#brad snider x reader

[rfxiii]

(posted this on ao3 cuz my stuff tends to get a little bit more traction there lately, and forget to post it here. this was basically a short one-shot to explore a little of the, slightly toxic, dynamic between my oc, Riley Ramos, and Brad. but I wrote in second person pov, so I thought I’d post it here 🤷🏻‍♀️)

12 Fractures

TW:Smut, toxic relationships

[You’d been in a sort of situationship with Brad for a couple months now. And just like it had been for the past two years you’d known each other, you had your good days and your bad days. But after a day like today, you can’t help but feel that sometimes you’d both be better off dead. It’s the only way you’d ever be able to leave each other alone.]

“Ya know,-.. Sometimes I think they’d be better off if they just killed each other..” scoffs Michael Townley- watching the unfolding argument in the bar parking lot.

“They’re freaks. This is like foreplay for them. Guarantee they’ll fuck about it later.” muses Trevor Philips- snickering to himself as he leans against the car beside Michael and watches with the amusement of a person watching a trashy reality show.

“You are such a fucking asshole!! I was just talking to the guy! You didn’t have to punch him! We looked like fuckin’ trailer trash psychos in there!” you scream- standing a distance away from Michael and Trevor as you unknowingly provide half the entertainment for the watching duo.

You’d been in this “situationship” with Brad Snider for months now. And while he’d never man up or admit to wanting anything more from you than sex, he just couldn’t control his violent tendency for jealousy- taking out that anger on any other man who looked at you just a moment too long. He’d scare off completely innocent men and guys you were genuinely interested in, he’d talk down to you, you’d scream at him, you’d even come close to slapping him a few times. But at the same time-.. At the same time he could be such a sweet talker, he could be charming when he wanted to be, and fuck if he couldn’t make you feel better than any other man ever had. You hated him at times, and you were sure he hated you too. But you just couldn’t let him get too far away.

“News flash, sweetheart! We are trailer trash! And I wouldn’t have hit the fuckin’ guy if you weren’t practically fucking him with your goddamn eyes all night, you fuckin’ skank!” Brad fires back- giving you a taunting sneer like he’s speaking to a child he thinks is stupid.

“Oh, fuck you!! You’re such a piece of shit, Brad! You don’t get to call me a fucking skank after the way you fucking snuck off with that goddamn stripper in the last town! You’re lucky you haven’t caught something, you fuckin’ whore! I hate you!” you shout back- the palms of your hands slamming as hard as your body can manage against Brad’s broad chest.

“And I fuckin’ hate you too, baby! Only reason you’re still around is cuz you’re decent in bed!” Brad mocks, a cruel grin twisting his lips as he catches you by your wrists.

You let out a growl of frustration, fighting violently as you can to free your wrists and throw a punch despite knowing how overpowered you were by him,“Let me go! Get the fuck off, shithead! I just wanna go back to the motel! I’m sick of your ugly fucking face!”

“Then fucking go! I’m sick of hearing your goddamn, annoying ass voice, bitch!” Brad snaps back- releasing your wrists harshly.

“Fuck you!” you scream- taking off on foot back toward the motel you were all staying at, a plume of wispy air in your wake as the chill makes your breath visible while you curse Brad under your breath.

“Fuckin’ bitch..” Brad mumbles, stomping back toward Trevor and Michael with an aura of chaotic rage swirling around his person.

“That went great.” Michael comments with a snarky roll of his eyes- earning him nothing but a hatful glare from Brad before Trevor is cutting in.

“Sooo,- Since you got us kicked outta that bar, what’re we doing now?” Trevor huffs with hands shoved in his pockets.

“Fuck it. There were like three fuckin’ clubs up the road that bitch didn’t wanna go to. Let’s go.” Brad huffs, stalking past Trevor to get into the car.

“Well,- At least they didn’t kill the whole mood tonight like they usually do.” Trevor shrugs as he climbs into the car- leaving Michael to wonder how the huge argument didn’t kill the mood, in Trevor’s opinion.

You spend the night alone, sure he’s not coming back tonight. And it’s almost four in the morning when a heavy knock erupts through your motel room door- jolting you a bit in surprise as you’d spent most of the night sulking and watching crappy cable tv. You already know who it is, and as much as you want to just ignore the knocking, you know it’ll only make the subsequent argument worse if he’s still in a bad mood.

With a heavy sigh you push open the door and look up at Brad with a cool, neutral gaze to keep from starting a fight with just your expression, “What?”

“Shut up.” is the only response you get as the door is forced fully open and Brad is quickly ripping you off your feet- forcing you to wrap your legs around his waist while he slams the door behind him.

“Ah.. So, it’s like that tonight.” you think to yourself as you taste alcohol on Brad’s lips while the blond pulls you into a harsh kiss and shoves his tongue into your mouth.

“Fuck, baby.. You know I don’t mean to yell at you.. You just fuckin’ piss me off sometimes..” Brad mutters between kisses as he carries you to the bed, “And the way everyone looks at you.. They all know how fuckin’ hot you are.. Shit pisses me off.. You’re fuckin’ mine..”

You stay quiet, knowing this was the only form of ‘apology’ you ever get from Brad- but it is what it is, and secretly, it was what kept you around. You liked the fighting and making up just as much as Brad did. Maybe you were both just crazy trailer trash- but if you were, at least you were stuck with each other.

And while you’re so caught up in the way Brad grips your hips and his teeth sink none too gently into your skin, Michael and Trevor begin to wish they’d stayed out just a little later. Rhythmic, violent thumping echoes through the room as Michael and Trevor lay in their motel room and try to get to sleep in the early hours of the morning- having not had a moment of peace since they’d gotten back.

Clothes scatter about the room, and he pins you none too gently to the bed. And as the hot blood rushes to your cheeks from Brad's rough bites to your throat, you find yourself responding in kind, nipping and sucking at his neck and collarbone. His grunts of pleasure vibrate against your lips when you drag your nails down his skin, and the sound drives you wild. You arch your back, pressing your hips against his, wanting him deeper, harder. He meets your frantic rhythm, thrusting into you with a rough urgency that matches your own.

Your room spins, the cheap motel walls blurring together as you lose yourself in the sensation of being so thoroughly claimed. The scent of sweat and sex fills the air, and you can feel the headboard slamming against the wall behind you with each powerful stroke. The world outside this room fades away, leaving only the two of you in this small, intense bubble of passion and need.

But as you glance up at Brad's face, caught between pleasure and pain, desire and anger, you can't help but wonder what will happen next. There are so many layers to this relationship, and you never know which one will surface at any given moment. Sometimes, you think you’re the perfect couple: inseparable, but always ready for a fight or a fuck. And then there are times like this, when you wonder how much more of this you can take before it all comes crashing down around you.

You try to push the thought aside as Brad's hand finds its way between your bodies, teasing at your clit. His touch is rough and demanding, and you can feel the familiar tightness building low in your belly. You moan his name, urging him on, needing him to make you feel this way, to make it all go away, even if only for a little while.

As you near the brink, you arch your back off the bed, your fingernails digging into his shoulders. His answering growl sends shivers down your spine, and you explode around him, your body shuddering with release. He follows you over the edge, thrusting deep one last time as his own climax washes over him in a wave of pleasure and pain as he spills his hot release inside you.

Collapsed together on the bed, you take a few moments to catch your breath, the rhythm of your heartbeats gradually slowing to a normal pace. You feel dazed and sated, but there's still a lingering unease in the pit of your stomach. You can't help but wonder if this was just another fight, or if this time something really had changed between you.

"You okay?" Brad asks quietly, nuzzling into your neck. He sounds almost hesitant, almost uncertain. You can feel the tension easing from his body as he draws circles on your skin with his fingertip.

You sigh and close your eyes, taking in the comforting scent of his sweat and skin. "Yeah... I'm fine. Just... thinking."

He kisses you softly and pulls you closer, wrapping his arms around you. "Don't think too much. It’s all good, babe. Don’t ruin this.."

You nod against his chest, unable to find the words to express how much you want to believe him. But for now, in this moment, with Brad's strong arms around you and his heartbeat thundering in your ears, everything feels all right again.

***

“It’s finally quiet..” Michael groans in exasperated relief, pulling the pillow from over his ears.

“Well, thank fuck for that! I love a good angry fuck- but that’s all those two do.” Trevor huffs, glaring at the ceiling as he’d long lost his drunken buzz from earlier in the night.

“Well,-.. If there’s anyone who deserves each other more, it’s them.. Now, I’m goin’ to sleep. We gotta get up early. G’night, T.” Michael grumbles, waving off Trevor’s despair about their early morning and finally settling down to sleep.

“Ugh.. Night, Mikey..”

Tomorrow was going to be a fucking pain.

[rreskk]

ROCKSTAR NEEDS TO MAKE ORIGINAL GTA V ART FOR THE NORTH YANKTON BOYS ISTG. WE GET THESE AMAZING ART OF THE HOLY TRINITY DURING THE LOADING SCREEN BUT IT WOULD BE SO MUCH BETTER INCLUDING BRAD, OR JUST MIKEY AND TREV DURING THEIR NORTH YANKTON ERA