snowflake!"

"Sounds romantic and… desirable. If it is something I want, I want it only with you!"

"Take all the time you need to make a decision."

"I've already made this decision, Lo," and he smiled softly at you and crushed his lips onto yours to kiss you deeply while holding you tight.

"You should stop kissing me, my promiscuous boy …otherwise we won't leave our bedroom for the next few hours," you teased him.

"Would that be so bad? You and me in our bed, making out, fucking each other senseless…you have no idea what a Jotun can do with you and your sweet mortal body in bed…" Loki mumbled, nipped at your earlobe and licked over your pulse point, causing goosebumps all over your body.

"We should go back to the others. It was such a nice evening with our friends and I would like to have some more fun…and drinks," you said moaning and smiling at him.

"You're such a tease, Snowflake…can't wait to be back in bed with you but yeah, I think we should go back to the party," he cooed into your ear and kissed your temple. He paused thoughtfully before he spoke again.

"Snowflake?"

"Yes, Lo!"

"They're my friends too, right?"

"Yes, they are, Lo…and they're also our family …and you saved their lives. They will never forget what you've risked for them. You should be proud of yourself and of who you are. I'm definitely proud of you!"

He gave you a reassuring grin and pressed a gentle kiss onto your soft lips.

"I love you so much, Lo baby."

"I love you more, Snowflake"

He transformed back into his æsir form, fully clothed in his half-opened shirt with rolled-up sleeves and leather trousers again. Would you ever get used to his magic?

"Let's go then," and he took your hand in his.

"Lo baby, wait…"

"Something wrong, my love?"

"No, but …you, being a frost giant…that's the reason why you never freeze and never wore warming coats and scarfs when we met in the park in winter and that's also why the snowflakes didn't melt on your fingertips, right?" you pointed out when the realization hit you.

"And finally my lovely Snowflake has figured it out," Loki laughed heartily. You slapped him playfully on his shoulder and joined him in laughing.

"You really should have told me earlier, Lo. That's so crazy and cool! I need to know everything about frost giants and your culture," you stated.

"I know, Snowflake but I was too scared to tell you, I was afraid you would run away from me. With you, I've something I've never had in my life before and I didn't want to risk losing that. It was wrong, I was wrong. Please forgive me. I will tell you everything about my heritage, and what I can't tell you… I'll show you," he promised seductively, lowering his voice.

"There's nothing I have to forgive, baby. My love for you is unwavering and I'm excited for what you will tell and show me," you whispered expectantly.

He nudged his nose tenderly to yours and hand in hand with fingers intertwined, you walked back to the living room lounge to join the others again.

When you and Loki came closer to the lounge area you heard a voice that sounded familiar to you. Your grip on Loki's hand tightened. It couldn't be, that was impossible!

"Is everything alright, my love?"

"I'm not sure, Lo," you answered skeptically.

When you entered the lounge, where everything was like before you two had left, you actually heard… him …and your face went pale. You must be hallucinating but you definitely heard him speaking. And then you saw him. He stood with his back towards you and he was talking to Bruce. You were overcome with disgust.

"Let us go, Loki, please let us go," and you tried to pull him with you to leave that place immediately.

"Ah, y/n, Loki there you are," said Bruce happily when he saw you and Loki returning to the lounge. "We have a new guest… an acquaintance of mine and he's occasionally in New York and he dropped in to meet me…may I introduce you? Stephen, this is the new assistant of mine I told you about. The wonderful and talented Miss Y/n Y/L/N…Y/n, this is Dr. Stephen Strange, he wrote a brilliant dissertation about—"

"Y/n, what a …. nice surprise?…what are you doing here? Nice to see you again. Wonderful and talented? I'd say…you look boring as always, right? Did you gain weight? It suits you! So you are Bruce's new …talented assistant? As what? As a janitor cleaning his labour rooms and test tubes? I know you're very good at cleaning up things." He laughed arrogant and dirty, condescendingly looking at you and trying to humiliate you further.

"Oh, and who is this good-looking guy? Are you his new fuck toy…I mean, how come he likes you? He could have the most beautiful women this town has to offer so why did he choose…you? Or are you at least good in bed now?" He grinned contemptuously.

You folded your arms in front of you and you felt the immense urge to punch him in the face.

"Hello Stephen, are you finished with your monologue? Nothing has changed, right? You're the same bloody asshole you've always been, aren't you?" you snarled at him, a fake smile curving your lips. You didn't understand anymore why you had been so in love with him and devoted to him.

"Oh honey bun, such filthy words dripping from those…beautiful lips. Haven't I taught you to behave?" He looked at your fingers. "By the way, where's the ring? I told you to keep the ring as a reward for your …services as my…housemaid with benefits and the wonderful times we had together. Or do you deny that we had them? "

"You disgusting piece of shit. I don't want anything from you. You don't own me anymore. The time of my obedience to you and devoted love for you is long gone. I sold the ring a long time ago and donated the money to an organization for abused women so the money can do at least a good job."

"Is this how you treat a gift, honey bun?" Stephen asked, a sleazy grin appearing on his lips.

"Shut up, you perverse jerk, you have no right to call me that anymore. You never deserved me! You don't deserve anything! We're done!"

"She's such a brat, isn't she?" Stephen said towards Loki. "I mean, I have ridden that bratty whore well man, so you've picked up a very good harlot but I guess you need to discipline that wench more properl—"

That was the moment when Loki totally freaked out. He had heard enough. He grabbed Stephen by his throat and slammed him against the nearest accessible wall and held him there, mere inches above the floor. You were sure you'd heard some ribs break. Loki choked him until he could hardly breathe. Stephen tried desperately to loosen Loki's hand from his throat, kicking his legs…without success. Every other person in the room held their breath.

"You huge piece of shit will never talk about my perfect woman like this again, you will never touch her, talk to her, look at her or even breathe the same air as her. If you do, there will be deadly consequences, you miserable son of a bitch. I should cut your tongue out and I should kill you for what you've done to her," Loki shouted at him, his face distorted with anger and pure hate.

"I'll pulverize you and eliminate all traces of your existence if you ever come close to her again."

Loki's jaw clenched and his eyes sparkled with contempt. A knife appeared in his hand, he bared his teeth, his body tensed up, ready to kill.

"Loki, no…Loki stop… he deserves it but he isn't worth it…Loki please…don't get your hands dirty on him!" you begged him and shook his shoulder violently. Never before had you seen your lover like this. And he did it for you, just for you. And it felt damn good.

"Kick the doctor's ass out of here …kick that bloody jerk out!" Tony ordered and gave Thor and Steve a sign.

Loki let go of Stephen and he fell to the floor, almost suffocated, coughing and desperately gasping for air. Thor and Steve grabbed Stephen harshly by his arms, brought him out of the room, and banned him from Stark Tower.

"Absolutely no one talks to you like this, my precious Lady."

Loki pulled you into a tight embrace. You clutched at him and buried your head into the crook of his neck. You both needed a moment to calm down.

"Are you two okay?" Tony asked, concerned and you nodded smilingly.

"I'm so sorry, guys, it wasn't my intention to freak out…but I couldn't allow that asshole to talk to my darling like this," Loki said.

"It's alright, Laufeyson. That jerk needed to be taught a lecture…get choked by one god and kicked out by the other, his special 'food of the gods' I would say. And everyone chuckled again.

"What an asshole. Are you alright, sweetie?" Nat said, trying to comfort you. "Fortunately, you have your very own crusader, who fights for you. But I think you put that asshole in his boundaries very well on your own," and she smiled at Loki, who nodded.

"Thanks, Nat, I'm fine. This case is closed. I was just shocked that he was here, I never expected this. And his humiliations don't affect me anymore. These times are over." You were still engulfed in Loki's embrace and grateful for it.

"I'll get us some shots," Nat offered and you nodded thankfully.

"I'm sorry, y/n. If I had known that he's your ex I would never have invited him to meet me whenever he's in New York. I assure you he will never come back here again. Please forgive me," Bruce said. He felt bad.

"It's alright Bruce, how should you know? I was just shocked. I never expected to meet him here or to meet him ever again. So don't worry, I'm fine! And I'm sure he won't even dare come back to this city." You all chuckled and Loki kissed the crown of your head.

With your free hand, you lightly stroked Bruce's shoulder to calm him down and smiled at him. You saw how guilty he felt. Loki held you sideways in his arms as tightly as he could.

"How did you meet him?" you questioned Bruce.

"We met at a medical congress in Europe last year."

"Ah yes, I remember that Congress very well, there he met that hot chick who replaced me. I should thank her."

"I should've killed him, breaking his neck slowly, cutting his heart out…" Loki's anger rose again.

"Stop Loki, he isn't worth that we think of him ever again. But thank you for defending me and fighting for me. Nobody ever did this for me. Your enemies should fear you. That was impressive." You pecked a soft kiss on his lips, your one hand on his chest, your other arm still wrapped around his waist.

"I will always fight for you, my love. Nobody is allowed to frighten you or hurt you. You're mine and I protect what is mine!" He kissed you deeply and cradled your cheek in his hand.

"I know and I'd do the same for you, Lo."

After the situation had calmed down you all had a nice evening with funny talks and drinks again. A few hours later you wanted to be alone with Loki so you gestured to him that you wanted to leave. A knowing smirk curved his lips.

"Y/n and I leave now, we're tired. Good night everyone," and you two left the lounge hand in hand.

"I want you, now! I last was fucked by you two weeks ago…I crave you," you whispered while leaving the room.

You couldn't deny it, the way he attacked Stephen, the way he fought for you and defended you, turned you on. His slicked-back hair had been a mess and when you saw his jugular vein bulging out while his anger rose you became so aroused that you would've loved to lick a long stripe over it. For you, Loki was kind of extremely sexy when he was angry.

"Is that so? Don't worry my love, I didn't forget my promise to make it up to you," Loki growled seductively at you, clasping your hand more firmly.

When you entered your apartment, he closed the door behind you with a bang and pressed you against it. He licked your throat when you tilted your head and offered your neck to him. He sucked hickeys on your skin while grinding his hips firmly against yours.

"You know how I want you, Lo. Come my king, make it up to me!" you groaned into his ear, heavily breathing.

"As you wish, my Queen," he growled and in a shimmer of green he turned into his Jotun form.

"Go rough on me, Lo."

He stopped kissing you for a moment and his gaze on you softened.

"Are you sure, Snowflake? About everything, about the bond? It will last! Forever! If you need more time to think about it, that's no problem. I just want you to be sure, my love." he asked you, his voice concerned.

"I'm sure baby! I'll never leave you again. When will you finally believe me that I only want you," you asked him.

"Then it shall be!"

With one hand Loki fixed your arms above your head, holding them by your wrists and kissed you feverishly, demanding and longingly. From his eyes, boundless, wild, sparks of roused desire were flashing.

"You're mine, mine!" and an animalistic growl escaped his mouth.

He kneaded your breasts firmly and lowered his head down to take your stiffened nipples into his mouth which were still covered under your dress. His licks and kisses were hot and wet, he would make a whimpering mess out of you.

You could do nothing else but moan and mumble his name. He grabbed you by your waist, threw you over his shoulder like a hunter does with his prey and walked over to the bedroom. He tossed you into the soft cushions and was immediately on top of you to claim you and ruin you finally for any other man. And then you would be his forever.

There was nothing else than you in his mind right now and he just wanted to fuck you properly. Nonetheless, he thought about if and when you would ask him which chances the bond with him could offer you.

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jewbeloved · 2 years

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💖❁The Main 4 with a Neko s/o❁💖

A/n: This came into my head because why not? :>

Gender: Neutral

💠 Stan Marsh 💙

When he saw your ears he though it was fake.

But when he saw you move your tail, he was completely shook-

He rubbed your ears gently to see if it was really true, even If you already told him multiple times-

After a day, this boy will a huge blushing mess If you let him pet you and you start purring.

He will not let anyone else make fun of you!

Would give you his hat if you need something to cover your ears with.

Probably also gives you one of his spare hoodies to cover your tail too as well!

Overall, he loves having a neko s/o <3💙💙

🎄 Kyle Broflovski 💚

Similar to Stan, he low-key though it was fake and you were just pranking him.

Immediately changed his mind after seeing you aggressively flap your ears and wagged your tail in order to prove it was real to him

And just like Stan- he was also completely shooked as well, and it took him a while to process with what he just saw.

He would ask to touch your ears after he's done having his little moment of being shooked.

While petting your ears, he is amazed by how soft and floofy they are!🥺🥺

Please let him pet your ears everyday, If you want him to stop he will :)

South park always throws shit at him every other day, so having a neko s/o really seems like a therapy healing for him💚💚💚

Will blush if you wrap your tail around him while cuddling.

🍎 Eric Cartman ❤️

He already knew that you were a neko from beginning, don't ask how he found out :)

You were worried that he was going to rip on you for it and tell everybody.

To your surprised he actually kept his mouth shut and didn't say anything mean to you, but he didn't speak to you for a week because he needed sometime for himself after finding out that his partner is a goddamn cat.

But remembering that he has a cat named Mr kitty, he just went along with it and calmed down.

After everything is cool and fine now, he would start giving you the affection that he didn't give to you since he didn't talk for a week.

This guy literally becomes so protective of you now.

Somebody made fun of you? They won't be showing up to school anymore. They either got expelled, humiliated infront of everyone, got sent to the hospital, or arrested.

He wouldn't show your Neko form to his friends either because they don't deserve to see your cuteness.

Loves seeing you having fun with mr kitty <3❤️❤️❤️

🍊 Kenny Mccormick 🧡

Personal space didn't exist anymore after he found out-

Will literally pet you everyday and even in public.

Karen is absolutely in love with your ears as well! So you might have both Kenny and Karen petting you everyday :')

Will give you his parka to cover up your tail and ears when going on in public.

Will send glares at the people who make fun of you or look at you weirdly after you accidentally meow

Calls you his very own puss, don't worry he means it in a good way thought!

Will tease you about being a Neko everyday as well.

He might make you urinate on him in like that episode where cat urinate makes people high-

Overall, he really likes having a neko s/o! It makes life in south park more interesting.🧡🧡🧡

I had a lot of fun writing this <3

#south park x reader #south park #southpark sp #eric cartman x reader #kyle broflovski x reader #stan marsh x reader #kenny mccormick x reader #sp x reader #southpark blog #x reader #southpark x y/n #southpark headcanons #neko #main 4 x reader #kyle brovlofski #stan marsh #eric cartman #kenny mccormick

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silviakundera · 19 days

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The Spirealm episode 7 reaction

fair warning: in these episode reactions I'm not gonna pretend I haven't read the novel. in fact, I purposely finished the novel before viewing, to get The Full Experience. thus novel spoilers, including twist end, included.

I feel like the drama has made LQ much more empathetic and also a bit more clever & assertive (vs reactive) than in the novel.

I think there are 2 reasons for this:

One has to do with theories on the ultimate narrative thread, so I won't dive into this yet, other than to note that repeatedly we see LQ connecting to the emotions of NPCs and inspiring the group to solving situations by treating NPCs as people.

The other is that in a live drama you miss the humor and subversion of expectations in the protagonist's inner thoughts. The cold distance and lack of curiosity (and how that all perversely ends up making him better at the game) is very difficult to effectively portray in a drama without a frequent VO (voice over). So they decided to go a different way, while still trying to stay true to the heart of the character.

Anyway, we get our proof that LQ never believed RN's excuses in the last episode that he didn't show up to this door just for LQ. When there are minutes left and he thinks they might be done for, LQ's move is to turn to the man who wants to be his partner and simply says, "I'm sorry."

"Why?"

"This is my door. It has nothing to do with you. You came because of me."

RN's silent pause speaks for itself, though he offers comfort with, "...Not entirely because of you."

"What a pity I haven't joined Obsidian yet" is like code for SO MUCH" (too bad we didn't get more time to know each other)(i regret not getting a chance to truly start a friendship)(unexplored gay longing)

lol while they're having A Moment, miss Best Actress leverages her single status to rise above the moment and actually throw out a solution!

(this whole bit reminded me of how in the novel, other characters would often be like wtf we're all gonna die, I'm in hell, so why am I having to eat all this dog food asdfghjk just disgusted at all these touching couple-ish moments RIGHT IN FRONT OF THEIR SALAD during mortal peril)

Ruan Nanzhu stepping up to get dangerous 🔥

More pathos, as the drama lays the groundwork of seeing the NPCs as deserving of compassion and having feelings 🤔

The necklace again, this time without protest.

"It looks good on you."

"See you at Obsidian."

(we get a scene after they leave that is VERY INTERESTING to me, in context of the novel's ending - in the climax, LQ is presented with a version of reality where everyone he'd seen suffer in the doors is there and all of the dead resurrected... and here is a vision where the tragedy has been wiped clean) (just makes me think again of the ultimate question, is this is indeed a virtual existence of personified data, true AI, or the supernatural 12th Door)

Another quick glimpse into the door exploring competitor X. Blah blah we think we are very important.

LMAO RN still tempts him into moving in with Chestnut's affections 😂😭

To be fair, that is an incredibly fluffy and cute cat. I too WANT TO PET.

Ok so now they establish that the doors can be months and years apart. I liked this bit in the novel, as the doors allow you to cheat or at least delay death. So as you pass them, the more difficulty the bigger the reward - reward being TIME. (the most precious item of all)

"My cat is quite close to you."

"What's yours is mine. What's mine.... is still mine." 😏

Can we stop the tyranny of iqiyi subs not displaying "Ge", especially when it literally is a discussion point?! He's saying don't call me Ruan-Ge, not don't call me Ruan!!!! 😤

Then the first moment of Lin Quishi seeing that RN is Can Be Hurt and being confronted with the difficulty level of the 6+ doors. RN declined LQ's offer to accompany him and now his door companion is dead.

Ah, competitors X are at it again. The drama really feels like audience needs an external antagonist. Not sure I agree but whatever.

Now LQ, like in the novel, is feeling protective and doesn't want a recovering RN coming with him to the next door.

lmao they've become Those People who gravitate to each other. Whole house of people and LQ is the one hanging out at his bedside and helping him down the stairs.

Cheng Yixie to Cheng Qianli: "If I cared about other people's lives, yours would already be over." (This hits different for novel readers.)

#the spirealm #the spirealm spoilers #silvia watches the spirealm #cdrama

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abbacchiosbelt · 1 year

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"Risotto, i was just wondering, but whats your [i] Darkest [/i] desire? What'd you do if I let you do anything to me?"

cw for: violence, blood, non-con, mention of death, and use of metallica on the reader. 18+ only.

"Risotto, I was just wondering... But what's your darkest desire? What would you do if I let you do anything to me?"

Your question makes Risotto pause. He sets down the mission briefs he was going over and leans onto his desk, arms crossed in front of him. He's silent while he contemplates, and the anticipation of hearing him answer has you squirming in your seat. He wasn't doing it to make you anxious, though - you knew him well enough to know that he was genuinely deep in thought.

After a minute or so passes, he lifts his gaze to look at you. "Are you sure you'd like to know?"

The finality in his words makes it clear that this is the only time you'll ever get this out of him. Perhaps you'd just asked at a good time, or maybe you'd caught him in an indulgent mood. Either way, you were dying to know. You nod eagerly and scoot forward on your seat. "Please," you reply. "I won't judge you. I asked, after all."

Risotto nods, once, and begins. "I have never had a partner that shared this particular... fantasy of mine." He pauses and looks at you, but continues before you can say anything. "It comes from a part of me that I try to channel elsewhere. I want to first say that I would never hurt you... Unless you wanted it, tesoro." Risotto's gaze goes soft for a moment, and he reaches over to squeeze your hand. Before he talks himself out of it, he begins speaking again.

"There's a part of me that wants every inch of you to belong to me," he starts. He gives your hand a gentle squeeze before dropping it, the soft touch not fitting for what he was about to reveal to you. "I... I think about taking you in every way, until I'm there to see the life go out of your eyes." He swallows, and shifts in his seat. Your eyes are wide, but you say nothing. You were aware of things like this, but to hear Risotto say it about you... It brought a strange, new feeling to your chest. "I'd start by dragging you away from our bed. Whether I've knocked you or you're kicking and screaming... it depends on the day."

Risotto exhales, chancing a quick glance at you before he continues. "I'd take you somewhere nice... Somewhere I had set up just for you. It's what you would deserve. A pretty end for my ultimate prize." He licks his lips. "And then I'd chain you up with Metallica so you're completely exposed. You wouldn't ever need clothes again. Ah, to lick the blood from your flesh where Metallica rips through it..." There's a genuine blush on Risotto's face. His words have you glued to your seat, your mind terrified yet intrigued by the way Risotto's love drips through his darkest desires. "Once I clean you up, though, I'd be making a mess all over again."

Risotto's gaze drifts to the ceiling. He's looking everywhere but you, you realize - but you don't blame him. Risotto continues. "I know you like to play with me, let me stuff you with my cock while you pretend you don't want it. But this time you'd know... You'd bite and scratch me while I fuck you full of my come over and over again. Everyone would know you had belonged to me. It'd be tempting to end it with my hand around your pretty throat." Risotto leans forward in his seat, and you instinctively bring your hand up protectively around your neck. His gaze finally turns towards you, and he groans at the sight. "To keep you quiet I'd have to fuck your throat until you couldn't speak any longer."

Risotto stands from his seat and walks towards you, reaching his hand out. You accept it nervously and he pulls you to your feet, dragging you in until you're pressed against his body. He's so warm that it's uncomfortable, and you can feel his hard cock against you. He leans in so that his nose is pressed against your neck and inhales deeply before he murmurs your name. "I'm not done yet. Every inch of you... I'd use you until you couldn't move any longer. To see you like that, having given everything to me but your life..." He grits his teeth and breathes out, harsh. "And then I'd kiss you long and hard, until Metallica is desperate to slice your neck open and finish what I started. You'd look so beautiful like that. So perfect."

He leans back to look at you, the wide-eyed expression on your face furthering the arousal that had built up in his body. "And even then, I'd use you one last time. No one could ever compare to you." Silence fills the air, Risotto no longer having any words to share. You're unsure what to say at all - it should disgust you and send you running, but... You asked. And something about it, deep down, had you hanging off of Risotto's every word.

#my writing #not sfw #risotto nero #yandere risotto nero x reader #jjba.txt #yandere jjba #non con cw #blood cw #violence cw #this one is pretty dark lol #me: *doesn't post any writing for like 2 months*#also me: *comes back with this*#character interactions

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i overdosed, should've known your love was a game - genshin fic

ft. childe, kazuha, scaramouche, xiao (x gn!reader)

warnings: angst, grammatical errors

summary: you fell out of love

CHILDE!

was it how this was going to end? you walking away while he stands there, trying not to feel the pain, pretending his mind isn't racing with all the moments the two of you spent together. no, he's not sad, or angry, he'll be fine. find someone else and move on with life - was that not what you told him before you dropped his heart and shattered it? he will be up in no time, days spent with someone new. someone new to talk about with his family - he'll have to explain why they don't see you anymore, of course, but his siblings will soon forget about you as kids do when they see childe with a new significant other. and as for you, well, perhaps some part of you still holds feelings for him, but you were the one who broke it off, right? why would you ever ask to get back together again, when you knew he was with someone new?

KAZUHA!

he loves you too much to not let you go. as a traveller, a wanderer, he too knows the feeling of wanting to constantly be on his feet, moving through cities and nations as he explores different places and people. that is what he sees in your eyes right now - the feeling of wanting to go, to be free from commitment of any sort. kazuha understands he's holding you back, and as much as you cry and try to explain that it's not his fault, it's yours, he can't help but feel a twinge of guilt that he's never noticed this before - that you felt trapped with him. after you leave, he decides that he won't forget you, won't stop loving you, but as you promised before the both of you part, he will be there if you ever require his help. travellers help travellers, right? he's certain the two of you will meet again someday; maybe then there may be hope for the two of you...

SCARAMOUCHE!

you expected his face to contort, expected him to get angry at you and blow up. you are scaramouche's first romantic partner after all, and you of all people know just how much control he has over his emotions. instead, his maintains a poker face throughout, dead silent. his gaze is cutting as he looks up at you, arms folded. for someone so short, he did have an intimidating aura about him. there is an awkward pause as the both of you stare at each other - yours filled with regret while his is cold. finally, he lets out a huff. "don't look at me like that," he says with a disgruntled look, shifting so that there is more distance between the two of you. "like what?" he hesitates, eyes flitting to the sides. it is unusual for him to even hesitate before speaking, but this is a habit since he started dating you - to think through his words before speaking, if only to you. you've never noticed it before, but perhaps now that you don't deserve this privilege, you take notice of it. "like you still care." and you won't tell him, or anyone, even after you've travelled far away, but you still hope that one day you will meet him again, in your travels.

XIAO!

xiao can't exactly say that this was not expected. given his role as one of liyue's protectors, and his standoffish and cold demeanour, even his own significant other would one day tire of trying to get him to open up. as you break the news to him, he stands there with the same expression as always. the giveaway as to how he truly feels is his amber eyes, which slowly loses its light as you continue. you notice this of course, and pause midway, but he urges you on. as the words tumble out faster and faster, his mind has to keep up with you in order to process and catch up with whatever you are telling him. it takes a while, really, for him to understand that you want to break up. his face falls - for a split second, you swear you can sadness flash across his eyes, but that soon goes away when he raises his head again. his features are angelic as ever, the moonlight shining on him, and you can still feel the warmth radiating off him. a moment of silence passes by - it's not awkward, or embarrassing. it's a much needed silence, just like a break in between a sentence. you take the time to catch your breath as he accepts what you've just said. it doesn't take a genius to figure out that he's probably heartbroken, and hurting, but it's all masked behind that pretty face of his. walking away, you wonder if you will ever get to see his true emotions again.

a/n: wrote this in a rush, sorry if it's not up to your standaard

#genshin impact #genshin impact angst #childe x reader #kazuha x reader #scaramouche x reader #xiao x reader #gn reader #childe angst #kazuha angst #scaramouche angst #xiao angst

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thecameronchronicles · 2 years

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Vixen

TW: Entrapment. Language. Smut. Public(ish) sex. Cheating.

SUMMARY: You have your sights set on Rudy, and you aren’t giving him an option to say no…

WORD COUNT: 1700

*Requested*

Anonymous asked:

Dark reader coming on to Rudy when he has a girlfriend? But he can't resist

Vixen

One way or another, you always got what you wanted. This was usually because of your ability to manipulate anyone by the use of your feminine wiles, innocent eyes but contradicting yet skillful lips, and overall charm left momentary allies behind in a slew of enemies and broken hearts. But recently, and unfortunately for him, your sights had been on Rudy. Watching his girlfriend treat him as more of an object than a partner while berating his boisterous laughter and saying it gave her a headache but still needy enough to correct him when his hands or eyes drifted to anyone else, it drove you crazy. And all you wanted was to give him the attention he was clearly lacking, as well as the satisfaction to your curiosities of what it would be to be fucked by him.

"You look like you need a drink..." You spoke with a friendly smile, even if your eyes wore your true intentions with their ‘come hither’ shade of darkness. He motioned to his girlfriend, as if to ask for permission, as she was too distracted with her own friends to pick up on your attempts.

"I won't tell..." You teased as he slowly nodded, tipping it as if to say thank you, before consuming it entirely.

The thing was, you didn't really know Rudy aside from the fact he was attractive, talented as an actor, and friendly enough to seem trustworthy and worthwhile as a conversationalist. But you didn't care about any of the aforementioned. You wanted those rough hands across your smooth skin and those soft lips drawing lines onto your body. You wanted to show him what you could give him, and wanted to take all he was willing to give. Which if history of former conquests were to prove anything, would have him on his knees for you. Maybe even literally.

His eyes followed you for a second as you sashayed to the dance floor, his lips parting as if going to speak, but simply amazed by the way you managed to entangle him with the simple sway of your hips. Your perfect curves and how you knew exactly how ro accentuate them by your movements and your chosen attire had brought him to lick his lips before being nudged by his girlfriend. As he returned to his role as the dutiful boyfriend, you allowed yourself to become lost in the music, momentarily catching his eyes coming to you from across the room.

"I said thank you to her because she was the bartender-"

"If you want to fuck her, Rudy, just do it. I don't care anymore. I deserve better than this. I could have anyone in this club if I wanted and I stayed with YOU-" She rolled her eyes and abandoned him as he leaned against the wall of the club, his eyes falling to you as he watched you stand across from him and lean on the wall.

"Seems nice..." He scoffed.

"She used to be...It's my fault...I'm never around..." Your eyes narrowed.

"I meant you..." His eyes narrowed in study, "YOU seem nice..." You corrected as a weak scoff left his lips before he cleared his throat.

"You definitely don't deserve to be abandoned, especially that way..." You pushed yourself off of the wall and closer towards him, slow steps giving him the option to maintain his monogamous status that was fleeting with your closing proximity.

"You're sweet to her. Attentive. Patient..." Your fingers were now on the discs of his shirt, the buttons keeping the toned physique just beyond reach, as you continued to twist them.

"But who's sweet to you? Who is attentive to YOU?" His jaw clenched as you moved towards him, your lips brushing his neck as he set it against the wall behind him, while you led his hands to your waist.

"I...I can't..." You ignored his words as his fingers contradicted them as they ate into the fabric of your dress.

"I bet she only ever makes you come when there's something in it for her..." His jaw tensed even tighter to these words as he gulped as your fingers had now descended to his belt. The buckle kept bound as you slipped your dainty wrists on the other side of the leather before stroking against him.

"I'd bet you never get touched like this..." Your lips moved back to his ear, "The things I wanna do to you, she could never even dream of...but I bet you have..." You withdrew your hand as he scoffed, your fingers teasing his shoulders and leading his fingers to a light guidance as you lingered for only a moment to spena.

"And I could make every one of those dreams come true...And nobody even has to know but us..." You pulled his fingers to the direction of the bathroom, his hesitancy present for only a moment as he considered the words you spoke.

If not for the way he'd been sexually deprived for weeks then he would have been able to walk away. If not for the drink you'd given him, maybe he would have had enough common sense to tell you, and himself, "no". But as you turned back one final time, those bedroom eyes, acting as a dream come true, he was at a loss for anything but your carnal promises.

The second the door came closed, you had him against you with passionate kisses to where your tongue savored his taste completely. Every drink he’d tasted, now evidence on the tip of your tongue as you took him by his collar and led him to the largest stall.

"I'll do anything you want me to..." You explained while teasing his lips with your fingers before doing the same with your lips. "But I'm expecting it in return..." He nodded as you lowered onto your knees.

"Shit..."

You chuckled before pulling him freely from his pants, your eyes widened to the size and grin widened at the precum already crying from its tip.

"All for me?" You feigned an innocent tone as he nodded.

"Hold my hair?" He wrapped your hair in his fist before feeling you take him with coinciding.

"Wait-whoa whoa, wait...I cant..."

"How about I make you a deal? If I can't make you come in.. two minutes...I'll stop?"

"Fuck...I can't...I just-"

"Rudy...you deserve to be taken care of...you deserve to feel good...and..." You bit your bottom lip as you pulled your fingers between your lower lips.

"Knowing I get to be the one to make you come makes me so wet, my panties are so wet, they're dripping...Please let me make you feel good..." You pouted as every single word you spoke affected him in such a way that was wrong. He knew it was wrong, and yet he couldn't utter words of cessation again.

"Mmmm..." You moaned around his shaft once taking him again, the decadence of his taste making your eyes roll as you were enthusiastic around his cock as he began to rock his hips into you. It was clear with how quickly he was brought to his edge that it was seldom that he knew a release this way, it made you pity him but not enough to grant his pleasure before your own.

Without needing a word after he saw that sinister smile, you were taken against the wall, his fingers hooking your leg over his shoulder, before he devoured you completely. As if a starved man, you were ravaged until your own tremors were on the fringes of your release before you were turned against the wall.

"Fuck!" You belted before feeling him finish his brigade this way. The shutter of your hips bringing your release forward as he smirked between your folds as your tremors made him well aware of the successful job now worn as evidence against his grin.

"Please Rudy....I need it inside of me...fuck, I need to feel you!" He nodded, quick to stand, before aligning himself to your entrance. Only a moment to feel him tease you this way before he was inside of you with an unkind glide as he bottomed out.

"Shit! How the fuck do you feel so good?"

"I was made for your cock, baby..." His eyes rolled to your words as your back arched but you pulled him towards you in such a way that made it possible to feel his teeth graze your shoulder.

"Shit, I don't have a-"

"I'm on the pill." You lied, risking the consequences of your negligence if it meant having him like this. The idea of a baby harboring his eyes and his smile, especially his dimples, made your heart swell, and it was your ambition for the night. You only needed him once...and once was still not enough.

"I'm gonna come-" He warned after you'd both worked up a sweat.

"I want it.. " You whined. "I wanna feel you drip out of me, Rudy...please.."

"You want it?"

"Yes! Give it to me!"

He was ruthless behind you, pounding into you without care of volume or his fleeting loyalty to a girl you'd made him forget long enough to focus solely on you.

"Fuck!" He pulled your hips harder against him.

"I want it-" You informed him through clenched teeth as he nodded.

"Take it baby...take it..." He breathed in finality before your body was offered a secondary release before you felt him pull away from you. The silence and distance made you understand that forgotten guilt had found him again.

"Rudy-"

"That shouldn't have happened...I..." And to those, you ran his fingers between your legs as he watched you in awe, drawing your mutual slick to his mouth as he sucked them clean.

"Then why did it feel so right? So deep and so fulfilling? And why does it taste so good?" You brought it now to your lips, moaning as his lips parted in disbelief.

"You're mine now...got your cum dripping down my thighs to prove it..." You winked, not bothering to retrieve your panties or offer anything but that final grin as you left the bathroom, having taken some form of his innocence with you…

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#rudy pankow smut #rudy pankow #rudy pankow x reader #outer banks #obx

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gyllord · 6 months

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None of this is real - Part 2

Part 2 guys !!! I hope you'll enjoy this :)

Pairing : Brad Wolfe / Hunter X-5 x fem!reader

Words : 3k (my longest fan fic yeahhh :))

You can read Part 1 right here :) :

Turns out, O.B didn't have the time to check Brad's Tempad, being too busy "preventing a Temporal meltdown". Instead, he gave you the TVA's guidebook saying "Everything you need to know about this, I wrote about it here". So you, Loki, and Mobius tried for hours to understand what this Tempad was made for, unsuccessfully. While you were still working on it, Casey and B15 came along to talk about Miss Minutes and Renslayer's cooperation. You also learned, thanks to Loki, that He Who Remains and Renslayer used to be partners. It actually explained a lot of things like why Miss Minutes disappeared all of a sudden. During the conversation, Casey saw the Tempad Loki was holding and said he didn't have any idea what it was made for, but that it was definitely not made to block any trackers. So Brad lied to you, again. Casey took the Tempad, saying he'd try to find its utility. After that, you, Loki, Mobius, and B15 all decided to go see Brad Wolfe to interrogate him.

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So now here you all were. Mobius decided to speak to all of you before entering the room.

-"Okay, keep it simple. "Where's Dox? Where's Sylvie? And what did he do to that Tempad ?" That's all we need to find out okay ?" Mobius said to Loki, B15, and you. "But of course, Brad knows us, and he knows our tactics. But that's what makes for an interesting chess match." Mobius continued his little speech: "Okay, most of all, Brad's an asshole, so don't let him get under your skin, all right ?" Loki turned his head to look at you and B15, B15 turned to look at Loki, while you were still focusing on Mobius who was standing in front of the orange door leading to the room Brad had been locked up in. Noticing Loki distracted, Mobius inquired "Okay? Loki ?"

-"What?" Loki said innocently to Mobius to let him know that he didn't need to worry because he was not going to do anything stupid. Mobius then turned his gaze to you.

-"Y/N, what I just mentioned doesn't really pertain to you because of, you know, his MASSIVE crush on you."

-"Oh my god", you sighed, embarrassed again.

-"But I know you're a girl who's not afraid to fight, so don't get angry at him, and don't do anything foolish if he's being mean to one of us okay?"

-"Gosh drop this crush thing already. And no I won't do anything stupid... I never did !"

-""One day, you punched me in the face," Loki said, causing you to turn and look at him. You found him already gazing down at you.

-"Yeahhh but you really deserved it... and I apologized ! " you finished your sentence pointing a finger at him like you were proving something.

-"Okay," Mobius said, giving each of you a glance before opening the door. B15 entered first, followed by you, with Loki and Mobius bringing up the rear. Brad was seated on a small white chair in the center of the orange room. He turned to face all of you upon hearing the door open.

-"Oh, welcome back. Why don't you go ahead and take this Time Collar off and start treating me like somebody who outranks you ?"

-"I don't work here" Loki simply said.

-"Oh, that's a good point. You should stop talking" Brad retorted back

Loki stood right in front of Brad, B15 was on Loki's left side and you stood on his right side. Mobius, after closing the door, decided to stand on your right.

-"Hey, what were you doing down there on the Sacred Timeline ?" Mobius asked, making Brad turn to be able to look at him.

-"Making movies" he answered like it was an obvious yet funny thing.

-"Don't waste our time, X-5" B15, ready to make him speak and fast. But Brad was in a playful mood.

-"It's Brad" You and Brad said in unison. He said it out loud while you only murmured.

-"Bradley" He tilted his head like he was correcting himself to say his full name. He was really annoyed to hear his old name all the time. He had to tell everyone that his name was now Brad because no one would call him that name. For them it was stupid, his life was in the TVA, and he was a hunter so his name is and always will be X-5.

-"Right, Brad. Let's cut to the chase, shall we ?"Loki said, pulling out the Tempad he had stashed in the inside pocket of his jacket. "What did you do to this Tempad ?" Brad turned to look at you, the only person he appreciated in this room. He didn't want to answer and he especially didn't want to answer Loki's question.

-"Answer the question" You said with a soft smile on your face. He continued to look at you before sighing and turning in his chair to look at Loki.

-"It blocks your trackers" Brad lied again.

-"No, it doesn't" Loki shaked his head.

-"Yeah, no shit" Brad said with sarcasm which annoyed even more B15. She just wanted to make it quick and have answers. In order to save the TVA, we need to be fast, no time for jokes. She asked him :

-"What is it designed for, X-5 ?"

-"It's Brad" He paused, annoyed before continuing "Under who's authority are you holding me here? Because looking around this room I do not see anyone ranking high to make that call" He looked at you for a second and you shrugged.

-"I don't need approval to detain a hunter who abandoned his post." B15 spoke confidently.

-"Oh that's good, that's good. But weren't you the one blabbering on and on about how we all had lives in the timeline? Well, I went down and got my life. What exactly are you mad at me about ?"

""There are life at stake" Loki said which made Brad pause to look at him in disbelief for a moment before talking again.

-"There are lives at stake ?" Loki nodded and Brad continued, shaking his head. "You've got some nerve". He then repeated with a lower voice: "There are lives at stake". Everyone turned to look at Loki's reaction. It's true that Loki did some REALLY bad things in the past so him saying he wanted to save people was confusing. But you knew he changed, in a positive way. You all knew that. You guessed Brad just couldn't believe or understand how Loki, a villain, could change and become a hero.

-"Everyone here knows what you're doing, you know ?" Brad said which made Loki raise his eyebrows, wondering which point Brad was trying to make. "You're just trying to make up for all the terrible, awful shit you've done in your life your pathetic little man." Loki shut his eyes while Brad spoke with a venomous tone.

-"Okay, that's enough" Mobius intervened.

-"No, no, Mobius. No, it's... riveting" He paused "Keep going I want to hear more"

What the hell is he doing? You thought

-"Good" Brad said, ready to make Loki even more uncomfortable. He wanted to push him above his edges, to see if he would break his new character and let his "real", yet old, nature. "See, everything you and Sylvie have ever done to try to help has only ever made it worse"

-"Is that right ?" Loki responded calmly but firmly, he was handling the situation..right?

-"See, I've read your file. It's you, you're the problem. Every time we've ever found a you. The problem is you think you're special but you're not. So, it doesn't matter what outfit you put on, play dress up, or what little lies you tell your friends or even the lies you tell yourself. At the end of the day, you just make everything worse. For Mobius, for B15, for Y/N" He turned to look at you for a moment before continuing. "For your mother". You could tell Loki was hurt, he was now moving back and forth. How dare Brad say something like that to Loki? His mother meant so much to him. It pained you to hear that.

-"'Cause that's what you do. You lose, you're a loser."

-"I think we get it Brad" You took a step forward

-"Loki" Mobius said and Loki sighed heavily. Brad was not holding back, he was relentlessly attacking him and had no intention of stopping. "Stop trying to be a hero, man. You're a villain and you're good at it. Do that" Loki chuckled.

-"Thank you, Brad. Very much" Loki said in a ironic tone. "I really am touched. You know, you're right. I have done some terrible, awful things. Yeah, maybe that is who I am and they know" he said talking about you and Mobius. "It's the real me." He claps his hands "A loser. Always have been, always will be. Perhaps I've been holding something back"

-"Loki" you said but that didn't stop him. He started to walk towards Brad. He walked so closely to Brad that he had to slightly back up in his chair, ensuring Loki wouldn't come any closer. Brad glanced at B15 and you, seeking reassurance that Loki would be stopped if he crossed the line, but you were so focused on Loki that you didn't see it.

-"Perhaps I've just been biding my time. Perhaps I've just been waiting for a moment like this, so I can do terrible, awful things, to you." He smiled mischievously and started to whisper at Brad. "So, let's try this one more time. Where is Sylvie ?" Loki was very close to Brad, looking down at him, causing Brad to look up. He attempted to maintain his confidence, concealing his fear, but it was evident that Brad was both nervous and afraid.

-"You're way too obsessed with her." He said to you and Mobius "He needs some therapy, I can recommend some".

-"Okay, come on" Mobius said walking towards them, pushing Loki backwards so we wouldn't do anything stupid. You approached Mobius in case he needed help.

-"...If you wanna work that out" Brad continued leaning forward in his chair now that Loki was far away enough of him. "Control your little pet, Mobius"

-"That got a little tense" You said, relieving some stress.

-"Hey, you wanna hear a good one? Knock, Knock" Mobius said to Brad.

-"Who's there ?" He played along.

-"Brad."

-"Brad who ?" Brad said, not really amused.

-"That's showbiz" Mobius laughed at his joke, and Loki smiled a little bit. "I don't want that to happen to you so, play along with us, answer our questions and we'll get you back there so they don't forget about you. How does that sound ?"

-"You would do that ?"

-"I will." Mobius confirmed.

-"You promise ?"

-"I promise". Brad looked at you and then at Loki and B15, saying a little "wow", pretending to be impressed.

-"You seeing this ?" He said pointing his finger at Mobius. He turned to look at Mobius again "Mobius, you could be an actor" He said with a determined, serious face that made Mobius laugh.

He still had a small smile on his face."I'm not an actor, I'm an analyst. But thank you."

-"You're not an analyst, I'm not a hunter." He looked around "None of this is real. I mean, who even are you, on the timeline, do you know ?"

Mobius shook his head. "It doesn't matter."

-"I think it does matter because none of this is real. The TVA is not your real home. Mobius isn't even your real name."

Mobius was not letting himself be destabilized by Brad: "Well, it's what I answer to."

-"Do you have any idea what kind of life you might have left behind? Who might be waiting for you back there? I mean, do you care ?" Mobius shook his head again. Loki glanced at Mobius. "You know they took our lives, and you're still here. I mean, it's kind of weird, man. I mean, you need to wake up."

You could tell Mobius was started to lose his temper, Brad just couldn't stop talking about how none of this was real.

-"I'm awake" Mobius stated which made Brad repeated himself :

-"Yeah, no. You're asleep." This situation was starting to make you anxious. It was just too much now.

-"I think we get it Brad." Brad didn't even hear you, instead, he continued talking.

-"You need to wake up Mobius"

-"I'm awake" Mobius repeated

-"And until you do, you're nothing" Brad continued. "She is nothing" He said, turning to B15 who he was referring to. He stood up "I don't know where to start with that" He said while looking at Loki. He paused and looked at you "Y/N, sweetie, you're nothing here and god knows you could be amazing" He said with a deeply sorrowful expression. "But no, you're all nothing here." Brad started yelling. He then looked at Mobius "And you Mobius, until you wake up, you're just a nowhere man. You're a-" Brad's speech was abruptly cut off as Mobius punched him in the face. Loki rushed to stop Mobius from landing more punches on Brad.

-"You're a nowhere man ! You're a silly little man. Silly little man." Mobius yelled at Brad before turning around and walking towards the door. Loki following him, he looked at you and you nodded at him.

-"Whoa...Whoa...Mobius !" Brad said, proud that he pushed the man to the edge. Mobius opened the door, Loki turned to look at Brad one more time before following Mobius, leaving you and B15 in the room with Brad. B15 decided to leave the room as well so she started to walk towards the door. Just as she was about to leave, she turned and asked you:

-"You're coming ?" You sighed. You really wanted Brad to cooperate so you needed to try something. You turned to look at him, finding him already looking at you. You joined B15 and whispered to her:

-"No I'm staying, I want to try and be nice to him to see if it could work... but you can go if you want." She gives you a "you'll be okay?" look so you simply nod at her.

-"Okay, but if anything, and I mean ANYTHING, happens, you leave this room okay ?" She whispers back

-"I promise"

-"Okay..."She looks at Brad quickly. "If Mobius or Loki ask, I'll tell them you're here." You thanked her as she left the room.

Behind you, Brad was smirking. "Need something babe?" Oh no, he needed to stop using nicknames, or else you will struggle to handle the situation. It's important not to get flustered every time he addresses you.

-“Quit the nicknames, Brad"

-"Why? It makes you nervous?" He asked with a larger smile as he decided to sit down again. He loved teasing you. But you were not going to play his game so you decided to not answer him.

You glared at him "You went a bit too far, don’t you think?” He scoffed and raised his hands in a defended way.

-"I simply said the truth. This is not our real life"

-“Yeah but it's not because some people like this life that they're weird or they're a bad person. Mobius likes his life here, that doesn't make him a bad guy”

-"But he doesn't even know his true life! He can't choose between this one and his real one because he never experienced it!"

-"It's his decision, end of the discussion." You said firmly.

There was a moment of silence between you two. You looked around lost in thought, while Brad kept his eyes fixed on you.

-"You could come with me" You looked at him and he had a serious expression on his face. He was not joking at all.

-"Why would I do that ?"

-"You'll have a life on your own and a very good one I would make sure of that. You've always been one of the few people who were nice to me even though.." You cut him.

-"Even though you're an asshole? Yep, that's correct, that's why I don't understand why you won't tell me anything! We just need Sylvie's location, Brad please just tell me" It was hard for him not to tell you the truth when you were begging him, looking at him with those big pleading eyes. "It's just us Brad, please tell me". His eyes drifted to the ground.

-"Only if you promise you'll come with me". You pondered. If that could save the TVA you had to agree. You could say yes and never actually do it just like Mobius who promised to bring Brad to his Timeline even though you doubt he'd actually do that. But you wanted to. You wanted to experience a life with him, and if you get tired of it, you'll still have a life in this timeline or you could even go back to the TVA. You had nothing to lose after all.

-"Okay, I promise". He lifted his face to look at you.

-"Really ?" He asked, not believing you said yes.

-"Yeah, I want to at least experience this life."

-“And you deserve it” he smiled at you before looking down again. "You'll also make sure Dox won't kill me? Because I left my post and she's kind of scary"

-"Okay I also promise you that" you chuckled and he sighed heavily.

-“Sylvie has a new life. She’s in 1984, in Oklahoma."

You had a hard time containing your joy, smiling a lot. “My god, thank you Brad, thank you so much !" He smiled back at you.

-“I’m only doing this for you”

You were still smiling “And I appreciate it” You turned to leave the room in order to find Loki and Mobius. You opened the door but turned around. “It does make me nervous” He looks at you with furrowed brows, wondering what you were talking about, so you added: “the nicknames you use for me”. He leaned back a bit, his mouth forming a little “oh”, he understood what you were talking about. He smiled before saying :

-“Yes I know, that’s why I call you like that. I only use them for you, you know ?” He smirked

-“I know” you said blushing and smiling as you closed the door, leaving Brad also smiling like an idiot. You two knew what it meant.

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Okay but now I kind of what to write a third part I don’t knowww 😭

#marvel #brad wolfe x reader #loki season 2 #loki series #mcu #rafael casal #rafael casal x reader

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I n e e d a post-engine Rick NSFW Alphabet, please ?

(hiatus? being gone for months? i don't know what you're talking about.

this post contains nc themes and gore and all things nasty. reader discretion advised and all that.)

RICHARD TRAGER NSFW ALPHABET (POST-ENGINE)

Aftercare | If one manages to get proper aftercare from Rick after he's been exposed to the engine, they deserve an award. Rick doesn't give a fuck. For most of the time. His game is to use and abuse his lover, and then maybe afterwards letting them stay around with their limbs intact. Oh, he won't kill that kind of a useful little thing, what would he do with a broken toy? But he might have to convince his lover to stay for a little while longer. Maybe binding them to a gurney and wheeling them around while whistling labouriously through his split lip. Just to show that while he's not gentle, he's at the very least merciful, right? Although, he's very fond of the idea of making his partner so dumb with orgasms that they can't really function after sex from the soreness, so that he has more control over them. Surface-level affection, almost mocking, cold baths and pushing his partner around on wheels since they're so weak. He gets a kick out of absolute control.

Body part | Fingers. No, sorry, but he has a hand fetish, and goes crazy watching his partner finger themselves and using their hands on themselves, specifically. On himself, he likes his ass. That's why it's always out. Easy, breezy, good to slap and grab at while he thrusts in. He laughs, feigning mild amusement but has to bite his tongue to not let out a needy moan when his ass is played with.

Cum | Dr. Trager has to make sure to give his favourite patient their daily injections, oh yes. He just needs to cum deep, deep inside, whatever hole he's thrusting into. He loves shoving his hips flush against his lover's face, forcing them to take his cum down their throat and seeing the tears and ugly gags as he chuckles and praises them; "Say ah - good, good job, sweets. That's it, take it all. Every last drop. Fuck, that's tight... Breathe through your nose. There we go. There we go."

Dirty secret | Nothing like being covered in blood and viscera and fucking animalistically on the floor, sweaty from running, skin bruised and lip split from the struggle. That's what Rick really likes.

Experience | Rick might be a little bit lost inside his own head and detached from reality, but he's still got it, so to speak. All that experience from beforehand is in his muscle memory. He knows what he's doing.

Favorite position | Any position where he can exercise control by being able to see his partner's face. He needs to see it all, see how the way he angles his hips makes his lover's eyes roll back, how their brows furrow as he's about to make them cum, how they grimace ever so slightly when he bends their body into an impossible angle, pushing his cock inside while gripping onto their thighs. So, anything with eye contact. Very important.

Goofy | Snarky but sexy, that's how he likes his fucking. He just doesn't shut up. It's like he has a fucked up porn parody script inside his head that never stops. He loves to hear his own voice if his mouth isn't occupied.

Hair | Little to no pubic hair left due to the state of his skin. He quips a lot about saving money on shaving products these days.

Intimacy | Like mentioned above, Rick is not very concerned about intimacy after being exposed to the horrors of Mt. Massive, however, he can't help but get a little lovey-dovey just as he's about to cum. A little bit of his former self slips out as his thrusts turn erratic and he bites back his whines and tries not to say "I love you, I fucking love you so much, fuck," as his fucktoy looks up at him adoringly. When his partner responds to his touch well, he can't help but soften up a little bit. Also, as he's desperate to cum and in a good mood, he's bound to say some teeth-rottingly sweet stuff.

Jack off | He doesn't really need to masturbate since he has his little assistant wherever he goes, except as a punishment. He'd definitely strap his misbehaving partner into a wheelchair or another contraption where they couldn't touch him, and just to tease them, he'd stand a few feet from them and give them a show. Stroking his cock languidly with a feral grin, just giggling and grunting, talking filthy as he watches his partner wriggle against their restraints. The struggle only turns him on more. Maybe he'll cum on their face, not bothering to clean it up and leave them all tied up, check up on them later, leaving his partner to grind their teeth in frustration. Jacking off is one of his tools of power, not a relieving of his urges.

Kink | Medical and surgery play, but times a hundred. Bondage, bloodplay, humiliation, exhibitionism - oh, he's going to make the other variants watch. Just to show them what they're missing.

Location | Honestly, any place in the asylum where he can wrestle his partner against a piece of rickety furniture is good enough for him - however, he prefers a more... medical setting, if it's available. Stirrups, hospital beds, wheelchairs, autopsy tables, any vertical surface in the male ward. The more bloodstained the better. His "consultation office" is one of his favourite places to fuck in, but he's not opposed to sneaking around to other places in the asylum. He just wants it to be dirty and forbidden.

Motivation | Torture. There, it's out there. Nothing like a good, adrenalizing chase or surgery to get the blood pumping. If his partner is an autassassinophiliac or just enjoys a good chase - even better, he might not even have to cut them up, the enthusiasm will certainly make up for the blood.

No | He doesn't like submitting to his lover. Just because he needs the control, needs the power, after he lost so much of his power and influence, his ego demands that his partners submit to him in all aspects. Even if they're on top, he's the one who's in control.

Oral | After being exposed to the engine, Rick gives oral like a starved man. It's like he's sensitive to and even somewhat addicted to his partner's pheromones. While he also loves to bury his cock into his partner's throat as a little stress reliever, he loves to hear his partner moan as he dives between their legs. That tongue can do wonders, and he can exercise control over his partner's pleasure while getting a proper taste of them. He always gets achingly hard when he gives oral, and loves when his lover pulls on his hair and digs their nails into his scalp. Loves it. Might even cum hands-free.

Pace | Fast and rough. When he's inside his lover, he can't be bothered to be all slow and sensual - that's what torture foreplay is for.

Quickie | Rick likes quickies. Just the thought of a free-use fucktoy he can use before going off to do his work gets him going. Quickies are definitely convenient when he has to attend to his patients. An office quickie with an assistant - what's not to like?

Risk | Sex with Rick after he's been through the engine is in and of itself a huge risk. Not to be gross, but he doesn't really think of the consequences of anything, he's just here to satisfy his own sadistic urges. He's willing to experiment with all kinds of things.

Stamina | Rick is nearly insatiable, and can go for several rounds without feeling exhausted or spent. Most of his motivation for rounds two, three and four come from overstimulating his partner without him solely chasing his own pleasure, and he's good at what he does, and takes his sweet time doing it, making sure his partner can't stand up straight after their treatment.

Toys | "What do you mean 'did you wash that speculum'? Do I look like I don't know what I'm doing? I'm the professional here, sweetheart."

Unfair | Rick is extremely sadistic, and any chance he gets to tease his partner, he takes it since it fuels his sadism to see tears of frustration run down his pretty toy's flushed face. So, lots of teasing, edging, all that, if he's in the mood to savour his prey.

Volume | His volume depends on his mood. When he's mad or in another kind of negative mood, he'll be pretty quiet, but most of the time, he's pretty loud and talkative. Lots of teasing, filthy words, groans and cursing. He doesn't have a filter.

Wild card | He's going to press those bone shears, blade against tender skin, on his lover's neck, grinning as he fucks them in rough, deep thrusts while their eyes dart from his undulating hips to the rusted tool in his hands, its hinge creaking dangerously as he presses it further against their throat. He loves the little red pearl necklace that forms on his lover's skin. Just a little bit of pressure, a desperate gasp, but not a slice, not the sound of gushing blood, just the sound of his prey struggling - and he cums. Deep, hard, with a feral growl.

X-ray | His cock is more responsive to stimuli than ever, getting painfully hard with even a little bit of action. It's sensitive, shapely, with bulging veins and a throbbing, prominent underside. Not to be disgusting (yet here we are) but the texture of his skin is different from before. Massages one's insides in a most lovely way.

Yearning | His sex drive is through the roof. Being so pumped full of hormones and having so much destructive energy, he needs to release all of it. He's very spontaneous and will get aroused from pretty much anything. The primal need to empty himself into his lover as roughly as possible is always there.

Zzz | Rick rarely sleeps. He can't stomach the nightmares anymore. Even though they excite him, sleep is not rest anymore, so he'll go without sleeping for as long as he can. Grumpy and groggy before a total shutdown. If this happens after fucking, he might let his lover curl up beside him, too tired to protest the cuddles. But he secretly likes it. He feels safe, in an almost animalistic, instinctual way.

(ok i'm sorry for the hiatus here's some porn to make up for it lol)

#outlast #outlast x reader #outlast fanfiction #not sfw #reader insert #alphabet #richard trager #richard trager x reader #blood /#gore /#nc themes /

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