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let-me-love-you-loki · 3 months

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Nowhere to Run--Ch. 56

A/N: I'm probably going to get hate for continuing this story. But this is just a story about a fictionalized version of a person. So if it bothers you, don't read.

Chapter 56

Just as Kat had predicted, Jericho refused to shut the door behind him as they all filed out of the Inner Circle locker room. That anxiety from the early days of their relationship started to press in against his ribs the moment Kat was out of sight. He wanted to stand where he could see them both, where he could keep his eyes on her and make sure that Jack Perry didn’t get within three feet of her. The sense of protectiveness was so overwhelming it nearly choked him. For a moment, he had to struggle to keep himself from bursting back into the room.

All he could do was listen for the sound of her voice. That would have to be enough to keep him calm until he could gather her up in his arms again.

***

I pulled myself upright, huffing and puffing as the weight of the little life within me shifted. “No, don’t offer to help, I’m good,” I snapped, an edge to my voice as I got myself up to sit. “It’s not like I’m fucking pregnant or anything.”

Jack opened his mouth like he wanted to say something. His face flattened at the word pregnant. A sneer tipped the corner of his lips upward. I braced myself for the anger and the venom. For the proverbial slap in the face that I knew was coming. He stood with his back against the wall, arms crossed over his chest. Part of me wanted to get up and smack him. At least then he’d be looking at me.

“I’m not going to keep doing this, Jack,” I said. My head throbbed and I honestly just wanted to go back to the hotel and sleep. I was starting to rethink coming back while I was pregnant. “So we need to have this conversation. We need to get this over with. I can’t deal with all of this stress and feeling like I have to look around corners to see if you’re there or walk around with an Inner Circle bodyguard.”

“You chose to do that,” he spat. The hard edge to his voice cut through me. “You’re the one who started up with him. Jesus Christ, Kat, he’s old enough to be your dad. People are going to think he’s the kid’s grandfather.”

The muscles in my jaw ached as I clenched my teeth. I took a deep breath and rested my hand on my belly. Jack railed against Jericho. About how I’d done something so horrible that it was unforgiveable. How I’d left California without a word to anyone. How I’d thrown years of friendship away.

“Oh, hell no,” I jumped in. “You don’t get to talk about throwing away a friendship. The only thing I did was fall in love with someone you didn’t like. You’re the one who decided that I wasn’t worth your time anymore. So I’m not the one who threw anything away. You did that. Yeah, I should have told your mom and Sophie that I was moving—”

Jack took a step toward me, jabbing his finger against his chest. “My mom? Sophie? You should have told me!”

I looked toward the door, knowing Jericho was just on the other side of the wall listening. Truth was, I expected him to come barreling in the moment he heard Jack’s raised voice. Part of me wanted him to. But I was equally glad that he hadn’t. That he was letting me handle this myself.

“Why would I have told you? You made it clear that you didn’t want to have anything to do with me. You called me a rat and a whore. You’re the reason I have this.” I pointed to the scar across my cheek, fighting to keep my voice even. I wasn’t going to get into a shouting match with Jack. Least of all because I knew I shouldn’t get myself over excited.

“That was an accident, and you know it,” he shot back. “You were in the way.”

I felt my spine straighten. I remembered every single second of that day. From showing up to Daily’s Place to being interrogated by Santana to the ambush by Luchasaurus. To the fight that broke out, the mirror shattering, ricocheting from the wall to slash my cheek. Getting stitches in the medical room. Crying in the night as Jack’s angry words ran circles in my head.

“You know what,” I said quietly. There was a sense of rage boiling through my veins that was almost possible to control. “I can see that your head is still so far up your own ass that you haven’t seen daylight in months. This is useless. But I can’t say that I didn’t try.”

My heart sank down toward my stomach at the knowledge that Jack and I wouldn’t ever be friends like we used to be. There wouldn’t be any fixing what was broken. No matter how hard I tried or how much I wanted it.

“You can go, Jack.” My breath caught.

I blinked hard, trying to hold back the tears that I knew would come soon. It didn’t matter to me if Jack saw that I was hurt by this, but I refused to let him see me cry. He wouldn’t see that.

“That’s it?” Jack said with a shadow of something underneath his words. “You’re choosing that fucking prick over me?”

I almost didn’t answer. “No. Even if it had been, you made the choice for me.”

***

It took every ounce of self-control that Jericho had to stop himself from busting into the room and throwing Jack Perry straight out on his ass. He could see Kat in his mind’s eye, and he didn’t have to imagine the hurt on her face. He knew how much Jack meant to her, even if he himself didn’t understand it. More than anything, he just wanted Kat to be happy. If that meant having Jack Perry around, he would deal with it as long as the little punk could treat her with some respect.

Jericho just hated that fact that, because of him, that wasn’t likely to happen.

Before he could take another breath, Jack stalked into the hallway. He made it two steps before he turned back toward Jericho with a sneer on his face. “This is your fault. You fucking took her from me.”

Jericho stayed quiet. He did nothing more than stare him down as he had his little temper tantrum. If he’d had his suspicions before, he was certain of them now. Jack Perry was completely in love with Kat. Everything about the way he acted radiated it. There was no hiding it anymore. It was a wonder that Kat didn’t see it.

Or maybe she did.

Just maybe she did.

After a tense moment, Jack swore and turned on his heel. Jericho didn’t even let him get out of sight before he slid through the doorway. Looking back over his shoulder, he saw Santana, Ortiz, and Jake take up positions as if they were bodyguards. Sammy had disappeared.

Kat was sitting up on the sofa, one hand on the curve of her belly and the other over her eyes. She didn’t look up when he sat down beside her, but she did lean against his shoulder. Jericho wrapped his arms around her and sighed.

“I’m sorry,” he said softly. “I’m so sorry, Kat.”

She took a deep breath and pressed her face against the curve of his neck. She wiped her eyes and let her free hand settle on his knee. Jericho laced his fingers with hers and pressed a kiss against the top of her head.

“Whatever happens, I’m not going anywhere.”

“I know,” Kat whispered back. “I know.”

She drew his hand over to her belly so that he could feel the gentle motions of the baby. He smiled, a tinge of sadness in it. He couldn’t stop himself. “He’s in love with you, Kat. You know that, don’t you?

***

I closed my eyes against the tears that threatened to spill out. It was the one thing I didn’t want to think about, not now. Not when I’d watched the best friend I’d ever have just walk away. Probably for good this time. There was no question in my mind that Jack Perry hated me with everything he had now. Nothing was going to fix this. And everything… everything was going to be different from this moment on.

“Please,” I plead softly. The fresh ache of losing Jack had settled deep behind my ribs. I couldn’t let him see it. I just couldn’t. “I don’t want to talk about this.”

Jericho’s chest expanded with his breath. He circled his arms more tightly around me, practically drawing me into his lap. His entire body was filled with tension. I could feel it bleeding into me, twisting my stomach into knots until I felt like I was going to be sick.

I sensed him open his mouth to speak, but no words came out. Instead, he just smoothed my hair back from my face and rubbed my back gently. I tried to breathe. To settle myself into something that resembled calm. My head started to swim, and I was sure for a moment that I was going to pass out. If I hadn’t already been sitting down, I might have.

“I know it’s hard, sweetheart,” he said gently. I tried to focus on the gentle pressure of his hand on the center of my back. “Give it time. Let’s go home.”

The thought of home made my chest ache in a whole new way. I wanted our bed, our living room, the view of the water from the deck. I wanted the room that he’d been painstakingly turning into a nursery. I wanted that sense of feeling safe. Of being safe.

But then I looked up and saw the Inner Circle hovering just outside the door. I didn’t see Sammy, but the other three were there. They were watching with concern painted over their features. It was an odd thing to see on Jake.

“No,” I whispered back. I sat up straight and wiped my eyes. I drew in a deep breath. “If I run away now… if I run away again… he’s won. He’s pushed me out once, I’m not going to let him do it again.”

Santana grinned, crossing his arms over his chest as he laughed. “There’s my girl.”

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do you have any good references for bigger body types?

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I use a fat model tag here on Tumblr. You can sometimes search by model name in my DA Archive if you know a certain model has a body type you are looking for. Here's a guide to everyone though I'm never tagged by name:

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Hotman Zuko doing the Dancing Dragon

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I don’t wanna fight, lemme cum inside you~

Various characters x Fem!reader

Warnings: Piv, no plot, smut, cream pie, dumbification, not proof read

Inspired by the one line in “Mañana” by Tainy, Young Miko, & The Marías

You had no idea that the tiny fight you had would escalate into a bigger fight, and ultimately end up with you getting pinned down into the mattress — face down, ass up, and hands behind your back.

You can’t even remember what the fight was about— not when you’re getting your back blown out so good you can’t even think straight. You can barely disypher the words your boyfriend is panting as he drills into you.

“Oh, baby, you know I hate it when we fight.” He grunts — never letting up his relentless pace. You let out warbled moans in response. Drool now coming out of the corner of your mouth by how fucked out you are.

“You know I hate fighting with you, right? Lemme cum inside you to show you how sorry I am.” You hear him grunt over the pap, pap, pap of his balls smacking against you with each thrust. You can’t even form a coherent thought, let alone voice it. You just moan even louder and you feel your pussy start to get even wetter than it already was.

He chuckles at your reaction, “I’m gonna take that as a yes.” A few more hard thrusts and you can feel his heavy load fill you all the way up until there was no more room and it begins to leak out. Although he’s already cumming, he’s still slowly grinding into you. It’s not much but it’s just enough to finally get you to cream around him.

“There she is.” You’re struggling to catch your breath after such an intense orgasam. Pulling out, he carefully flips you over — cum leaking out of messy pussy and all over the sheets. He then agonizingly slow lines himself and pushes in letting out a nasty squelch.

“Don’t get too comfortable babe… I’m not done apologizing yet.”

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did the six fanarts thing again on twitter (it was fun!)

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Tw gore ⚠️ fake scenario

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These two may look somewhat similar-

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Miss Ma-san protecting her GIRLS !

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let-me-love-you-loki · 7 months

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Nowhere to Run--Ch. 55

Chapter 55

It felt like the hallway stretched out in front of them as if it would never end. Jericho trailed behind Jack with his heart caught high in his throat and his head spinning. Somehow, Santana had gotten to the front and had raced down the cinderblock corridor. The sound of the door banging against the wall echoed like a gunshot. Jericho could feel the weight of his terror pressing against his ribs. Dark spots blinked in front of his eyes as he tried to focus on Kat’s head lolling against Jack Perry’s bicep.

“Move it,” Jack snapped as he practically shoved his way past Santana to get into the Inner Circle locker room. He raced across the room, dodging suitcases and chairs to get to the low sofa against the wall. Kat whimpered as he lowered her down, propping her head on the arm.

Santana stepped out of the way to let Jericho in. The rest of the Inner Circle followed right behind, crowding into the small room. They moved out of the way to let him get to the sofa. His heart pounded in his ears as he studied the pale hue of Kat’s face. At least she was breathing. He could see her chest rise and fall slowly.

“Sammy, get me a wet towel from the bathroom,” Jericho said as he sat on the edge of the sofa next to her hip. “Jake, go get Doc Sampson.”

They barely hesitated before heading off on their individual errands. Water ran in the sink in the bathroom. Jake’s heavy footsteps echoed until they were inaudible.

***

Jack found himself hovering at the end of the sofa, chewing on the edge of his thumb. Kat’s head rolled side to side as she let out faint whimpers of discomfort. Her brow furrowed as her eyelids fluttered. He watched, his skin crawling, as Jericho rested his palm on the curve of her stomach.

Kat moved sluggishly until her fingers settled over Jericho’s. She drew in a deep, shaky breath that started a rush of color into her cheeks. “Chris?”

“I’m right here,” Jericho said softly. He reached out as Sammy handed him a damp paper towel, then settled it gently on Kat’s forehead. Jack clenched his fists. “Do you want the lights off?”

She sighed and put her free hand over the towel. “What happened?”

Jack felt someone staring holes through his chest. When he looked up, he saw Sanatana glaring at him as if he wanted to shove him straight through the wall. The rage that simmered below the surface of Jack’s skin made him almost hope that Santana made a move. A fight would make him feel better.

“The boys were being idiots,” Jericho replied. His thumb stroked gently over Kat’s belly. “Santana and Jack were picking a fight with each other, and you got in the middle of it. Worked yourself up yelling at the two of them and got dizzy.”

For half a second, Jack felt his eyes go wide. He was surprised that Jericho hadn’t just thrown him under the bus over the whole thing.

“If Jack hadn’t caught you, you’d have bashed your head on the floor.”

What the fuck is he playing at? Jack thought caustically.

***

“Is everyone okay?” I asked quietly. My mouth was dry, and it was hard to speak.

Jericho’s faint laughter rolled over me like the warmth of a blanket. He stroked his palm in soft circles along my stomach. “You’re impossible, Kat,” he said, voice tinged with equal parts worry and happy exasperation. “Yes, everyone’s fine. Nothing happened. You put both of them in their place before anything happened.”

“Good,” I grunted. “You’re all a bunch of children with your heads up your asses most of the time anyway.”

He laughed again, louder and more full-bodied this time. “Whatever you say, Katarina.”

I cracked open one eye and glared at him beneath my lashes. “Don’t start with me, Christopher.”

Jericho leaned forward and kissed me softly. His nose nuzzled against mine. “You scared the absolute shit out of me.” My fingers wrapped around his as they settled against my belly. “I couldn’t get to you fast enough.”

I reached up with the other hand and settled my palm against his cheek. The rough stubble scratched pleasantly against my skin. He was warm and close, the scent of Irish Spring filling the space between us. “I’m so sorry.”

He kissed me again, lingering half a second longer than before. “I shouldn’t have let you talk me into coming back. You should be at home resting. We should be at home.” His lashes brushed against my cheek, followed by the heartbreaking sensation of teardrops. “I promised you that I would take care of you.”

“You have,” I whispered back. “You do, Chris. It’s not your fault I’m more stubborn than a backwoods Tennessee mule.”

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It felt like someone had just punched Jack as hard as they could in the middle of his chest. He couldn’t breathe. His heart seemed to have stopped dead behind his ribs as his father’s voice echoed through his head. It was as if Luke Perry was standing right in front of him just like he’d used to, arms crossed over his chest and staring at him with a light in his eyes that was equal parts frustration and amusement.

Jack was immediately flung backward in time. Without even trying, he conjured up an image of the Perry farm awash in bright summer sunshine. His father walking along the fence line in faded jeans and a pair of worn boots, baseball cap pulled low over his eyes as he watched horses meander through the clover fields. Kat sitting on the fence and swinging her bare feet playfully. Nighttime washing over everything as he tried to mediate a screaming match between Jack and Kat over some minor thing.

“I swear to God,” Jack could hear his father say, “the two of you are ridiculous. Stupid. Idiotic. More stubborn than a backwoods Tennessee mule. And I’ve seen a good few of those that were easier to deal with!”

The memory was so clear, so strong, so real that Jack felt dizzy. He stumbled back, his shoulders slamming against the wall. He gasped as he tried to drag air into his lungs. The sound echoed.

Caught Kat’s attention.

***

My head started to swim as I tried to sit up. It took a moment for my vision to clear enough to see Jack practically collapsed against the wall at the end of the sofa. His face was pale, dark eyes standing out.

“Jack,” I whispered, my voice cracking. Fear lanced up my spine, dragging with it a worry that he wouldn’t answer. That he wouldn’t speak to me. I cleared my throat and tried again. “Jack?”

He didn’t answer. It was as if he was lost in his own world somewhere. His dark eyes were unfocused, staring off into space. There was something about his face that made my heart fall into my stomach. In that moment, he wasn’t the angry Jack who’d yelled at me and called me a whore on the delivery bay. He looked… sad. Lonely. Vulnerable.

He looked like the Jack who had once been my best friend.

I glanced back at Jericho who was still sitting on the sofa next to my hip. There was a shadow of worry behind his blue eyes when he looked at me. His hand rubbed slow circles on my stomach, thumb brushing back and forth. His palm settled low on my belly, feeling for the push and stretch of our baby moving. It was something he’d taken to doing not long after the first kick. He did it absently, as if it was a talisman. A way to calm himself. To remind himself that we were real, that we were here. He took several slow breaths as he watched me. I felt his eyes searching my face.

I looked at the set of his jaw and knew exactly what he was thinking. The last thing he wanted to do was leave me anywhere alone with Jack Perry.

My hand settled over his, threading our fingers together. His warmth spread through me as I met his gaze. For just a moment everyone and everything in the room faded away. It was just the two of us. The three of us. My belly stretched and jumped as the little life inside me pressed against it. Jericho closed his eyes and leaned forward. His cheek settled on my chest, lips settled over my heart.

“I can’t do this, Kat,” he whispered against my collarbone. “I can’t.”

My free hand settled against the back of his head. The dark blond locks twirled around my fingers. The scent of his shampoo filled the space between us, mixing in with the calming aroma of Irish Spring. “Chris, it’s okay,” I replied soothingly. “Look at me. Look at me, please.”

Jericho hesitated. Then, instead of looking up, he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me tight against him. His hands slipped beneath my back, drawing me up against his chest and tucking his face against the curve of my neck. My breath caught in my chest as I felt the first tear against my skin.

“Oh, Chris…” Tears of my own burned up the back of my throat. I gathered him close and pressed a gentle kiss against his forehead. “Talk to me.”

He was quiet, the tears still settling on my skin. I could feel my heart breaking deep inside my chest. It took a moment for me to realize he was whispering something. It was barely audible, a brush of breath against my neck.

“Don’t ask me to do this,” he prayed. “I can’t leave you here without me. Not like this. Not right now. Not with him.”

“Hey, you absolutely ricockulous man,” I said, surprised by the faint smile that spread over my lips. “You stupid, idiotic, moronic, wonderful, amazing man.”

Jericho finally looked up at me, brows furrowed together. His eyes were glassy and red, and his mouth was curled in a confused frown. He stared at me as if he couldn’t understand why I was on the verge of laughter.

“You aren’t going off on a tour of Siberia with only a smoke signal to contact me,” I replied, doing my best to keep the incredulous laughter from spilling out. “For Christ’s sake, you’ll be in the hallway. And I know you’ll be listening to every word.”

“Katarina,” he said with a dark tone carrying beneath his voice.

I tried so hard not to laugh. I forced my mouth into a serious frown. “Christopher.”

For a moment Jericho and I stared at one another. I waited. He closed his eyes, scrubbed his fingers over his forehead and sighed.

“The door stays open.” I watched him glare at Jack, knowing those words weren’t for me.

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