𝙪𝙣·𝙧𝙚·𝙖𝙡·𝙞𝙨·𝙩𝙞𝙘 ✕

So, this is gonna be the final update I make for this blog. I think I’ll be retiring from here and moving to Discord. The laptop I used for this blog no longer works and I’m unable to download the specific addons onto my husband’s PC in order to write. So, if you’d still like to write with me, feel free to add my Discord. Just let me know who you are!

handle: needtoprotect

Open to: M (could be friends, strangers, lovers, secret affair, taboo - go nuts)

“The way you keep glancing over here there’s either something you want to say to me or you’re trying to work up the courage to kiss me for New Years kiss.”

"I mean..." The god offered a confused shrug. "Isn't that what most of Midgardian traditions is on this day? If you do not wish for it.. I can try and seek out someone else."

“What can I say? I’ve been excited for this day to come! In fact… You should check the top left drawer of our dresser.” Hannes chuckled, letting him put the ring on his finger before pulling him in even closer. “God, this ring is gorgeous! How much even was this?!” He asked after pulling back and glancing to the ring.

Hannes tilted his head ever so slightly to the side as he watched Ryan slip off the couch and into a kneeling position in front of him. Though, when he saw that little black box, he instantly knew exactly where this was headed. “Yes! God, fucking yes~! I mean, is… This a good time to mention that I’ve already been calling you my husband at work?” The librarian teased the last part before moving to pull his now fiance up for a kiss.

Hannes let him take his hand into his own, giving it a gentle little squeeze to help calm the two of them down. “Well… Yes, I know that… I mean, it’s been the same for me. Being with you has been the biggest highlight in my entire life.. What’s going on? Just… Spit it out, I promise I’m not gonna be mad or upset-”

“Oh thank fuck…. I’m gonna be honest, my mind almost went there for a second…” The librarian chuckled as he moved to sit down on the couch, patting the cushion next to him. “What’s on your mind, Ry?”

Peter yelped in surprise when suddenly he found himself being grabbed and pushed up against the door, crowded and pinned there and Peter had to stare up with wide eyes due to the height difference. It was funny, Peter was the adventurer with the weapons on him and this man was simply a tavern owner…and yet with the sheer size of him and intensity of his gaze you would of sworn it was the other way around in terms of power dynamic. “I…don’t know, I was only planning on one night…I have to keep travelling to the capital” Peter explained. Normally he would just sleep in the forests but rumours had it the bandits roamed in these parts and the risk of being caught by them was too large on his own. “I…whatever the mission is, I can handle it. Please I…need this room.”

Cinnamon hues glazed over the smaller figure that laid pressed against one of his tavern's many doors. Upon hearing the small boy agree to still take on the mission a large hand leaned down to grip at his waist and thrust the male against his form. "I like your enthusiasm kid." With his hand still gripping tightly at Peter's waist, he slowly guided the male to the right to unlock the door. Once fully granted access, he allowed Peter to walk in first. This was mainly, again, to hint at that if Peter still was having second thoughts he was more than welcome to leave. When he saw Peter walk into the room, Booker was quick to fall in his shadow. The door closes behind them. Now, it was just them two hidden away from the rest of the world. "Get down on your knees." Booker instructed smoothly with a quick snap and point to the floor. "Cute little guys like you need to use their lips for more than just talking."

In year two after the snap, Fitz gave up on bringing his friends back. He was utterly alone in the world, with nothing to keep him company but his tech. He isolated himself on a farm where he created a new life for himself. He was known in the small village as the grumpy weird man with an accent. He did not mind the label, nor did he go into the village often.  He had a cow he kept for milk, which was taken care of by his drones, and chickens for eggs. It was a sweet but lonely life. 

  He was warned by one of his drones of an intruder and his jaw dropped when he checked the cameras to see who it was. He stepped outside, and, albeit older and emotionally scarred, he found that his inner Avenger fanboy still lived alive and well under the facial hair and his new taste for flannel. “I thought you were just some insanely good cosplayer at first,” he called out to make his presence known, one did not want to sneak up on an Avenger “Did you want to come inside? I just cooked some corn on the cob. Well, Bashful did, but I helped.”

Thor missed his friends. Hell, he even missed the enemies that he would slay on a daily basis with his Avenger buddies by his side. Ever since the snap, Thor felt so painfully alone. A feeling he thought he'd never truly experience since the loss of his brother. That faithful night just kept playing over and over again in his head like a movie. He couldn't stop it no matter how little sleep he tried to get or how much he tried to trick his brain into thinking of elsethings. He just wanted everything to go back to the way it was but he knew he'd be unsuccessful on his own. So why try something he knew he was gonna fail at? There was no point.

Today started like any other day. Thor woke-up just before sunrise in order to get his daily work-out in. Couple mile run, a effortless hike up the mountains, and using cracked tree trunks as lifting weights. Typical work-out regiments. That was until Thor saw what he assumed to be a robot of some sort. A drone, maybe? Seeing this flying hunk of metal only meant one thing. There was bound to be someone around controlling it. He needed to find them. Whether they were a friend or foe didn't matter. Thor still had his god like abilities. He could surely handle himself if things went sour. Soon enough, he came upon a farm and the owner. "Cosplayer? I do not know what that is but it is I, Thor! I surely thought everyone had perished. --Corn on the cob? I'd love to try some puny human."

Cassie pulled her hand back from his cheek and laid down whenever he gave the command, just like he surely knew she would and got comfortable. She’d need as much comfort as she could get, she could already tell. For if he was being this nice to her, she knew she was in for a long night. But he knew that she could handle it - he had faith in her, so she wasn’t worried. Not really. Cassie trusted him in this regard even if she shouldn’t in any other aspect. A gasp was pulled from her as one finger turned into two and already she was reeling in the pleasure. No matter how toxic the pair of them got, she always knew this part would be good. Her head tilted backward as she gripped the edges of her sundress and pulled upward. He deserved unrestricted access to her at all times, and this was her way of helping with that. It seemed as though it wasn’t enough however and before she knew it, he was yanking her down to the end of the bed and she was left squeaking out in surprise by the time he dove in head first between her thighs. “Fuck!” Legs were quick to wrap around him just as he liked and despite him just getting started she already felt herself close to the edge. “F..fuck Ky – God you feel so good.” 

Rockelle felt how cold his body was against hers. It reminds her of a past lover she had, a demon, who would be ice cold. She would think he was dead with how stiff and cold he would sleep. Ryan felt different to her though, more lively and less stiff? Maybe it was due to him tossing and turning at night, either way, she appreciated that he respects her space and didnt do anything. Glad to see some men had morals!

This was the first time in a few days she had sleep, tours were always restless affairs. She was glad that she had gotten some well deserved rest and potentially made a friend too! The poor plushie that she was sleeping with was on the floor and was moved out of the bed from his tossing and turning. The young woman opened her eyes, blinking a few times to let her eyes set to the light. She sat up for a moment, letting out a whine, rubbing her eyes.

She was glad her curtains were closed since she would be sad if she hurt poor Ryan! Rockelle stretches, cracking her back, glancing over at Ryan. “Bonjour…” She starts and shakes her head with a groan. “Shit sorry wrong language…Good morning….Im sorry to lay on you, you are so comfortable..” She mutters sleepily and yawned. Rockelle takes a deep breath, picking up her plushie from the floor with a gentle Korean scolding followed shortly after. She didnt seem phased at the break in from last night, not being hostile or angry towards him.

With that, she gets out of bed, putting on her slippers. “Stay here my love, you can get some rest while I make breakfast. Do you like your bacon crispy? How do you like your eggs?” She asks as she began to move around her room to clean up lightly. Her room was messy from the concert and last minute packing, so she hangs up some clothes and puts away shoes. “Do you drink coffee? I have an expresso machine that I can make you a Noisette or an Americano.” She continues, grabbing some pajamas and placed them on the foot of the bed.

It was strange to say the least. For Rockelle having her house broken into and almost being his midnight snack, she was calm. She took a moment to lean against her dresser and tilts her head at him. “You are really nice. Thank you for respecting my wishes and my space. I appreciate that. Im sorry for zapping you by the way. Are you hurt at all?” She asks with genuine concern.

Once Rockelle began to stir and make her rounds about the room, a flash of confusion colored the vampire's pale cheeks. How was she still so calm about what happened last night? He broke in! He tried to turn her into a midnight snack! That wasn't normal. She should be freaking out right now. She should be calling the police... bombarding him with questions. Jesus Fucking Christ... SOMETHING. Was she used to this? Was this not the first time someone broke into her house? It sure as hell seemed like it based her cool reactions.

Sitting up, Ryan blinked a few times when she began to inquire about his breakfast choices. "Chewy bacon and scrambled eggs with black pepper. Now, don't get me wrong. You offering to cook me food is nice and all but are we not gonna talk about last night?" Slipping out of the bed, Ryan linked his fingers together and threw his arms above his head to stretch out his stiff limbs. "Gettin' your home broken into isn't something you exactly gloss over with the invite of food."

Hearing a couple bones crack, Ryan let out a pinched moan before dropping his hands to his side. "I should probably put my shirt back on." Sidestepping away from the bed, Ryan exited the bedroom and headed back into the bathroom to fetch his shirt. Quickly throwing it on, Ryan glanced down at the tiny little blood sploshes that rested near the bottom. When he got home, he was gonna need to wash this shirt as soon as possible so the red didn't stain it.

Making his way out of the bathroom, Ryan was soon smacked in the face with the delicious aroma of breakfast cooking. Leaning up against the counter top with his elbows, Ryan watched Rockelle cook intently. "You are such a strange woman... you know that? I don't think I've ever met someone in my life quite like you. If I'm gonna be staying here until tonight... we might as well get to know each other a little better, yeah? I'll go firt."