"On another note, be possessive with me." - Love, Stevie (Captainforacause)
“So come over here.”
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"On another note, be possessive with me." - Love, Stevie (Captainforacause)
“So come over here.”
"Father," it's hardly audible, a word uttered through the gurgling snarl of a beast, and yet it holds no fire, no harshness even still. Burbling forth between bloodstained jaws and wicked, silver, teeth, parting ever more as saliva and gore drooled the floor and hackles prickled in vicious defense. Anyone who knew Fenrir, knew him not to be the monster to be seen without, but as he stood, staining the loungeroom floor with his filth, the wolf could only hope now Loki would see past that too.
Disgust filled the tricksters features at the sight of the gaping maw dripping with gore, his nose pulling up as the stench filled the room and his stomach churned. The scent of blood he could handle, but the sight of it, and the mixed in with the scent of wolf’s breath and saliva was enough to make him want to regurgitate the meals he’d eaten in the past day. His eyes slowly move from the wolfs monstrous jaw to the floor where the dripping contents created a pool of filth. "I’ve told you to keep your bloody maw outside.“ He growls back, ready to put a collar and chains on his own son to keep him from coming inside until he learned to clean himself after a kill. “After all this time, you come back, covered in the entrails of someone, seeking my help?” With a snicker, he approaches the wolf, avoiding the filth so he would not ruin his boots. “Who was it?” He asks, his empathy for both wolf and victim pushed aside in his curiosity. Resting his hand on the top of Fenrir’s head, he begins to pet the wolf to calm him long enough to hear what he has to say before tossing him outside to clean himself off.
"Don't push me away, you need me."
“I don’t need anyone.” Jack hisses back angrily.
“Do I have to change my name?” ((because we both know he'd arrange some kind of 'i now own you and you have to live with me' with Bunbun Steve because like, who wouldn't?))
“Yup.” He replies without hesitation, “You’re a Rollins now.”
Who do you prefer better, that little monster called Alex that you seem to keep despite his wrongdoings? Or your sweet little Steve bunny you like to whore out to the rest of STRIKE?
That is an impossible question to answer. Alex and Steve are nothing alike, you can’t even begin to compare them.
Alex is raw and dangerous. He’s capable of things no other is, understands the darkness in my heart. Steve so naive and sweet. So easy to manipulate and bend to my every whim.
I don’t intend to let either of them go.
Nonnie, just take them both on a trip to the trashcan, we all know Monroe likes it there anyway <3
let me remind u that ur ass is both my FB boyfriend & my pet. it’s official, no takebacks I don’t make the rules. <3
👍 x infinity tbh because im even suprised you evolved so far from your mango descent that you have enough limbs to type w o w. <3
Send 👍 if you like my character portrayal; please say why. :: Accepting
-steamrolls you with her mango-ness-
@captainforacause
“It’s all still so weird..” he murmured, offering a small sigh. “I don’t know what’s real and what’s not.”