#(this is more word of god from tig though)

[macchiatosdumptruck]

idk if silver has feelings but i legit thought he was going to cry in the garden when he said 'ok i tried' lmao. idk what he expected tbh.

Terry does have feelings. that's made clear. but I think it's also clear that his emotional intelligence is not that high.

well, according to tig, terry did actually want to apologize. but I agree I don't know what he thought was going to happen considering how badly he hurt daniel the last time he saw him. again, I feel like this is a situation where he looks at their time together with rose-tinted glasses, unaware of just how much his betrayal actually hurt Daniel.

like. yeah, did he honestly believe Daniel would just be like "omg no worries. let's grab lunch."

maybe he did? Daniel has forgiven every other "rival" in his life who has hurt him except for Terry. But as I've mentioned before, Johnny, Chozen, and Mike weren't pretending to be his friend. They were straightforward about their aggression. And that's probably why Terry's emotional manipulation hit so much harder and left such a deep wound.

and maybe it was sort of an out for himself?

"Ok, i tried."

a lot of people will get upset if someone doesn't accept their apology. Like an apology will erase what has happened. we see it a lot in shitty boyfriends tbh.

like, "i said sorry i don't know what else she wants from me." not accepting that words aren't enough.

So, if Terry goes to Daniel and says "what I did was inappropriate and I'm sorry." he has built-in deniability.

he apologized. it was Daniel making a big deal out of things. and that clears him of his own guilt. it paints Daniel as stuck up and difficult. it's Daniel's fault they're not getting along. He tried.

(omg daniel is so woman coded fr sometimes)

(and then, of course, there's always the way that to a lot of people, his apology doesn't seem genuine, however, tig says he played it as such, which leads me to believe Terry was sorry but not in the way that he should've been.

[tumbleweed-writes]

Wrong Number: Chibs Telford X Reader One shot

When reader texts some enticing photos to the wrong number and not to her ol man, she's met with some surprising but hoped for results.

18+ Not full smut but implied.

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She let out a frustrated groan as she followed him into the clubhouse, his legs far longer than her own making him move too far ahead of her. The words left Y/N’s lips a low growl erupting from her throat as they entered the clubhouse making their way behind the bar. “I swear to God, Tigger. I’m going to kill you.”

The outlaw biker in front of her only chuckled in response to the threat he clearly was not taking her as seriously as she would have hoped. “Well that’s a little dramatic.”

She glared up at the flip phone in his hand as he held it far above his head out of her reach, her cheeks growing all the more crimson from both anger and sheer humiliation. “Delete them. Delete them right now , Tig.”

Tig had the audacity to actually giggle at the request, shaking his head. “You’re one hundred percent sure these weren’t meant for me? I mean I don’t think you’ve been accepting of any advances I might have shot your way, but if this is your way of giving me a green light then I fully accept.”

A frustrated groan left Y/N’s lips, her cheeks growing even more flushed as she thought of the two sensual photos she’d accidentally texted to Tig’s cell number instead of the cell number she’d been intending.

She fully blamed herself for the slipup. She’d taken the photos after having a little bit of whiskey, the booze loosening her up enough to decide it was a brilliant idea to take some provocative photos for her man. It wasn’t their first venture into this game.  

It sure as hell wasn’t her first venture into taking erotic photographs. Her past job had consisted of having risque photographs taken of her and posted on both vanilla and not so vanilla websites. Cara Cara had just been one site she’d done some solo work for.

It wasn’t something she’d ever dreamed of doing. It had started as an easy way to make a quick buck in college after she’d become familiar with a girl who’d done some similar work and had gotten her into the scene.

Y/N had been a broke college girl hoping to make some fast cash so she could eat something other than ramen for dinner. It had gone further than just a one time thing though. 

Y/N had always considered herself to be pretty open minded, so it had not been too difficult to lean into doing more fetish material the longer she’d worked. She’d been able to find plenty of work doing some S&M material. 

The jobs had started coming in and soon her coursework and college attendance had started to taper off. She’d dropped out and decided to take the option with more money. She figured college would always be there, the ability to make money while she was still desirable enough would only be a fleeting chance though.

She’d leaned more into her job within the industry and a promise of fast cash even if it meant doing something that at times had made her life more complicated than it needed to be. 

Her past employment was part of how she’d met her man to begin with. She’d become a friend of Lyla Winston’s through her work. Though Y/N’s job in the industry had only consisted to fetish material based on photographs and the occasional solo work, and Lyla’s work in the industry went far beyond that, the two women had still become friends.

When Y/N had decided that she wanted to move away from the industry and find something a little more straight-laced, Lyla had suggested a bookkeeping job at TM Auto. 

Y/N could admit a big push out of the industry had been the suggestion that she might want to consider starting to do some video work with partners. It felt less like a suggestion though and more as though she was being pressured into it.

She had been fine with the photographs and the solo work had been tolerable. She wasn’t interested in going any deeper into it though. She’d been searching for an out, and Lyla’s offer to get her an interview at TM Auto had been a perfect escape route. 

She’d always been good with numbers, so she’d decided to take the offer to interview for the bookkeeping gig at TM. 

It had not been easy to get the job of course. Gemma Teller Morrow had her suspicions about the young woman who’d come to interview even if Lyla did give her glowing praise.

Y/N knew Gemma was well within her right to be suspicious. She knew her past employment had given her a reputation and she was well aware of what assumptions people made about her. She’d been around a few of the girls in her industry who seemed to view SAMCRO as a chance to hook up with an outlaw and get a quick thrill. Ima was a perfect example of the type of girl who put a bad taste in Gemma’s mouth when it came to anyone who Lyla associated with. Lyla herself had a difficult enough time shaking her reputation and being respected in SAMCRO’s world. 

Y/N had found that she had to make it pretty clear that she was only interested in the bookkeeping gig. She had made it quite known that she had zero interest in trying to land herself a guy in a kutte. She made it obvious that she was not looking to seek a sexual thrill out of hooking up with a criminal. She had been unashamed to declare to Gemma that this job opportunity wasn’t her attempting to become a croweater or even an attempt to walk on the wildside. 

Gemma had taken a chance on her desperate enough for the help at the garage. Lord knows she needed all the help she could get at the garage.

The majority of the Sons had been serving a 14 month sentence in San Joaquin correctional facility, The Sons on the outside were struggling to keep the business going, and Tara Knowles had been expecting a new member of the family while trying to balance a growing Abel Teller. 

Gemma knew her attention needed to be spread between the garage, her place as the Queen of SAMCRO, and her son’s growing family. 

So, Y/N had worked as an extra set of hands at the garage. She’d proven to be a great help at the office at TM Auto working both with the books and doing work within the office once Gemma had needed more help.

Her employment at the garage had not gone unnoticed by the few Sons on the outside nor had it escaped the eyes of a few non patched club hang-arounds who worked in the garage. 

It had not taken Y/N long to realize that the men around the garage were most likely familiar with her past work. There had been a few snickers and crude comments whispered among the men. They’d not even made an attempt to hide them from her. 

She’d not minded the ogling stares nor the lewd whispered comments. Or at least she’d tried to pretend she’d not minded them.

She’d learned in her past career that she had to have thick skin. Opie Winston had been kind enough. He’d been dating Lyla when Y/N had begun working for TM and he’d seemed approving of her even if he didn’t always seem to approve of his girlfriend’s line of work.

One other man had seemed to shy away from the obscene remarks and leers. In fact, Chibs Telford had proven to be a complete gentleman to her.

She’d been suspicious at first. She was almost certain the sweet gentleman act was most likely an attempt to charm his way into her pants. Lord knows she’d had a few guys try the nice guy act once they figured out what she did for a living.

She had soon realized though that the nice guy act was far from an act.

Chibs genuinely seemed to be prone to treating her like a lass after his own heart. 

It hadn’t been hard for them to form a friendship of sorts. It had been less hard once Chibs had shut down a less than quiet vulgar remark made about her body and her past bondage work by some foolish nonpatched mechanic around the garage. 

It had definitely created some sexual tension between Chibs and she that had not gone unnoticed by a few people around the garage. 

She’d considered if there was something more there than friendship, but had shied away from pursuing anything. She’d told herself that even if there was some lingering sexual tension that it was likely just that. 

She’d grown accustomed to the knowledge that most men in her life viewed her as more of a sexual object and less than a fully formed person. She could admit that she feared Chibs’ interest in her leaned more on the sexual side of the coin and she couldn’t bear the disappointment in finding out that he maybe didn’t view her past lust. 

She’d been unaware that he’d held his own reservations. Chibs had been certain that a young attractive woman like her most likely wasn’t interested in him. She was far more than the former fetish model the guys around the garage had labeled her as. She was a gorgeous woman but that wasn't the only thing that had him so taken by her. She was clever and funny and sweet as can be. He was enamored and it scared the hell out of him. 

She had come into his life at a strange time. He’d recently come to the decision with Fiona to end their marriage now that Jimmy O’ was no longer a threat and they were free to live their lives. They’d realized those lives were best lived only as coparents to their daughter and not as romantic partners.

It had been a painful choice but they’d both known they’d changed in the years since they’d last been able to behave as a married couple.

He’d been mourning the end of that chapter of his life and had been trying to focus on keeping the club afloat with most of his brothers locked away.

Y/N had provided a tempting escape from the stress and heartache. He’d been unwilling to lean too far into the temptation of that escape though. 

He’d been unwilling until he just couldn’t help himself anymore. 

The cross over into friendship into something more had happened a late night at the garage where they'd been the only ones remaining; he working late in the garage on a stubborn Harley rebuild and her working on some stubborn books.

A shared joint had loosened up reservations between the two and a kiss had happened. The kiss had lead to a passionate make out session on the little couch at TM Auto and the makeout session had led to her being bent over the desk at TM Auto with him taking her from behind.

After that encounter she’d expected things to be awkward or worse had feared that he’d disappear once he got what he wanted. She knew that old saying: when men got what they want they never wanted it again.

Much to her shock Chibs Telford had wanted it again and again and again.

The want had continued as the months had gone by. 

Once his incarcerated brothers had been released Y/N had feared that her time working in the garage had come to an end, but to her shock Gemma had asked her to stay on.

Y/N had even begun taking some online courses in accounting. 

Things with Chibs had continued on, though much to her chagrin they’d not exactly placed a label on it. 

He’d not seemed to be in any rush to make whatever they had going on together public knowledge either.

She’d bit back her annoyance once it had hit her that she didn’t seem to be just another bedroom partner for Chibs. It had become clear that she was his only bedroom partner.

She’d heard the prodding and teasing from his brothers towards Chibs about his neglect of the croweaters and prodding over just who was keeping his dick wet.

Little glances Chibs sent her way had gone unnoticed for the most part. If anything his brothers had assumed that the older Scot had a crush that he wasn't acting on and had not looked into it any deeper.

Chibs had also made it clear that he didn’t want anyone making a move on her either. Kozik and one of the prospects Miles had made the mistake of trying to push up on her, and Chibs had just about cracked a tooth making an excuse to get the men far from the woman he’d been spending his nights with.

Y/N had come to the irritated acceptance that pushing Chibs into putting a label on them and making things between them public knowledge was not something she could force. 

She would be lying though if she tried to pretend that lately it wasn’t becoming more and more obnoxious though.

A big part of her wanted to scream at him to piss or get off the pot.

Perhaps that was why texting him naughty photos more frequently had become a habit lately.

She’d had hopes that maybe reminding him that she was there and was willing would push him to at least think about her as something more than what she was beginning to fear she might be to him.

She had hopes that seeing her in such provocative positions in his dorm room of all places would plant the idea in his head that she could spend every night in his dorm if he wanted it. If he wanted to make it clear that she was his and actually put a label on it then she would be happy to be in his dorm anytime he wanted. 

She knew it was probably a dumb idea. If she wanted him to place a label on it and be open about it with the people in their lives then perhaps dirty photos weren’t the right move? The dirty photos were supposed to be a secret after all. 

Their entire courtship had felt too secretive for her liking. 

She was beginning to lose hope though. She was considering stepping up her game. She was tempted to let Kozik take her on that damned bike ride he’d been offering her for months now. Maybe seeing someone else be so willing to be seen with her in public would light a fire under the Scottish idiot’s ass?

She’d been toying with the idea but she had a feeling it would just bite her in the ass.

She had allowed the whiskey to push her to once again try the naughty photo angle. Maybe if he kept seeing her in such a state in his dorm room he’d take the damn hint? 

The red dress had been a praised favorite of her intended texting partner. The red lace of her bra had been a new purchase that had been made with him in mind. The push up bra made her assets look so tempting. She’d realized he liked her in red. 

She was almost stunned that Tig Trager had not recognized the dorm room that had been featured in the background of the two photos that had been sent his way.

The small glimpse of the dorm room would have most likely given a hint of just who those two photos had been meant for had Tig bothered to pay attention to the background.

She glared up at Tig as he held the cell phone up even higher, a chuckle leaving him as she attempted to reach up her arms stretching as high as she could. The height difference made the feat an impossible one though. The cell phone remained far from her reach. 

She was tempted to kick him in the balls and get the damn phone that way, but she wasn’t willing to fight dirty…not yet at least.

She spoke another frustrated growl leaving her throat. “Tig, this is not funny, delete them right now.”

Tig replied a sigh leaving him. “I’ll delete them if you tell me who they’re intended for. Please tell me it isn't fucking Kozik. I’ve seen the looks he sends you Y/N. You deserve way more than that blonde moron, trust me? Oh, Christ. It’s not one of the damn prospects is it? I know both Miles and V-Lin stare at you like you’re a steak dinner and they’ve been trapped in death valley. Please tell me you aren’t giving it up to one of them? I think we both know you’re way more woman than they can handle.”

Y/N felt her cheeks grow pink remembering the poorly thought out scheme to perhaps use Kozik’s interests in her to get a rise out of Chibs.

She had to agree with Tig’s assessment somewhat…Kozik was somewhat sweet…but not the brightest.

She could admit she’d decided against using Kozik as a means to force Chibs hand partially because the poor guy was so sweet…and ditzy. It felt wrong using him to get the man she loved to make a commitment.

As far as the prospects went, Y/N had zero interest in either man. She had a distinct feeling that both men were more boys than men. She had a feeling that the prospects would have zero clue how to please her in the bedroom and didn't have quite the maturity for anything outside the bedroom.

There was only one man who she knew as capable of pleasing her and much to her frustration he seemed hesitant to make things between them public or give any indication to her that this was something more than them having fun.

He always said the same thing the few times she'd brought it up. I'm having a lot of fun with you. I enjoy being with you. I want to keep it to ourselves just a little bit longer.

She could admit she'd hesitated to push him to actually address the issue. She feared that Chibs may never be willing to give her the relationship she desired. She was not looking to rush into the heartbreak she was sure would come if it was said clear and plain that he did not view her as an actual romantic partner and did not want everyone to know she was his.

She spoke a groan leaving her as she continued to struggle to reach the phone she had taken to jumping in place to attempt to snatch it from his grasp. “Alexander Trager, I swear to God, delete those photos or I will murder you and no one will ever find the freaking body.”

“Lass, what’s with all the death threats? What have ya done to piss her off Tig?” A familiar voice sounded out beside her.

Y/N cringed glancing at the Scotsman as he approached the bar, an amused smirk on his lips. 

She sighed at the sight of the man who those damn photos had been intended for. He’d had a long morning, meeting with the Irish and then being drug away on a tow job the instant he’d returned to the garage.

She’d hoped that the photos would be a pleasant gift to him as well as another hint to put a label on this and make it public.

She sighed wanting nothing more than to sink into the floor and disappear as Tig grinned giddy to bring Chibs in on the act of tormenting TM Autos' favorite office worker. 

Tig grinned between Chibs and Y/N as she spoke. “Little Miss Y/N accidentally sent me some very alluring photos. She won’t tell me who they’re intended for and she refuses to admit that it’s clearly me. I’m right, right Y/N? It’s me, you don’t have to be shy. You could have just said the word and I would have given you the Tig-action you’re craving. You didn’t have to go through the routine of sending me dirty photos and pretending it’s not meant for me. Just say the word and I’ll go grab some baby oil.”

“Tig I swear to God.” She snapped, refusing to glance over at Chibs, certain he was not entirely pleased with this information.

Tig spoke a giggle leaving him still content to prod her. “I know, I know baby oil isn’t the best choice, but it works in a bind, babe. I’m a big man, we’re going to need the help.”

Y/N cringed at the possessive growl that left Chibs he not entirely amused at the statement. “Those weren’t meant fer ya.”

“I know, she won’t tell me who they're meant for. You gotta see them, Chibby. It’s fucking torture. I’m afraid it was meant for Kozik. She won’t own up to it, but we both know the idiot sends her heart-eyes at every chance he gets. Herman Kozik is so not worth red lace.” Tig exclaimed not picking up on the irritation and jealousy bouncing off Chibs.

Y/N wanted to melt into a puddle of awkward shame she refusing to meet Chibs’ eyes choosing instead to stare down at the floor. This moment was going to kill her. If she was capable of dying from awkward situations this would do it.

She widened her eyes as Chibs spoke his voice, a domineering tone that made her knees weak and her center clench.“Let me see em.”

She resisted the urge to groan, having to hate that she’d always had a submissive streak, even before she'd gotten into fetish work. She had always had a thing for having a guy dominate her if he knew what he was doing and wasn't just being an asshole. She found it difficult to find a guy who was capable of dominating her without being a dick about it or misusing the trust she gave him. Chibs had proven he was more than capable of effectively giving her the domination she craved. He had proven he was capable of giving her what she wanted while respecting what boundaries she'd placed on the desire to submit to him.

She was quite certain he’d used that same tone of voice in a couple of their sexual encounters though it usually involved him saying far more lewd things. 

That tone of voice was usually reserved for when he told her to take her clothing off and bend over for him, or to get down on her knees and open her greedy little mouth for his cock.

It was so a voice she did not need to hear outside of those scenarios.

Tig did not notice Y/N hitch in breath to the voice he jerking a little shocked as Chibs yanked the phone from his grasp before he had a chance to even comprehend what was happening.

He dared to speak, the playful tone disappearing, he at least having the sense to prove that he wasn't a total scumbag. “Come on, Chibs. I’m sure she doesn’t want everyone seeing them. I was going to delete them…eventually.”

Chibs ignored him gazing down at the photos on the screen, a groan of approval and desire leaving his lips. He reached down clearly making an attempt to adjust his jeans. It was obvious that the photos had the desired impact on the lower region of his body.

Y/N was more sure than ever that she could die of shame and awkward in the moment. She sighed coming to the conclusion that she’d had a good life or at least an okay one..if she died now it would be fine.

She widened her eyes as Chibs spoke his voice loud and clear. “These photos weren’t meant fer ya Lad, Pretty sure, my ol lady meant to text these fuckin glorious photos to me. She may a’been a wee bit tipsy when she decided to send em judgin by the dazed look in her eyes in this firs pic. My Love can’t handle her whiskey. She an I clearly need to have a talk bout drinkin an textin.”

“Wait, what?” Tig spat out his eyes growing wide struggling to grasp the information Chibs had just laid out on the table for him.

Chibs spoke again, hitting the delete button on the photos as he spoke. “I’ll be deletin these Tigger. Ain’ havin ya share what was meant fer my eyes with anyone else.”

Y/N stared up at him feeling as breathless as Tig though her astonishment was for a far different reason. Did he just call her what she thought he called her? Ol lady, his ol lady?

Chibs tossed the phone down on the bar as he nodded to Y/N. “Come on, M’Love. I think ya need to show me jus what ya were hopin fer when ya meant to send those photos to me.”

She moved forward any of the embarrassed awkwardness she’d felt hanging over her leaving her brain her body heating up having the feeling Chibs was going to show her just how much those photos had affected him.

Chibs wrapped an arm around her his hand sliding down to her backside, giving it a squeeze that sent a message that he had zero intention of hiding what she was to him from anyone ever again. 

He spoke his voice picking up that possessive growl he’d shown earlier. “Red lace, Lass? Ya still got it on?”

She gazed up at him, her knees feeling wobbly and her panties getting beyond soaked. “No, I’m wearing something else…purple lace.”

He gave her backside a squeeze, his voice still holding that possessive tone. “Aye, think I’ll like that too.”

He pressed his lips to hers as they made their way down the hallway towards his dorms before he spoke. “Gonna fuckin kill Tig fer seein yer body, Love. Christ, think it’s time I put my crow on ya. Gotta make it clear to him, Kozik, and every other prick round here that yer mine…especially fuckin Kozik. The only way that idiot’s gonna get a clue is when my crow is on my ol lady.”

“As long as it’s not my tit. I’m not giving tit for tat, no matter how much I love you.” She remarked her mind spinning trying to grasp everything he’d just said.

This was more than what she’d hoped for and she’d not planned any of it. If she’d known it was going to be this simple she would have accidentally texted Tig intentionally.

He smirked his lips pressing to hers much gentler as they neared his dorm room. “Aye not on yer tit. Like those too much the way they are, Love.” 

She spoke needing to say the words. “I was almost afraid of what this was between us…afraid it wasn’t what I was hoping…you haven’t exactly seemed in any rush to put any label on it or show me any sign or this being anything in front of anyone. You’ve seemed pretty content keeping things between us so secretive…I actually thought I was going to have to give Kozik a date to light a fire under your ass or at least test you to see if this meant anything to you.”

Chibs cringed realizing she had a point. “Aye, I know Love. Trus me…I know I’ve not exactly been open bout how I feel bout ya. To tell the truth...Ya came into my life at an odd time, Love. I love ya deeply, ain’ felt that way bout anyone in a long while. I was fraid of not bein what ya need…fraid of failing ya. Almos' convinced myself ya were more than I could ever deserve and ya'd realize it sooner or later. I was almos fraid if I put a label on it and let anyone know then I’d lose ya the same way I lose everyone else I love. I thought if the world knew ya were mine then it’d put a target on yer back.  No more though, Lass. This scares the shite outta me, but not havin ya…losin ya due to my own fear…that scares me even more. I love ya too damn much to hide what I feel fer ya m’love.”

He paused a huff leaving him. “I’d kick Kozik’s fuckin teeth in if he ever took ya on a date fer the record.”

She didn’t have a chance to reply as he pressed his lips to hers the words leaving him “Putting my crow on ya as soon as possible, Love. Not hidin what ya are to me.”

“I want it…and for the record. You aren't going to lose me and you are never undeserving of me.” She promised her hand reaching up to caress his cheek, he leaning into her touch a content sigh leaving him. 

He pressed another kiss to her lips as he reached down, opening his dorm. “I love ya, Lass. Love my ol lady so much more than she knows.”

She allowed him to lead her into the room fully content to let him show her just much he loved her. 

Neither heard Tig as the man finally snapped out of his shocked daze, his voice loud and full of relief. “Ol lady…Chibs…Oh thank Christ it’s not fucking Kozik.”

[kdogreads]

The Last to Know

Chibs Telford x f!reader

Part 2 of Very Soon, a continuation of the Chibs x reader origin story💕

Warnings: S M U T minors buzz off, marijuana use, mentions of alcohol, choking, slight dom/sub (but only a little), size kink, praise kink

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It had been a few months since you first kissed Filip Telford and your life had flipped itself upside down in that time. Not in a bad way, necessarily, but in a way that changed the way you spent every moment of your time.

Your life started dividing itself as before Chibs and after Chibs, like the damn second coming of Christ. After a 12-hour shift on your feet at St. Thomas, before Chibs, you’d go home and crash, sometimes not even making it your bed and sleeping on the couch for the night. After Chibs, though, you’d head straight over to the clubhouse, a change of clothes already there waiting for you, and a wave of energy somehow surging through your veins at the anticipation of seeing your man.

Tonight was one of those nights, fresh off an 11a to 11p shift and straight to the clubhouse. As you pulled into TM the sounds of a raging party filled your ears and you could see groups people standing around smoking, drinking, and dancing.

You made your way into the sea of leather, smiling and nodding at those who recognized you. It was Tig who greeted you first.

“Hey, sweetheart. How you doin’?” He gave you a warm embrace and a kiss on the cheek, his breath smelled of cheap whiskey and weed, but it brought a smile to your face.

“Ready to party, Tiggy,” You wiggled your eyebrows at him, and he laughed his signature goofy laugh before pointing back towards the dorms where Chibs must have been waiting for you. You leaned in to peck him back on the cheek before heading that way.

Making your way to the dorm you’d spent many nights in, you passed Clay, Piney, Bobby, Gemma and several of the other guys who gave you smiles and wolf whistles. You did a silly little spin for them and were met with cheers and encouragements to “Give it to him!” Laughs echoed through the room as you rounded the corner to find your man.

Turning the knob and entering the dimly lit room, your eyes stumbled onto Filip seated at the small desk inside rolling a joint.

“Party’s out there, handsome,” You walked over and wrapped your arms around his shoulders.

“Aye, but I’ve been waitin’ for my date ‘fore I make an appearance,” He joked and kissed your hands.

“I’m sorry, baby, last minute code kept me over,” You plead with a fake pout on your face.

“Ah, lass, I couldna be mad at you if I tried,” He turned in your arms to give you a long, sweet kiss.

You hummed in response, your lips melting happily into his for a long moment before pulling away to change out of your work clothes. Filip turned back to continue rolling a second joint, lighting one up after admiring his work.

It was only once you’d stripped down to just your bra and panties that Filip stood up and stepped towards you, bringing the burning joint to your lips. You took a long drag and felt only a slight sting. Filip always brought the good stuff out for you.

He took one step further into your space, reaching over your shoulder to stub the joint out on the dresser behind you and letting his rough hands glide down your bare skin. You shivered as he gripped one of your hips tightly and drew absent-minded circles on your lower back with the other. His lips danced from a sweet kiss on your forehead, your nose, your cheek before landing on your neck. God, the things he could do to you with such little effort.

“Baby,” You whine as best as you can, trying not to get lost in his kisses, “I’m sweaty and gross. Let me shower.”

Your words did little to slow him down as his free hand worked it’s way over the curve of your ass and squeezed hard. His thick fingers close enough to your aching heat to make a gasp escape your lips.

You tried whining his name this time, still feeling self-conscious about your post-work condition.

“I,” kiss, “dinna,” kiss, “care,” kiss, “lass,” kiss.

The way he punctuated each word with a wet, sloppy kiss to your neck and chest pushed every ounce of embarrassment out of your mind. You couldn’t help but stare at his beautiful lips as he made his way down your body, pausing only once he landed at the very top hem of your panties. He looked up at you once more for permission. You nodded and gripped his shoulder to keep from tumbling over as he jerked the lacy fabric down your legs all the way to your feet.

Filip couldn’t hold himself back once he was face-to-face with your glistening folds. A groan tumbled out of his chest as he threw one of your legs over his shoulder and nearly dove into you. Your back hit the dresser behind you with a thud and knocked a few things down onto the ground with a crash.

Neither of you could have been pulled out of this desire-fueled trance for anything. Anything.

Filip’s skilled tongue worked it’s way through your folds and over your pulsing clit. You cried out when he flicked his hot tongue over the bundle of nerves just right and sent your thighs squeezing together.

With a grunt he yanked them apart again and slapped one thigh sharply. A warning not to do that again.

You felt the familiar pressure building deep in your belly right as Filip slid a thick finger into your weeping hole, curling it just the way you needed. It was only a few more flicks of his tongue until you fell apart. A broken string of curse words falling from your lips as the white hotness of the intense orgasm washed over you. He worked you through your high — not stopping until you a trembling mess, panting and clawing at his hair to drag his face back up to yours.

He stood up, holding tightly onto your reeling body, and met your gaze. A devilish smirk spread across his glistening lips as he reached down to grab your shaking thighs and pick you up.

Your eyes fell shut as he laid you gently onto the dark cotton sheets of his bed. You felt him pull back swiftly to pull his shirt over his head and step out of his straining jeans.

“My poor girl,” He cooed in that quiet tone you’d come to love, “Fucked dumb already, hm?”

Your eyes snapped open at his teasing and you were met with a dark look of lust in his eyes. It only spurred you on and sent a new wave of heat straight down to your core.

“Not even close, Telford,” You spat back, quickly sliding a hand between you and grasping his hard cock in a firm hold.

“Aye, ah,” You began stroking him though his boxers, a grunt escaping his lips as he tried to keep his composure, “I see not, lass.”

He leaned in close to kiss you and you took your shot, yanking Filip’s body down beside you, allowing you the room to climb on top of him and straddle his aching cock.

An amused grin spread across his face as you leaned in to leave wet kisses on his neck and chest, lewd noises spilling from his lips all the while. You slowly made your way down his body, kisses turning into love bites here and there.

He lifted his hips slightly to begin to tug his boxers off when an idea popped into your head and out of your mouth before you had the chance to second guess it.

One of your hands gripped his wrist while the other wrapped around Filip’s throat, your slender fingers doing their best to squeeze even a little bit.

“I’ll see to that, love,” You purred into his ear, an excited mumble tumbling out of his mouth. He grinned at you a moment longer, this new side of you driving him wild.

You used all your effort to give his wrist and his neck an extra squeeze, showing him you meant business.

“Yes ma’am,” He growls, his free hand coming up in surrender. You loosened your grip on him and sat up straight, his hard cock pressing deliciously into your aching core.

You reached around your back to unhook your black lacy bra and slide it off, Filip’s mouth opening at the sight your taut nipples. He reached up to take of your mesmerizing peaks into his grasp, but you smacked his hand away, not yet done with your little game.

A sharp, “uh-uh” came from your lips and Filip groaned in frustration, but slides his hands away like you said.

Using your teeth for the first few inches, you peeled his black boxers down his thighs, slowly at first. His throbbing cock sprung free, the swollen tip already leaking an inviting drop of precum. The sight made your mouth water and you decided to stop the teasing.

You yanked them the rest of the way down and discarded them on the floor with your clothes. You wasted no time licking a long stripe down Filip’s cock then taking his head between your lips.

A deep grown rumbled out of his chest as you wrapped your lips around him and took as much as you could into your mouth, your hand making up for what your throat couldn’t reach.

Before long, Filip tangled his fingers into your hair and guided your movements, his willpower no longer strong enough to keep his hands off you. Your head bobbed up and down at a leisurely pace, Filip’s cock gagging you when he pushed your head all the way down. He relaxed his grip and you released his head with a pop before licking your lips and smiling up at him.

He furrowed his brow slightly before his hand swung from your hair down to your neck, pulling you up by the throat to his face.

You whined as he took your lips in his, sucking your bottom lip out in your favorite way. You felt his swollen tip swirling around your dripping hole.

“You had your fun, kitten,” He growled into your lips, his head sliding into your center, “Now I’ll have mine.”

You gasped as he sank all the way into your tight hole, he held you there a moment before he pulled back out and slammed into you again.

Your mind spun as he plowed into you over and over, one hand on your hip lifting your tired body up, the other sliding down from your throat and straight to a hard nipple that he rolled between his fingers.

The familiar pressure built deep in your tummy as Filip held your hips firmly against his and worked your core forwards and back. The friction against your clit and the way his cock felt nudging against the deepest parts of your velvety walls drew your release closer and closer.

“So, fuck, so fuckin’ big, Filip,” You panted nonsensically, a mind-fogging pleasure taking over your senses, “Please—please, baby, don’t stop, ah!”

A slew of groans that sounded almost pained spilled from Filip’s mouth as your release flooded through your veins. You fell into his strong arms as he kept pounding into you, your core fluttering around his throbbing cock. Your eyes practically rolled into the back of your head as Filip growled into your ear, prolonging your rolling pleasure.

“Tha’s it, pretty girl. Cummin’ all over my cock like a filthy whore,” His accent grew even stronger as he tried desperately to hold back his own release, still rutting his hips into yours as pleasant aftershocks coursed through your body, “My good lass, takin’ what I give ye.”

You had barely a moment to recover before Filip was flipping you over and throwing one your legs over his shoulder, sliding his aching cock back into your dripping hole.

Not yet satisfied, even with your blissed-out face contorting in over-sensitive and mind-numbing pleasure, Filip reached down to the place where your bodies connected and brushed this thumb roughly against your clit.

A sharp hiss escaped your parted lips, “F-Filip I ca-n’t, s’too much.”

“Shh, lass, jus’ one more,” He continued the bruising pace of his cock sliding in and out of you, fingers circling quickly over your throbbing clit, “Let me fuckin’ feel you one more time.”

It hit you like a fucking train out of nowhere, a muffled scream fell from your lips as the all-consuming pleasure invaded your senses. Your thighs shook against Filip’s hips as your fingers clawed at his broad chest, desperate for something to ground you.

Filip’s head fell back, his lips parted as his own release rushed through his body. Hot ropes of his cum flooded your pulsing walls as he slurred out a string of curses and praises.

“Fuckin’ love this tight fucking pussy; my good lass, fuck-fuckin’ gorgeous when ye cum on m’cock like tha’.”

Your eyes met as you both started coming down from the high. You reached for Filip’s face and pulled him down to kiss you, hissing into his mouth as he pulled out of you slowly and placed two fingers on your tired pussy, anxiously wanting to feel his seed weeping out of you.

You gasped at the contact and bucked your hips into his thick fingers. He huffed a laugh onto your connected lips and withdrew his wet fingers from you, bringing them up to your lips and pressing softly into your mouth.

Both of you laughed lowly as he rolled off of you and pulled you into his still-pounding chest. He kissed your forehead as you snuggled into his embrace.

“We’re awfully good at tha’, huh lass?” A soft laugh rumbling from his chest.

You laughed sweetly as looked up at him, “Yeah, yes we are.”

It was a brief moment of peace, wrapped up in each other’s arms and post-sex bliss before a pounding fist at the door interrupted your rest.

“Chibby! Dove! Wrap it up. Need ya’s out here,” A booming voice followed the knock. You couldn’t make out who it was but, based on the angry Gaelic phrase Filip spat back, he must have known right away.

“Boys got into it, bleedin’ all about the place,” The voice boomed back and Filip let out a groan.

The knock returned briefly before Filip was shouting back, “Christ, two minutes for me to put my cock away!”

You let out a chuckle as the the floor squeaked outside, granting you the moment you needed to put yourselves back together.

“Always something, hm?” You quipped as Filip stood and gathered his clothes before tossing you some shorts and one of his t-shirts.

“Aye, always somethin’ to shite on our day,” He groaned and brushed his fingers through his hair.

You took a moment to stretch while Filip already had his hand on the door knob, ready to handle whatever was awaiting him outside. Before he could open it, a thought popped into your mind.

“Filip?” You sat up a bit, “Am I your old lady?”

He laughed lovingly before stepping back over to your side.

“Seems yer the last to know, love,” He smiled and placed a tender kiss to your lips before turning back towards the door and heading out into the madness.

Oh boy, you are in trouble.

[ravennaortiz]

One day

Summary: Sequel to Be Okay- A Chibs Story

As always 18+

Chibs sat in the chapel of the hospital. He had been on his knees, hands clasped crying and begging for hours for you too be okay. For the doctors and nurses to put you back together. For you to open those beautiful eyes. For you to say anything at all. To see your smile, hear your laugh, feel you warm breath on his ear as you whispered to him. Once again he found himself traveling down the reason he was here and you were in surgery. “My fault” he said out loud his words echoing off the walls.

 The ambulance ride had been tense and painful. His mind reeling of the what ifs. They were struggling to get an iv when your heart stopped. The drawn out beep and the blank screen had been gut wrenching. He could only sit back and watch as the paramedics fought to bring you back. The crack of ribs, demands to push this and that made him sick to his stomach. He couldn’t look away though. His eyes were locked on your lifeless ones. He prayed to a god he wasn’t sure he still believed in. He prayed for you to be okay. He pleaded for him to fix this, this you. Give you a chance like you had given him a chance. “My fault” mumbled Chibs right as the monitor beeped again and showed a slight pulse. With a shaky breath he exhaled as he closed his eyes, thank you.

“I need to go with her” Chibs had bellowed as he swung at one of the male nurses. Thankfully for him and the nurse Tig and Juice grabbed onto him and pulled him back to the doors of the er. “Chibs, shhh, its okay” murmured Tig as he held Chibs to him. “No no no” grunted Chibs as he struggled to get out of both man’s grip. “You gotta let them work on her. They have to take her somewhere you can’t go. “soothed Tig. “I need her to be okay Tig” murmured Chibs as he slowly dropped to his knees. “We know” stated Juice as he patted Chibs shoulder. “All my fault boys” Chibs murmured as tears poured down his scarred face.

“Chibs” called Tara as she stepped into the chapel carefully. Frowning as she caught the older mans words. She knew there would be no use in correcting him though. Chibs bolted up his eyes red and swollen. He looked frantic. “Is she” he started to ask as Tara smiled softly and nodded. “She’s going to be okay. She is coming off anesthesia and should be awake in hopefully a few hours.” Replied Tara as Chibs moved and pulled her in for a hug. “Thank you. I don’t know how I can ever repay you” sniffled Chibs.

Once you were able to have visitors he was by your side. Holding your hand, fixing you hair, placing gentle kisses over the bruises on your face. He would have climbed in the bed but Tara said you were to fragile. He talked to you, sang to you. Listed all the reasons he loved you. Waiting on you to open your eyes so he could bask in your love that shown through. The club came and went around him. Dropping off fresh coffee, gifts and food.

You were well loved by the club. Each member have a unique relationship with you. You were more than just Chibs Old Lady. You were warm and friendly, always taking care of them. Looking out when you could. Sweet as pie is how Happy described you. Calm in the eye of any storm. Wouldn’t hurt a fly. All this to say is why Tig and Juice were so slow to respond to the angry screams and sound of things crashing from your hospital room. Surely you wouldn’t be yelling and cussing right?

“Lassie stop… It’s me” begged Chibs as he dodged flying medical equipment as you screamed at him to get out. Your eyes full of a fury and hatred he had never seen before.

“What’s going on?” demanded Tara as she pushed the men out of her way.

“I don’t want them in here” you had spat as tears poured down your face. Tara simply nodded as she started to usher the three men out.

“Wait. Love please” pleaded Chibs as he managed to get to your bedside. Your next words nearly killed him.

***

Your words echoed through Chibs mind as he rode back home from the hospital. He wanted nothing more to stay but you had sent him away. He had left like a beat dog with his tail tucked as Tig and Juice tried to plead his case.

"Why did it take you so long?"

He couldn’t blame you. It was a valid question. One he didn’t have an answer for. One day you would forgive him though he prayed.

Three Months Later

"Look at you Lass" murmured Chibs as he sat watching you take your first steps since your attack. You gave him a small smile as tears snaked down your cheeks and your body shook with the effort.

You thought that week being beaten had been hell but nothing had come close to touching the torture that was relearning how to do things that came easily. You were thankful for Chibs sticking by you no matter how mean you were, how many things you threw at him. Him and his love were always by your side. Telling you one day you would be okay.

"Guess one day was today" you stated as he kissed your forehead once you had reached him.

[hiskillingjar]

Plss write more about girlfriend to death 🙏🥺

*tig notaro voice* okay dyke

2600+ words, switching it up today, this is a post for the tops (i didn't say doms though). fem reader throughout. mommy kink in law's part. daddy kink in strade's part. par for the course, really

ren🦊

"NGH, hang on, that’s too much, TOO MUCH-!!"

Ren yowled loudly, sounding like a cat in heat as her sharp claws dug deep into your shoulders, all the while, your hips collided roughly with hers, the thick, heavy strap-on plunging deeper inside of her. 

"Fuck," You growled through grit teeth, digging your own (bitten) nails into her full hips. "Put those claws away, girl, that hurts-"

"Nnn, mmph," She whimpered, pressing her face into your collarbone (her cheek bumping against your heavy collar as she did so, the electric prong pressing into your skin). "Y-You started it. You didn't even give me a warning before doing that!"

"Do you need a warning?" You asked with a huff, reaching up to push your hair out your eyes. You preferred it short, but she insisted on you growing it out (while you were still here, anyway). "Would you suck it up and let me get to it already?"

"You're so mean," Ren pouted, pulling back from your collar and letting the grip on your shoulders loosen up a little (but not much). "You know I'm the one who kidnapped you, right? Not the other way round..."

"Mmhmm, and yet," You let out a low chuckle, reaching down and taking her soft thighs in hand, shifting them up to her chest (it wasn’t a forceful gesture, you told yourself, you didn’t do the things she did). "You like it, right?"

"Mmm," She moaned softly, almost submissively, biting her lip with a sweet and coy expression, as she let herself be posed and moved around (like a toy, like a doll), dragging the filed tips of her claws down your biceps. The more she did it, the better it felt. "Y-Yeah, I guess I like it..."

"Good girl," You praised, leaning down and pressing a kiss to her flushed cheek. "Can I keep going or what?" 

"Mmhmm," She hummed airily, shifting her hips upwards so to wrap her legs around your waist, pressing your hips together again.

With a satisfied sigh, you slid your hands underneath her ass (grabbing a plush handful while you were at it) and pulled her body even closer to yours, jerking your hips back before bucking them again, pressing the toy back inside her.

"Ahhhnnn..." She groaned sweetly as you started up a pace of shorter, deeper thrusts, getting her used to the harsher depth that you preferred. "God, it feels so deep..." She drawled, tilting her head back, exposing a scarred throat and the lovebites you had left behind on her.

"Haven't taken dick like this before, have you?" You teased with a slight smirk, dragging your lips down her cheek and to her jaw, leaving behind even more little love nips and relishing in her whines as you did so. "Too little to take it this hard, huh?"

"Nnn..." She squeezed her eyes shut and shook her head, no, she could take it.

"Mmhmm, I don't think so either, baby," You murmured again, trailing more kisses and bites down her neck, her heaving chest, trailing to her little breasts. "I think you can take more, can't you?"

"Fuck," She gasped needily, pushing her hands through your hair as you dragged your tongue over her nipple and latched on it with your teeth, digging them in. "Goddd, come on-"

"What was that?" You breathed hotly, glancing upwards with a raised brow. "Want more, sweetheart?"

She didn't get the opportunity to answer your question (or correct herself), before you were pulling back from her chest and caging her down, forcing the toy even deeper inside of her (how she was managing to take it all, you had no idea). To add insult to injury, you picked up the speed and force of your thrusts, too, pounding her into the mattress of the spare room’s bed.

“AHH! FUCK!”

She shrieked out brokenly again, her entire body shooting stiff as your hips met hers in an aggressive *slap* of flesh, her golden eyes wide open and her mouth slack with desperate pants, whines and shrieks. 

Her toes were curling against the small of your back and her hands were clinging to your shoulders again, tethering your body close to hers as you fucked her hard.

You had no doubt that her 'My Melody' nail art would be stained with your blood after this.

But you didn't mind that.

Not when you could look at her like this.

law 🥀

"Are you okay? This isn't too much, right?"

You weren’t surprised that you had gotten Law under you, her long legs spread and her sensible skirt hiked up around her hips, after passing a joint back and forth for the last forty minutes. 

You both got a little like that when you were high, after all.

Though you had been surprised when you found out that she hadn’t worn underwear to therapy that day. Law was always full of surprises, though.

"I-It's fine..." She stammered, the hands (big, long fingers, and lovely) covering her face trembling a little. "Kind of...full feeling."

"Well, yeah," You scoffed out a laugh, reaching up to push your bangs out of your sweaty face. "I have two fingers in your ass.” You gave them a little wiggle to emphasise your point, feeling the soft squish of too much lube (was there such a thing?) around your latex gloves coating her insides. “You're gonna feel like that."

"Mphh..." She pulled one of her hands down to her mouth, digging her teeth into her pointer finger, chipping black nail polish (black like yours were, she had picked it up from you).

"Are you sure you're okay, Law?” You said, pulling your fingers back a little. “We can stop if you want-"

"N-No, it's fine, I promise…” She said quite quickly, looking towards you with more life in her grey eyes than you had seen in a while. They were practically dead when you first met her…and weren’t much better now, most of the time. Your dead-eyed beauty. “I-I want to take you properly, so..."

"Okay.” You gave her a smile, reminded of the growing erection under your shorts, and eased your fingers back inside her. “Taking it slow...I can do that for you, baby."

"Mm..." She let out a little sigh, reaching forward to grab your shoulder with one hand, pulling your chest closer to hers, pulling your faces together.

You smiled a little bigger.

"How are you feeling, doll?" You purred quietly, curling your fingers around the rim of her asshole and rubbing at the bundle of nerves deep inside of her.

Doll, you called her. Was it just t-girl slang or was there a second meaning behind it, now?

"Good...it feels good." She mumbled, her voice stammering as her legs shifted downwards and curled tightly around your waist. The crotch of your shorts were pressed against the small of her back, right against her tailbone, making you ache a little more for her. "Kind of...like you're seeing and feeling every part of me, you know?"

"Yeah?" You asked with a slight giggle, pulling your fingers back a little and squeezing more lube against your latex-clad fingers. Never such a thing as too much lube. "Feeling your insides?"

"As close to a dissection as you can get without killing me," She whispered, tipping her head back, sighing at the feeling of the cool lubricant on her asshole, the gory image she had painted in her own brain.

You let out a little chuckle, tilting your head.

"You're so weird, Law," You said fondly, leaning down to press a slow kiss to her scarred thigh (so many scars). "I like how weird you are."

Her fingers tightened around your shoulder, and you could see an awkward smile through her spread fingers.

"T-Thank you," She murmured, totally earnest. You had a sense that she hadn’t heard a compliment like that before, and you were happy to give it to her.

"Ready for the third finger?" 

"Yeah...yeah,” She nodded, biting her fingers again, crooked teeth digging into her skin. “Okay, I'm ready..."

You gave her thigh another quick kiss, before working a third finger inside of the tight ring of muscle, pressing them in and out at a slow pace and listening to the growing intensity behind each of Law’s whines as you did so. 

"Nnnhhh..." She groaned, her tight eyelids fluttering and her head tipped back.

"All good?" You asked quietly, building up the pace, the wet *schlick* of your fingers utterly obscene in the quiet room.

"Perfect," She moaned, looking back towards you, a dark need in her grey eyes as she pressed a hand into her hair and curled it into a fist, like she was trying to tether herself to the ground. "I can't wait to feel you…” She said, shifting her backside down against the front of your shorts. “I wanna feel you..."

"Yeah?” You grinned, leaning towards her, caging her down to the bed and spreading her long body out obscenely. “You ready to be a good girl and take all of Mommy's cock, Law?"

Her eyes went wide just hearing you say that, and her asshole tightened around your fingers

"Oh my god," She let go of your shoulder and covered her face properly again, hiding her trembling lips and her flushed face.

"You really tensed up there, Law,” You said with a little titter, before slowing down the motions of your wrist and stopping your laughter. “...You like that?"

"Yeah, I like that...god,” She stammered after a moment of bashful hesitance, biting her trembling fingers again. She looked really embarrassed, like she was admitting something shameful. She had no reason to be ashamed, you thought. “Please-"

You grinned wider and let go of her thigh, reaching down to unbutton and unzip your shorts.

"Don't need to ask me again, baby. I've got you." You squeezed your cock through your tights and panties, and pressed a kiss to her heaving chest. 

"Mommy's gonna take care of you~"

strade 🔨

The collar was pulled even tighter around your throat as Strade forced your body closer to hers, her hips gyrating upwards hungrily to take more of the thick, heavy toy buried deep in her cunt.

"Come on, put some fucking effort into it," She growled, pulling harder on the leash and forcing your chest down and your hips forward. "Way to live up to stereotypes, liebling."

"I'm trying," You whined, your voice tight in your throat as the ratty leather collar dug into your neck "I-I'm just not used to it-"

"I'm getting you used to it," She interrupted you, narrowing her golden eyes as she raised her hips again, pressing to the base of the harness that had been belted forcefully around your own hips, over the top of your skirt. "You think I'm going to let you get away with being a pillow princess here? No chance."

"Mph," You bit your lip, your cheeks blushing. An affectionate nickname you once wore with pride now sounded like an insult. "S-Sorry..."

"You can make it up to me by putting some effort in," She then said, giving your collar another firm yank, finally forcing your chest down against hers. 

Even when she was naked and underneath you, taking a strap-on protruding from your crotch, she managed to maintain all of the power. It might have been attractive (hell, really attractive), had your shock collar not been in sight on the bedside table, waiting for the two of you to be finished so you could get back to your usual captor/captee dynamic.

"Don't get distracted," She said curtly, as she wound the leash around her wide palm and jerked your head upwards, forcing your eyes together, not letting you zone out for even a second. "You've got a job to do."

"R-Right," You stammered shyly, planting your hands on either side of her waist and trying to even out the rhythm of your thrusting, bucking forward and backward and watching intently as the toy disappeared inside her.

"Mmph," She groaned lowly at the back of her throat, keeping a firm hold of your leash as she reached up and toyed with her pierced nipple, rolling it between her fingers, her tongue between her teeth as she experimented with the sensation. "That's it, keep going like that...mmh,"

"Okay," You muttered, trying to take her encouragement as praise (it was all you really needed to get off, anyway), as you kept rocking your hips forwards and backwards against hers, feeling her sweaty flesh stick to the leather of the harness. "Is that okay?"

"That's good...very good, fraulein. Good girl," She sighed slowly, taking in an exhale through her teeth and tipping her head back, as she kept squeezing her nipple. 

You found yourself licking your lips at the sight...maybe this was hot. 

Or maybe you were just insane. 

You found a motive to pick up the pace in her praise, though, curling your fingers into the blankets as your thrusting found a new and more intense vigour, pushing yourself so hard that the mattress was dipping in time with you.

"Ah, that's it," She groaned, as one of her thick legs slid up around your waist and pulled you closer, forcing the toy even deeper inside of her, in time with her pulling on the collar again. "That's it, you little cunt...getting eager now, are we?"

"Y-Yes," You rasped, reaching up with one hand to your collar, trying to give yourself a little space to breathe. "Mm...y-yes, I'm eager..."

"Show me how eager you are then," She replied, baring her teeth in a broad, almost excited grin. "Give me your all, girl. Schnell!"

Under her instruction, you started fucking her deeply, intently, your narrow hips slamming against hers with each desperate thrust. 

She immediately groaned out loudly with pleasure, reaching up with her spare hand to pull you even closer by your collar, your chest to hers, growling mindlessly in time with each of your frantic thrusts, digging her heel into the small of your back as she was fucked, relentlessly.

She still managed to remind you of your place, in spite of her position, though.

“AH-AH-AH!” Strade cried out a pattern in deeply pleased groans, throwing her head back, exposing her throat (ready to bite, had you been a predator like she was) as her entire body went tight with pleasure. “Yes, fuck, god, yes, yes!" Her words came right from the very back of her throat, each one thick with her natural accent, and incredibly attractive. "Das ist es, you little motherfucker, right there, don’t stop!"

You heaved out your own breaths as you pounded the specific spot deep inside of her again and again, hard and fast and eager to serve her.

"Is it good, is it good?" You recited like a mantra, a prayer, as you continued to rut desperately inside of her, wide eyes staring at her blissed out expression, wanting, needing more praise. "Is it good, Strade, please-"

"Shhh," She shushed, looking at you with golden eyes, blown almost black with arousal, as she jerked your face upwards, your lips almost touching. "You're doing good, meine frau...doing such a good job for Daddy~"

You felt your own insides grow tight at her softer tone, staring at the intense look in her eyes. 

"T...Thank you, Daddy," You murmured helplessly, your thighs trembling as a nervous smile came to your face. "Thank you…"

"If you get me off, I'll, ah," Her face flickered with an overwhelming pleasure, forcing her to trip on her words. It was a nice kind of vulnerability that you knew you’d never see again. "I'll repay the favour, ja?"

"Okay...okay."

"Good girl~"

[bullet-prooflove]

Welcome Home - Alexander 'Tig' Trager x Reader (NSFW)

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Part of the Crazy Fucked Up Love Arc:

Crazy, Fucked Up Kind of Love - Tig discovers your secret.

Not Leaving: - Tig tells you he's not leaving.

Show You - Tig shows you how beautiful you really are.

Tig comes home with a bullet wound in his shoulder. It’s already healing by the time he makes it back to the house he shares with you. Your fingertips play over the ragged edges as he stands in the bedroom shirtless after the shower he’s taken from the long ride. It’s been a couple of weeks since he’s been home, he’s been taking care of business up in San Berdino, helping streamline the progress of getting out of the gun trade.

“It was an in-house problem.” He tells you as your lips brush over the curve of his throat and it sends a deviant thrill running though him.  

He wraps his arms around you, drawing you into his lap as he comes to sit on the edge of the bed. Your thighs straddle his hips, your hand threading through his unruly curls, gripping them tightly before you tug his head back.

“You need to be more careful.” You say, your breath ghosting in his ear. “We have a baby on the way, he’s going to want to meet his daddy.”

“Hm.” He mutters, his palms coming to rest on the small baby bump that settles in the space between you. “Say it again.”

There’s a fierce sense of pride when he hears that term. His son is growing inside of you, happy and healthy. He didn’t imagine himself becoming a father again at fifty but he’s the happiest he’s ever been and it’s all because of you,

“Daddy.” You whisper against his lips. His lips curve up into a smile.

God he’s missed you, the feel of you, the press of your skin. His lips trail along the line of your jaw until he finds that sweet spot, the one that takes you zero to sixty.

“Oh baby, you have no idea how much I fantasied about you while I was away.” He murmurs against your skin, his fingers grasp the hem of your shirt, guiding it up above your head. “I jerked off every night imagining how good it feels when I’m inside of you.”

His palms cup your breasts, thumbs teasing over your nipples through the fabric of your bra, bringing them to attention.

“Fuck, I missed these tits.” He murmurs, his lips trailing over the curve of your chest before his teeth graze that needy nub. It draws a curse from your throat because the pregnancy it makes everything a lot more sensitive. You grind against his cock; the fabric from his pyjama bottoms rubbing over the tip of his dick making it leak.

“Need you baby.” He mutters unfastening your bra before he tossing it across the room. “Been too long.”

He tugs off your maternity trousers, drawing them down your legs carefully before he shoves down his own, his dick springing to attention. You smile as you straddle his lap, his palms coming to rest on your hips as he guides you into place. He notches his cock at your entrance, arching just slightly so that your wetness coats the head of his dick. Your fingers dig into his shoulders as he teases you, your lips brushing over his.

“Please.” You whisper.

That one little word it breaks his resolve.

He eases into you slowly and it feels like coming home, like he’s in the exact place he’s supposed to be. You sigh at the sensation like it’s everything you’ve ever needed, your head tipping back, hair falling across your shoulders.

You’re fucking beautiful, the most gorgeous thing he’s ever seen and you’re his.

A crazy, fucked up outlaw like himself couldn’t ask for anything more.

His arm loops around your waist, drawing you even closer. He needs the intimacy right now, needs to be as close as he possibility can because that time apart from you, it almost broke him. He’s been protective since you’ve gotten pregnant, the world hasn’t been kind to him, and he’s terrified that all of this could be snatched away. He wants to be here as much as he can, for you and for the baby.

You moan into his mouth, your fingers tangling in his hair as he thrusts up into you. He makes love to you with long, punctuated strokes, his cock raking over perfect little spot deep inside of you.

“Harder.” You murmur, your teeth grazing his lower lip. “Show me how much you’ve missed me.”

You ruin him with this shit.

He fucks you like he means it, like you’re the only woman in the world and you love every second of it. He has you coming on his cock in minutes, that pretty pink flush creeping across your cheeks as you climax so loudly, he expects the neighbours to complain. His hand threads through your hair, guiding your gaze back to his as he looks at you with those electrifying blue eyes and a smile made of sin.

“Oh darlin,” He whispers against your lips. “Let’s see if I can make you do that again.”

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[vampirevatican]

rapid fire shark bait thoughts!! (black fem mc/player)

gw and tiggy like rap and r&b for reasons of aesthetics and energy but tiggy also likes noise music and garage band music while gw likes heavy metal and maybe even dad rock

lee likes pop you can not debate me on this, argue with the wall. rhin likes classical music and instrumentals or indie songs with very beautiful and orchestral or levitating vocals and musical accompaniments.

gw at first doesn't take kindly to you stealing his nickname for tiggy but after finding out how much tiggy likes you then he cools off a bit... not to mention, he doesn't exactly hate you

tiggy with a human who is like cookie!? oh my gosh man, he has two people that he is trying to lay and just hasn't yet but he is excited to interact with them everytime.

gw faced with a human who is not just compassionate and kind but also vicious and confident?? theres a level of admiration there, not to mention one that's willing to fight for not just the council but the palace?? one that genuinely wants to be trained and has some promise?? no yeah you've got his attention

as a black girl, the ocean eyes thing read to me more as your eyes glowing or having a godly property not the color. so rhin being entranced by the glow that happens in your deep brown eyes?? when they turn to hazel, or a honey like gold when sunset hits them just right.

rhin x artist human??? and you both doodle together in your free time????? and he hangs up your little drawings of him and you!!! (can you tell i love this man?)

the council reacting to a human eating ice?? lee is ofc curious. aren't human teeth sensitive? tiggy thinks it's cool and cute. done out of nowhere?? they're caught off guard when they hear random crunching and it's not coming from tigs.

"Come on Tigs, you can't possibly be-" GW was about to get onto him for finding something he shouldn't be sinking his teeth into but upon seeing nothing in his friends mouth and his jaw not moving the whole room is quiet, til they hear the crunching noise again. Their eyes all land on you as you sit there with a glass of ice, graciously gifted by your god, smiling at them with a closed mouth. "Snack? Are you-" You cut Tiggy off by chewing on the ice again then swallowing down before eating some more. Which makes his eyes light up, GW laugh, Lee look on in curiosity and Rhin looking at you with a bit of his own smile and mild concerns.

a human with peg laterals?? (i have a pair and they look like fangs) ong tiggy think's it is too damn cute. don?! no yeah she's so fascinated and finds it just as cute

Lee would never ask out right but it something he noticed whenever you said certain words. As attentive as Rhin is, he noticed it too but decided to say nothing since you never brought it up. Him and Lee did do research though, and once word somehow got to Tiggy... "You have fangs, snack?!" He blurts out in the meeting room, if anything this was more like a final address or order of business for them, a curiosity to put to rest. "Yeah!" They didn't expect you to show them off so proudly, or press you fingers into them but when you showed them they're practically harmless compared to theirs then they weren't as worried. "I call them my baby fangs!" And once you said that, each of them fell in love a little bit more.

HUMAN THAT IS AN ABSOLUTE NERD ON SHARK CULTURE??! Every shark would be impressed you can say their actual name. Lee, Rhin and Don may be the only ones who you could chat with about themselves and their (by extension and connections) your friends endlessly. Lee would be the one to always enjoy it though.

"MEGALODON!!" The whole room goes quiet trying to see how Don would react. GW prayed the witch wouldn't go for you instead of him, he did start it afterall. Lee hoped that she'd understand the sparkle in your eyes the same way she took an understanding to his intrest of knowing and understanding everything. Rhin had faith in her but was prepared to defend you by any means necessary. Tiggy was trying to hold in a laugh, as cute and funny as it was his snack's life could be in danger. That is until she walks over calmly with a smile and says "Why do you say my name with such joy little human?" "Because you're an ancient shark!! and you're so pretty!! and it's so cool!! You're much older than GW! you'd be like his great aunt, despite not being directly related the few similarites is enough to-" You only stopped because she carefully picked you up to hold you, she was a very pretty giant woman. "How cute, you have a very clever mind and sweet words too little human."

COOKIE MEETING A HUMAN WITH SKIN LIKE HER'S??? well i mean i dont have vitiligo but omg the bonding?

now as far as the brown skin? then oh that too! and both girls??? (me and cookie are best friends, i braid her hair and put it in styles my hair used to be in on land and in trade she tries to do it for me when she's not so busy)

DON WANTING TO DO MY HAIR BECAUSE SHE GETS TO DOTE ON A HUMAN AND THIS LITTLE HUMAN NEEDS ACTUAL HAIR CARE?!?!?!?

please listen to me, sitting in that tall woman's lap as she gives me mermaid braids, jellyfish braids, bantu knots??? and then she can do it with cookie!!!? GIRLS NIGHT!!!

just dance/dance central battles with lee??? with the gang???? dont ask how, magic, but oh my gosh wouldn't it be so much fun.

rhin hearing you sing, singing for lee after the doctor does whatever tf after your warning, and both of them coming together to have a mini audience of the council by your bedroom door to hear you?

sure you might not be trained or a professional but they love it anyway

[drabbles-mc]

Nothing To Tell

Tig Trager & OFC (Claire Morrow)

For Day 23 of @whumpril's 2023 Challenge: bloodstains / sharing clothes

Warnings: 18+, angst, mentions of blood, language

Word Count: 2k

A/N: Anj and I have clocked so many hours talking about Claire and until this I never felt like I had a good idea for a small fic to put her in. So, you know, shout-out to Whumpril for allowing this girl to make her debut. I love her.

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 Despite the fact that Tig’s eyes were open, that his gun was in his hand, that he was moving down the stairs towards his front door, he still felt like he was asleep. He wasn’t, of course, because the pounding against his front door had made sure of that. It was incessant, and if he had felt a little more awake he would’ve been yelling at whoever it was to knock it off, but he just had to settle for grumbling under his breath. Holding back a deep sigh, he flipped the deadbolt on the door and pulled it open, gun held tightly at his side.

Of all the people he thought he was going to be opening the door to, Claire wasn’t one of them. It was late, she should’ve been home, and she also had a key to let herself in with. All of those thoughts were running in the background of Tig’s sleep-addled brain as he looked at her, trying to register the sight in front of him.

Her eyes were puffy and red, makeup smeared beneath them. Now that she wasn’t trying to break his door down, her arms were folded tightly across her body, trembling even though it wasn’t all that cold out. Her hair was a mess—however she’d had it tied up before, all that was left in the ponytail now were a few locks of it, the rest around her shoulders and out of control. She shifted nervously from one foot to the other as she stood on his front step, glancing back over her shoulder for a moment before turning back to look at him again. Her bottom lip trembled as she opened and closed her mouth a few times, trying to find any kind of words to say even though she was coming up empty.

Even with the deep breath she took, her voice still came out small and shaky as she finally got herself to say, “Please don’t tell my dad.”

Confusion crossed his face at that. Shaking his head slightly, he reached out and gently looped his arm around her, trying not to take it personally when she flinched at his touch as he guided her inside. His voice was soft from more than just sleep as he told her, “Get in here.”

He did a quick scan of the street before stepping back into the house himself, putting the deadbolt back in place. When he turned around, he found Claire standing in the middle of his living room in much the same position she was on his step. It’d been a long time since he had seen her looking so rattled about anything. Fear never seemed to sink its claws into her, even though most times it should’ve.

“What’s going on?” he asked, tucking his gun into the back of his waistband.

She shook her head, running her hands back through her hair. “They can’t know. You gotta,” she paced in front of him, “you gotta promise you’re not gonna tell my mom and dad.”

“Claire—”

“Or Jax,” she cut him off, her voice trembling. “God. I didn’t even—” she dropped her face into her hands for a moment, “Fuck.”

He stepped in front of her so that she wouldn’t be able to keep walking when she finally lifted her face from her hands. He wanted to lift her head, make her look him in the eyes. He wanted to hold her, but he felt like she might shatter if he did.

“Claire,” he repeated, “talk to me, baby. What’s going on?”

She finally looked up at him, tears on her cheeks. She finally let her arms drop to her sides, and that was when Tig saw the blood splattered along the neckline and chest of her light grey t-shirt. “Please don’t tell them.”

Tig had never heard her plead like that, like she actually meant it. “I can’t tell anyone anything,” he reached out and gently thumbed the tears off her cheek, not saying anything about the way she recoiled slightly at the gesture, “if you don’t tell me what happened. So,” he brought his hand to rest on her shoulder, “what happened?”

She sniffled, shaking her head. “They told me. They told me not to get involved. And I,” she stepped away, giving herself room to start pacing again as she spoke, “I didn’t listen. That’s what they’re gonna tell me, too, you know. They’re just gonna tell me that if I had fucking listened—”

“Don’t worry about them,” Tig interrupted her spiraling train of thought. Whatever she went through, and she was still worrying about the rest of them. “Gemma, Clay, Jax—fuck all them right now, okay?”

“Tig…” the lump in the back of her throat made it hard to speak, his name coming out weaker than she wanted it to.

He could see the way her eyes darted around, looking at him, scanning the room, glancing over at the door, going back to him, repeating the cycle all over again. The longer the two of them stood there, the more he realized that he might not be getting anything out of her for a while. As much as he hated being in the dark, he also knew that trying to drag it out of her wasn’t going to be good for either of them. Claire had never been anything other than an open book with him. She’d been that way her whole life: a chronic over-sharer, oftentimes to a fault. If she wasn’t telling him something, it wasn’t a choice for her—she just couldn’t do it.

“What am I doing?” The question rhetorical, forced out past a sob.

“You’re okay,” he said, not knowing at all if it was true. Stepping in, he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into a hug that she gladly collapsed into. Hooking his chin over her head, he ran his hand up and down her back. “You’re okay.”

She didn’t hug him back. She wanted to, but she couldn’t force herself to do it, like the amount of strength it would take to return the embrace was too much for her to exert in the moment. Her arms hung limply at her sides as she leaned against him, tears and makeup smearing across the shirt that he was wearing. She was glad for the reprieve, the comfort and care that she wouldn’t have gotten if she had gone home.

Tig didn’t know how long the two of them stood there like that before he finally asked, “You gonna stay?” He asked it like a question, but there was only one answer that he was going to accept.

She didn’t pull away, just nodding as she stayed pressed to him. “If that’s okay.”

He kissed the top of her head. “Of course it is.”

He finally pried himself away from her, hands still resting on the outsides of her arms. Claire couldn’t force herself to look him in the eyes for a moment, her gaze staying fixed on the floor. There was a brief moment when she thought about turning around and running back to her car. But there was no getting away from it. It was all going to come crashing down eventually.

“Can I borrow something to, you know,” she gestured to the blood smeared on her shirt.

Tig nodded. “I’ll grab you something.”

He was hardly gone for a minute before he reappeared with a shirt and a pair of sweatpants in his hands. Neither of them were really going to fit her, but they didn’t have blood on them so they were a step in the right direction. She was only going to wear them to sleep, after all, so he figured that she wasn’t really going to mind.

Handing them over to her, he said, “Go shower. I’ll,” he gestured to the couch, “get this ready for you.”

She didn’t know why fresh tears spilled over onto her cheeks as she nodded, but they did. Neither of them acknowledged them as she reached and took the clothes from him. “Thank you.”

Tig watched her as she slowly made her way off towards his bathroom. He waited until he heard the sound of the shower running before he went to grab an extra pillow and blankets for the couch. He was going through the motions of it all, realizing how long it had been since someone had turned up on his step looking for a safe place to stay. That’s not usually what anyone needed him for.

It wasn’t often that Claire came by for more than a drink and to complain about her brother. Both of those activities were things that Tig was more than happy to indulge in with her. But she never needed to hide out at his house. The more Tig thought about it, the last time she was there for anything close to this purpose, was when she was a kid. It wasn’t just her, though. Thomas was there, and so were Tig’s daughters. Jax had managed to talk his way into staying at Opie’s with Mary and Piney, which was just as well. Despite the circumstances of it all, Tig almost found himself smiling at the memory of it. No one told the kids why they were actually staying at Tig’s, so they all just treated it like a big sleepover. They were better off that way.

The smile on his face faded when he realized that Claire was the only one out of the four who was still around. Tig couldn’t remember the last time that Dawn or Fawn had crossed county lines into Charming, and everyone knew what had happened to Thomas. So it was just Claire, and it didn’t seem like she was much better off than the rest of them for having stayed.

His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of her footsteps, the creak of the floorboards beneath her feet. Turning around, he saw her standing there in his clothes, hers balled up in her hands because she didn’t know where she should leave them. Despite his clothes not being the right size for her, Tig couldn’t help but to think that she still didn’t look as small as she did standing on his doorstep. She didn’t look okay yet, but she looked better. It was a start.

He wanted to ask how she was, but the answer was obvious. He also wanted to ask her again about what had happened, but she finally looked like she wasn’t waiting for someone to come kicking his door in after her, so he let it lie. Whatever the circumstances were, they wouldn’t change before morning.

“I’m sorry,” she said as she stepped in closer, her voice quiet, still unsteady. She didn’t know which part of it all she was really apologizing for. Maybe all of it.

He shook his head as he took the clothes from her, unsure of whether he should just toss them for her or wash them. “It’s okay.” He gave her a small smile. “Not the worst mess I’ve had to clean up.”

It got a weak laugh out of her as she shook her head. “Gross.”

They both chuckled for a moment, despite the exhaustion, all of the questions lingering above their heads. Tig let a few beats pass before asking, “Want me to stay down here?”

She shook her head, nose twitching to fight off the sniffle she could feel creeping up. “I’ll be okay.”

He studied her face. “You sure?”

She took a deep breath, trying her best to sound as certain as she usually did. “Yea.”

He didn’t want to push it, didn’t want to make things worse all over again, so he nodded. Stepping in, he gave her another hug, kissing the side of her head, not caring that her hair was still damp. “I’ll be upstairs if you need me.”

She nodded as she hugged him back. “Thank you.”

He noticed the way that she wasn’t quite ready to let go yet, so he didn’t make her. Leaning his head against hers, he said, “Whatever it is, we’ll figure it out.”

She let out a shaky breath, but she still nodded. “Okay.”

[witchthewriter]

𝑴𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒆  

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄.

Paid story for @yourwinchesterbros. Word Count: 2k Warnings: swears

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ

Two weeks had gone by, and you weren’t sure where you stood with Jax.

   He had offered Skeeter two weeks’ worth of pay so you could take some time off; something that you knew nothing about. Skeeter had portrayed it as “keeping his employees mentally stable.” But you could smell something was off about it. Especially since it was paid time off, something that had never happened with your boss before.

    It took practically an intervention with Tig, Happy and Chibs to get you to stay at home. To make sure the trauma didn’t dig itself deeper into your psyche.

 That first week had been awful. In order to move forward you had to process what had happened. Your mental fortitude was strong, your past made it so. But still, this was what Jax was talking about. The horrors that could happen at any moment. 

  You did have help though. Barely left alone, Happy was stationed outside your door during night, taking you to your shifts and escorting you come. During the day Tig would come by and see if everything was alright. And if the other’s had time, they would pop in as well.

 Jax had come by a few times. Not for long, and not with many words either. You had no idea what to say to each other. That passion you had for one another still felt hot between you.

 It was in that second week that you had made up your mind.

This was it; this was going to be your life. The Club. And you knew you had to tell Jax, let him know your decision in person. For some reason, it felt right. 

                                                          - ✦ -

The weather was warmer than usual this morning as you got out of your car and walked into Teller Morrow mechanics. You weren’t completely sure Jax would be there, but it wouldn’t be a wasted journey; your car could always use a looking to.

   You had just gotten out of your car when you saw them.

Wendy, with her long beautiful blonde hair, wearing heeled boots and tight jeans. She looked like every man’s dream. In each hand she held one of Jax’s sons. Blonde hair and tanned skin, they were taking after their father. There was a pang in your chest. And a thought popped up in your mind – motherhood. It was an outlandish notion, but your mind had found its way there anyhow.

  Could you be a stepmother? If … by any sort of chance, you and Jax got together. Would you be able to step into that role; as mother?

(Play Nancy From Now On by Father John Misty)

Your thoughts were ripped from your brain by a heartbreaking sight. Jax held Wendy close. It was an intimate embrace, and you knew about their history, but when he pulled back and kissed her cheek... It felt like a punch to the gut. Closeness to another woman shouldn’t affect you like this. He was... well, he was your boss! For god sake you weren’t supposed to be feeling like this.

 But escaping was too late now, Gemma had been watching you from the office window and as soon as you made a move to leave, she called you over.

    Shit. You thought, trying not to let your emotions show on your face.

“I don’t think we’ve been introduced,” she called from underneath the large Teller Morrow sign. You stood in the carpark; feeling like a deer in headlights.

  And yet, you never ran from a fight, a confrontation or in this case … the devil herself.

Slinging your bag over your shoulder, you slammed the door behind you and walked over to Gemma.

                                                       - ✦ -

All you heard were boots on gravel, even as Jax greeted you. Something in you wanted to curse him out, to growl hatred words at him; jealousy was an ugly thing. But you also felt like he didn’t really do anything wrong. But looking at them together, when you had all these confusing feelings … it hurt more than it should.

 You smiled down at each of Jax’s boys. Their innocent eyes looking up at you with curiosity and intimidation. 

   Wendy waved goodbye just as you reached them. You could have sworn she flicked her hair behind her shoulder and swayed her hips as she walked away. 

 Trying to focus on something else, you crouched down, and offered your hand to both boys. 

“Well hi!” You said cheerfully, letting them know you weren’t someone to fear.

Thomas just hid behind Jax’s leg, clinging to his father’s hand. Abel on the other hand, gladly accepted yours and proudly said his name.

  “Woah,” you let your features and words turn somewhat animated, “what a cool name!”

Abel laughed and his eyes lit up. He leaned from side to side and giggled whenever your eyes met. 

   “Great, now I think he’s falling for you,” Jax remarked as he looked down at his star-struck son. You didn’t even look up at Jax.

Thomas peaked from a pant leg but once he saw you looking back, he quickly moved out of sight once again.

  “You must be the infamous Zoe__ …” Gemma trailed off, waiting for you to fill in your last name.

Smiling you replied, “just Zoe, mostly go by Zo.” You extended your hand and Gemma shook it. You could feel the cold metal of her wedding ring, and the light indentation of her nails.

                                                         - ✦ -

Gemma led the boys over to the play equipment, within minutes there were shrieks of laughter and “higher! Higher grandma!” As Gemma pushed each boy on the swing set.

Jax’s hands were in his pockets, and when he looked at you, there was something like hope in his eyes.

Moving a hand to rub behind his neck, he said “You wanna stay a while? I got some free time.”

  You hesitated, completely forgetting why you were actually here, “Uh – I’m not sure that’s such a good idea.”

“Why is that?” His eyebrows furrowed together.

    “I don’t think Wendy would be too happy about it.”

“Wendy? The hell has she got to do with this?”

    You sighed and looked for any other place than him. Any other place than those eyes, because they felt like some place you hadn’t felt in a while. Those eyes felt like home.

 “Hey,” Jax reached for your hand, and you nearly let him take it. But a familiar voice rang out through the carpark.

Turning your attention to it, you found Tig, who came out of the mechanics with a dirty rag over his shoulder.

  “Well look what the cat dragged in,” the playfulness in his voice lightened the air that surrounded you and Jax.

When you replied, your voice changed; light-heartedness had found its way back in. Or maybe you were just a damn good actress.

  “Hey Tig, can you uh, look at my car for me?”

With an enthusiastic nod, he realised too late that he had interrupted something serious. If you were a mind reader, you would hear, ‘Fuck you Tig, and fuck your big mouth, dumbass!’ But all you got was a lopsided grin and a man eager to get away from Jax. It was as if  Hades himself was sat on a child’s plastic chair, staring at both of you from afar.

As you walked over to your car, Tig mumbled, “the fuck you say to him?”

 Without glancing at him, you pulled your keys from your pocket and handed them over, “not much.”

Jumping in the driver’s seat, you stood back and watched as Tig parked your car in the empty slot inside. You slowly walked over, basking in the Californian sun. The pavement seemed to radiant even more heat, because you found yourself walking over to the shade.

   “Ugh, Zo-“ Tig called out.

You walked over, not looking over at Jax, whose eyes bored into you. For a moment he swore you were Tara. Your long brown hair with that red undertone, the way you dressed, except for the all black clothing. It was just a glimpse of a memory, one that wasn’t hard to remember.  

 Reaching Tig, you asked what the damage was.  

     “All I can say is, it’s gonna take a few days.”  

“Perfect,” you replied, eyes nearly rolling into the back of your head.

                                                           - ✦ -

There had been many offers to drive you back home, but ultimately Jax won out. You didn’t think he would’ve wanted to be anywhere near you right now, but for some reason…that wasn’t the case. And you still needed to tell him your decision.

  Gemma took the boys back to Jax’s place, where they’d be waiting for him to get home. They waved by to their dad from the swing set, their happiness a godsend since Tara passed.

Getting on the back of Jax’s Harley felt completely natural. Flinging a leg over, clipping on the helmet and hugging his waist all felt so normal. Although, you couldn’t stop the blush that you grew on your cheeks. Especially when Chibs winked at you as Jax reversed.

The ride had felt too short. You wanted it to go on and on, and as cliché as it sounds; you wanted to ride off into the sunset. It happened, didn’t it? Two people were able to fall in love and leave all their worries behind? Well, that’s what the fairytales told you. And surely they weren’t all lies?

 But your house was nearing; behind slanted trees, there was a stone pathway that ascended towards your door. You thought Jax was just going to wait until you reached the front door and drive off, but the second he killed the engine, you knew he was coming in.

 You left the front door open and turned on the kettle, knowing this was going to be … more than an odd conversation. Plus, you needed something to do with your hands.

As if he lived there too, Jax walked straight in and closed the door behind him.

   “Coffee or tea?” You called from the kitchen, trying to find the teabags.

“Uh, neither,” he said from the loungeroom, not knowing if he should sit down.

      “Beer then?”

“That, I’ll take.”

 You opened your fridge and took out two bottles, popped them and handed one to Jax. You could hear one of your dogs scratching at the back door, and you knew exactly which it was.

   Before sitting down, you went over and slid open the back door. Jango burst in like a rocket, his tail wagging back and forth. Angus, your Doberman, was much more graceful. The pair followed you back into the loungeroom, where Jax had taken a seat on the far corner.

    “So…” you said, sitting down. Both dogs were at your feet, waiting to be invited onto the couch.

“So-“ Jax said and took a swig of his drink. You did the same, and knew you were going to have to speak first.

   “I’m in. I’m fully in.” You said almost as an outburst.

Well, an outburst it was, because Jax was taken back.

   “The Club, I mean. I’m fully aware of the risks and I want to be involved.”

He nodded slowly, eyes closing for split second before shaking his head. “I knew you would.”

You weren’t 100% sure what his reaction was going to be. Your stomach was churning as you watched him take another big gulp. Would he get angry? Just get up and walk out?

 Without warning, he got up from his seat and placed his bottle on the nearest counter. You knew words were forming, there was something he needed to say. But he couldn’t find the right way to say it. Putting one hand in his pocket, and flaring his nose, he finally got the words out. 

  “…Why, were you upset with me and Wendy?”

You blanched, not thinking this was going to be his response. 

 “I-,” your mind went through so many different options of what could be said, but you were already looking into those eyes. You were looking at home.

  “I was jealous.”

He took a moment to process it. To know that his feelings weren’t unrequited.

 And somehow you were both standing now; he was looking in your eyes just as intently.

The movement towards one another was easy, and when Jax extended his hand, you accepted it.

 You moved closer, and his lips were inches from touching your own. Inches away from feeling the physical contact of the Prince of Death.

 His other hand stroked the hair from your face, and he dropped his eyes to look at your lips. Heart racing, he shook his head and stepped back. 

  “I’ve lost too much; I don’t know if I can do that again.”

[patchworkgargoyle]

oc fic: i wanna be adored

For day two of @strangerthingsocweek!! This is an "official" publication, I guess, of a fic I wrote last year for Dom and Freak. @steddieas-shegoes gave me a lot of inspiration for this one, so thank you so much again, as well as organising this event! You're awesome, Mickala!!

I don't tend to go back and re-read my own work, but re-reading this to make sure it was decent enough to put on tumblr made me realize how much I liked this one. So that's nice!

Pairing: transmasc OMC x Unnamed Freak || Rating: E || Words: ~6.7k|| Tags: modern!au, some emotional self-harming behaviours, rough sex, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, cunnilingus, Dom/sub undertones, impact play, under-negotiated kink, aftercare, first kiss For some context, this is set in @steves-strapcollection's Stranger Things modern!au "here I have found some peace of mind" but after the events of his fic. It also mentions his OCs Charlie and Tig, as well as @sentient-trash's OC Eric! Title from I Wanna Be Adored - The Stone Roses

Coming to this fucking party was a mistake.

Dominik was trying. He was determined to be on his best behaviour and shove his mess aside for the night to at least keep some peace. It wasn’t like he (fully) intended to make this schism worse, he just… he couldn’t always keep his mouth shut. And paid for it. That he was even invited to hang out with his friends and the Corroded Coffin folks tonight was an olive branch from both Tig and Gareth and even if Dom hadn’t gotten hold of the reins of his runaway feelings yet–at all–he was determined to at least try. To put on a brave face, a stiff upper lip, what-have-you.

And, importantly, to try to keep his stupid mouth shut. He didn’t need to poison the air with his usual venom right now.

Even if it meant that Charlie kept shooting him concerned looks. Eric mostly just gave him an awkward pat on the back. Dom knew it was because he’d probably said less than ten whole words all night while he kept his distance from the–understandably, even he can begrudgingly admit–suspicious Coffin boys and their friends. 

None of that trying helped, though.

Seeing Tig practically glued to Gareth’s side all fucking night was hellish. And the way he smiled at Gareth… that extra wide grin, the way his eyes crinkled at the corners and sparkled every motherfucking time that short shithead cracked a barely funny joke, like he was the sun in Tig’s sky. Uhg. Made Dom want to throw his glass of wine at the wall so hard it shattered, rip his own heart out, and throw it at Gareth’s feet to be stomped to mush so at least it looked how Dom felt. But that was a tad too dramatic, even for him.

So Dom suffered quietly, slowly sipping his only drink of the night and offering the blandest smiles and clipped answers to the very-brave very-few who dared approach him and the figurative thunderstorm brewing over his head. One that snapped into a deluge when he caught sight of them again.

It was awful to watch Tig wrap his arms around Gareth’s waist from behind and nuzzle his face into his neck, his lips moving with whatever secret affections he whispered into that undeserving cunt’s ear–

Tearing his gaze away, he started to take a series of deep, measured breaths, tapping out the time between each on his glass with a finger. He was trying. Trying, god-fucking-damnit.

He cast around for anything else more interesting and less heart wrenching, a distraction, and saw someone else. Someone who also watched Tig and Gareth’s sickening little display, and who Dom knew also held some measure of jealousy about it.

Freak also stood off to the side, just a little ways away from the group. Had this kicked-puppy expression as he stared at the happy couple over the rim of the can. His stunning blue eyes reluctantly left their mutual, though opposite, objects of desire and jealousy and, amusingly, landed on Dom.

Raising his glass in a wry gesture of camaraderie, he took a sip as Freak gave a humourless laugh and followed suit. This wasn’t the first time they’d “commiserated” over their feelings, though Dom was still endlessly bitter that Freak, at least, had gotten to fuck them a few times anyway. Freak had snarled in his ear, while he fucked Dom into the floor, that maybe he could’ve too if he weren’t such a bitch; that had ended with both of them covered in scratches and carpet burns, and had Dom limping for almost a week.

The memory left him feeling a little warm. He held Freak’s gaze and tilted his chin up a little so he could look at him through his lashes, letting a slow smile stretch across his lips. They could both use a distraction, he figured. Why not offer one?

Freak glanced at his friends gathered just a few feet away, then back at Dom, letting his eyes roam lazily down Dom's body. Against the wall, Dom preened under his attention and stood in a way that he knew made his willowy frame look subtly more enticing. 

They've danced this dance before so Freak skipped the act of trying to seem disinterested and walked over instead. "Having fun?" he asked dryly, and Dom snorted with a disbelieving stare.

"Does it fucking look like I am?"

"Yup. Really the life of the party over here."

That pulled the tiniest, most reluctant smile from Dom, and he hid it with a sip of wine and a roll of his eyes. He did a sarcastic little bow with a flourish of his free hand, and said, "Welcome to the party, then."

"Happy to be here," Freak replied blandly.

"No you're not." Dominik pointedly looked at Tig and Gareth. "Neither of us are."

Freak laughed. "Fuck, you're miserable."

"Fuck off," Dom snapped, his irritation rising like bile in his throat, "like you're any better."

"Yeah I am."

Freak said it so plainly that Dom wanted to lash out at him. If they weren't here, if they were somewhere private, he would have. Instead he glared up at Freak, feeling caged and prodded at, and started trying to suss out any cracks in the armour of superiority Dom was convinced he hid behind. He'd knock Freak down a fucking peg even if he took himself out at the same time.

"Prove it," Dom demanded, his tone just shy of a growl. He stepped up into Freak's space with a dangerously coy tilt of his head. The closeness reminded Dom of how deliciously overwhelming Freak could be when provoked hard enough and a familiar zing of interest raced down his spine, only fueling his need to push and anger the man. So he added,

"Fuck me like you'd fuck him."

Freak's eyes narrowed, his lip upturned in a sneer. "Why would I want to do that?"

"Well, it should be easy, a fucking walk in the park, if you're that much better than me. And besides, darling." Dom lowered his voice and stepped just close enough to feel Freak's body heat and smell his cologne. Using one finger, he turned Freak's head in Gareth's direction and watched, with self-satisfied glee, as Freak's eyes flicked over, right where Dom had intended. "You could just close your eyes and think it's his cunt you're fucking instead."

He lowered his hand but didn't step away, so he heard the unsteady breath Freak took. Dom waited patiently for him to respond. The more seconds that ticked by, the more certain he felt that he'd won this part of the battle. He looked forward to the next part.

Without looking away from Gareth and Tig, Freak finally spat out, "Fine."

"Great. I'll meet you at mine? Unless you back out like a fucking coward and prove me right," Dom asked with a smug smile. Freak's downright furious expression just made him smile wider.

"You'll regret that."

"Oo, I adore threats."

They stared at each other for a few seconds, neither one backing out of the bare few inches of space they'd left between themselves, Dom grinning and Freak fuming. Gritting his teeth, Freak was the first to break away, schooling his face into something much friendlier before going to say his goodbyes to his friends.

Dom went back to leaning against the wall. He figured he'd finish his wine first and privately revel in his petty victory. He'd earned it.

There was a chorus of farewells and the front door shut, so Dom swirled the rest of his drink, giving Freak a head start of a few minutes. But he wasn't able to enjoy his small moment of peace.

"Nickie."

Sighing, Dom gave Charlie a tight smile and a short hum of acknowledgement. His friend looked anxious, that iconic moustache of his tilted in a frown, which seemed to be the only way he looked at Dom these days.

"Dominik," Charlie continued, sounding vexed, "come on. What was all that? Did you drive him off?"

"Not this time," Dom grumbled.

"I'm serious." Charlie crossed his arms over his chest.

"So am I, fucking hell, stop riding my ass, it's–" Clamping his mouth shut, Dom exhaled through his nose and let the wall take his weight. Then he looked at the floor and scrubbed a hand down his face. "Sorry, Chuckie," he said, with actual remorse.

Charlie patted Dom's shoulder, letting it rest there as he spoke. "I know. We're okay. But, really, what the hell was that? You were all up in his space, he looked pissed, and then he left."

"I did piss him off a little," Dom admitted, unable to help the satisfied lilt to his voice, "but it's not what it looks like, alright? It's just a… an arrangement."

Dom glanced up at Charlie and was met with the second most disappointed look he'd ever seen on his friend's face. Didn't appreciate the reminder that he was also the reason for the most disappointed look he'd ever seen, too. "Nickie–"

"Don't. Just, shit, don't. I know."

Sighing, Charlie squeezed Dom's shoulder and reined him in for a side hug. Dom bristled but let it happen, refusing to cause some kind of scene. Again.

"I hope you know what you're doing, and that you're talking it out and being safe. Freak's pretty rough."

"Yeah he is." Dom flashed a salacious grin at Charlie, hoping that it would distract him from the fact that he didn't acknowledge the rest of what he'd said. The tired eyebrow levelled his way said that Dom didn't succeed. "Listen, it's fucking fine. It's nothing. Stop wasting your time mother-henning me and go be with the well-adjusted assholes over there," he said sullenly, though without his usual bite.

"It's not a waste of my time to worry about you, man." 

And that there was too much, too far. Dom ducked out from Charlie's arm with a thin smile. "Either way, I'm wasting my handsome gentleman caller's time the longer I'm here. So if you'll excuse me, I have to go get my brains fucked out of my head. Say goodbye to Eric and… and Tig, for me."

"Nickie–"

"Good night, Chuckie."

Dom made for the back door, where he figured he could slip away with only Charlie knowing. He opened it carefully, not wanting to make his exit obvious, and when the door creaked lightly he glanced over his shoulder. Which was, of course, a stupid mistake.

Tig was watching him.

Pinned in place like an insect, Dom couldn't look away from Tig's blatant worry and sadness. Shame and guilt and want flooded his chest, threatening to drown him, drag him under and into the dark, so Dom bit down hard on the inside of his cheek. The bloom of metallic-tasting pain was enough to get him through the door without so much as a wave goodbye.

The drive home was a blur. Dom could barely remember any of it beyond pulling into his parking space, when he pried his tense hands off of the steering wheel. Groaning, he flopped against the seat and ground the heels of his palms into his eye sockets until he saw stars.

He shouldn't have gone to that goddamn party.

The thought echoed in his head, taunting him, until there was a tap-tap-tap on his window and Dom jolted. He almost started yelling at the person for being a creep until he realised it was Freak. The parking lot light cast his face in a yellowed half-light, enough to see his slight frown. Dom had had enough of people looking at him like that.

"Come on," he said when he slammed his car door shut. Freak followed silently, a steady presence at Dom's back as he led them into the building. In the elevator, he punched the button for the 6th floor and stared at the display wordlessly.

"We don't have to do this," Freak hedged to break the quiet ride up.

Dom crossed his arms. "You backing out now?"

"Not backing out, giving you an out. Kinda looks like you don't want–"

The elevator came to a stop with a ding, the door rattling open. Dom shoved his foot against the gap where it disappeared.

"What I don't want is to keep being treated like I don't know what I'm fucking doing." He sneered at Freak. The seal on his temper was so close to bursting. "So are you coming in, or going home?"

Freak examined him for a moment. Seemed to weigh his options. The elevator tried to close, but as it met Dom's foot, Freak stepped forward and held it back, looming into Dom's space at the same time.

"You're going to let me know if you want to stop. At any time. And don't snap at me when I check in," he said.

Dom tilted his head, one eyebrow cocked. "Fine. But talk to me again like I don't know basic etiquette and I'll rip your dick off."

"Oo," Freak cooed, both sarcastic and alluring, "I adore threats."

The callback made Dom bristle, but the dark thread of desire woven through his tone made it more fun than annoying. Marginally. That, and the way Freak leered at him, using his extra few inches of height to his advantage, felt like a challenge, and Dom craved that push, that fight.

Trailing his hand up Freak's leg, smirking at the small hitch of breath he heard, and held his gaze as he hooked a finger into a belt loop, pulled, and said, "Good."

Freak shoved Dom out of the elevator, his patience clearly worn thin, and Dom muffled his cackling as he jogged backwards down the hall, unzipping his coat and grabbing his crotch suggestively. He managed to ruck up his black shirt when he ran his hands up his chest, knowing that Freak could see the thatch of hair that disappeared beneath his waistband. Freak watched hungrily, following at a pace slow enough to enjoy the show. But when Dom turned to unlock his door, Freak was on him, crowding him against it.

"Such an attention whore, huh?" Freak growled appreciatively in Dom's ear. Dom shivered, grinning. "Fucking starved for it. Bet I could fuck you right here where your neighbours could see and you'd get off on it."

Laughing low and breathless, Dom fished out his keys with one hand, jingling loudly in the quiet hall, then reached around to grab Freak's ass with the other to yank him closer with a hard squeeze. The words, the idea, made his cunt throb. He could feel how Freak's breathing picked up, with his chest against Dom's back and their faces side-by-side. The slightest turn of his head had Dom's lips brushing Freak's stubbled jaw.

"While I do love putting on a show," Dom murmured, rubbing against Freak's hardening cock with a satisfied sound, "we have other plans."

Freak groaned in complaint when Dom let them inside, leading the way. Whirling around on his heel, Dom started stripping, flinging his coat one way, his shirt the other. He could almost feel the way Freak watched him, a little stunned but intense. "Don't forget to lock the door, darling," he taunted, smirking. With one hand held up, two fingers crooked to beckon Freak along, Dom undid his belt with the other, the leather making a loud snap as he whipped it out of the belt loops. Freak slammed the door shut, throwing the lock, still staring as he shoved his jacket off.

"You just gonna fucking gawk or–oh shit!" Freak charged, scooping Dom up as he squawked in surprise, and started towards the bedroom. "Jesus–fuck–put me down!" He scrambled for purchase, forced to wrap his hands around Freak's neck and trust that he'd hold Dom up. Though the way his biceps flexed as he hoisted Dom a bit higher left zero room for doubt.

Freak's confident, cocky stare fed the heat pooling in Dom's belly. His self-assuredness was so frustratingly hot. And shit, it was fun to fuck around with someone again that matched his energy, that kept up with him. That bit back.

Dom tangled his fingers into Freak's dark, curly hair and tugged, and though he hissed Freak also laughed and dug his blunt nails into Dom's jean-clad thighs in retaliation. But then they passed the doorway into Dom's room. And Freak grinned. It clicked just a split-second before–

"No–!" 

With an effortless shove, Freak flung Dom onto the unmade bed. He landed in an undignified heap amongst the pillows and blankets with a muffled yelp. Getting up on his elbows, Dom blew his hair out of his face and glared.

"You told me to put you down," Freak said, shrugging.

"You… clichéd asshole," Dom fumed, his jaw clenched to keep from laughing or smiling. He refused to show that he'd actually enjoyed being hauled around so fucking easily.

He watched as Freak shrugged again, unbothered and amused, before pulling his shirt off and propping a leg up on the bed frame to start untying his boots. Dom kept watching as he unlaced his own boots. Admired his thick thighs, the swell of his belly over his jeans, the dark hair that covered his forearms and torso. He wanted to get his hands on every inch of skin and leave bruises that would last for days.

Seeing Dom start to open his fly, Freak grabbed him by the ankles and yanked him across the bed, standing between his outstretched legs before pulling Dom’s jeans off so roughly he heard a seam snap, taking his boxer briefs with them, leaving him naked and spread open. Dom gasped, looked up. His gut swooped at the way Freak studied him, almost cold, calculated, the fun from earlier hidden behind whatever was going on in his head. Then, slowly, Freak sank to his knees.

Shock coursed through Dom’s nerves. They hadn’t done this before. They had an agreement to not use their mouths; no lips, tongue, teeth. Only hands, fingers, Freak’s cock or a toy or two. So Dom asked hesitantly, “What the fuck are you doing?”

“You wanted me to fuck you like I fuck Gareth,” he responded flatly. That name sent a sick spike of jealousy through Dom’s heart. “So I’m giving you what you wanted. Unless–”

“Fuck you, I’m not backing out,” Dom spat. Anger seethed alongside his jealousy, but not at Freak, not really. At himself. He’d forgotten, so fast, that that was why they were even here tonight. He fucking forgot. Some unnamed feeling sank like a stone in his chest, so he buried it. Swiftly.

Dom hooked a leg over Freak’s shoulder and dug a demanding heel into his back, catching the barest wince on his face before he came closer to Dom’s bare, glistening cunt. The thrill at the sight of Freak on his knees between his legs warred with the bitterness of knowing why he was there. Dom grit his teeth. “Get to it.”

Freak gave him one last significant look before closing his eyes with a short huff. His broad hand grabbed the leg that wasn’t over his shoulder and held it in place so he could bite. Dom let out a surprised sound, the new feeling of Freak’s teeth in his skin going straight to his dick, and throbbing when he started to suck.

Freak sucked two more hickeys into Dom’s thigh on his way up, each one harder than the last, leaving Dom panting, his leg twitching in Freak’s strong grasp. Dom didn’t realise his own eyes were closed until he felt Freak’s hot, wet tongue lap at the seam of his cunt, licking over him and then in with a throaty groan. Moaning in surprise, Dom let his head fall back.

He wanted to swear, to run his mouth like he usually did, but something held him back. He didn’t want to ruin whatever fantasy might be playing in Freak’s head and change the scene, remind him of who he was actually eating out and be treated differently. Even if this was only because Freak was picturing Gareth, he wanted to know. Wanted that awful, twisting stab in his chest, knowing how that asshole got pampered.

Biting his lip to keep silent, Dom started rocking into Freak’s face when he felt him latch onto his dick. But Freak laid his arm across his hips, pinning him easily as he shoved Dom’s leg wider, sucking harder and licking at the tip of his dick in a way that had Dom trembling and choking back every sound. Freak was fucking eager, greedy.

All he could do was lie there and feel. Dom’s hands fisted in the blankets as his pleasure built and built, gasping and breathless when he wasn’t desperately trying to be quiet. Freak’s laser-like focus on his cock made it really goddamn hard.

Distracted, Dom didn’t notice at first that Freak’s hand, the one holding him down, started moving. He jolted when Freak’s nails pressed into the sensitive skin at the bend of his hip, dragging up in harsh red lines. They’d stand out on his pale skin for hours.

When Freak’s fingertips reached Dom’s chest, he paused. Dom thought it was because his hips jerked up helplessly against Freak’s mouth. Then Freak’s fingers trailed over one of his scars, halting and almost gentle, before thumbing at Dom’s pierced nipple. Confused, Dom opened his eyes and looked down at Freak to find he was already looking back.

“What?” Dom asked. Freak pulled away, his chin shining with slick in the low light, and Dom strangled the sound of protest that tried to escape him as his cunt throbbed at the sight.

“You’re not Gareth–”

“You think I don’t fucking know that–?” Dom snarled, but Freak slapped his thigh hard enough to make Dom jerk, his breath catching in his throat at the sting.

“Shut the fuck up for one second, christ!” Wiping his face on his arm, Freak surged up from his knees to cage Dom in against the bed. His jeans were rough against Dom’s thighs when he squeezed his legs around Freak out of instinct, habit, need. “You’re not Gareth, and I don’t want you to be! Let go of the stupid game and let me fuck you. Just you, Dom.” 

Dom blinked up at him, stunned. Emotions whirled messily in his chest, bursting into sparks as they collided with his ribs. His eyes darted over the other man’s face, finding frustration–a familiar sight–but also hunger, sheer want, and… earnestness. It only worsened the chaos in his ribcage. Part of him wanted to end it all right here, send Freak home, delete and block his number and snuff out the sparks, swift and sure and cynical. But then Freak’s face started to close off the longer Dom took to respond and something dug its claws into his bones and begged.

“Do it, then,” he rasped, his heart thundering as he deliberately held Freak’s gaze. “Screw the game.”

“Thank fuck.” Freak burrowed into Dom’s neck, immediately biting at his tattooed skin. He couldn’t make himself tell Freak off for it. The movement brought their hips together, both of them gasping when Freak’s hard cock, still trapped in his jeans, pressed against the wet mess he’d left between Dom’s legs. They rutted into each other, Dom thriving off the rough drag of fabric against his swollen cock and the sharp bite of Freak’s teeth, digging a trembling hand into his curls to hold him against his neck.

Fuck the game, fuck their agreement. Dom wanted this.

Wanted Freak.

When a particularly hard bite made Dom choke back a moan, Freak growled into his neck, “Stop. Stop fucking hiding, wanna hear you.” He laved his tongue over the red, painful spots he’d made and Dom shuddered.

“Then fucking do something worth moaning about.”

Chuckling darkly, Freak yanked Dom’s head back by his hair, using the leverage to thrust against him, and bit down at the soft spot under the hinge of Dom’s jaw, sucking a hickey there so hard that Dom cried out, his cunt clenching around nothing. God, fuck, he needed Freak’s cock fucking immediately.

Reaching down, he scrabbled at Freak’s belt, squeezing his length for good measure and preening at the sounds that earned. It took some fussing and swearing, and Freak helped not at all as he kept nipping his way across Dom’s neck, but Dom finally managed to pull those goddamn jeans down and get Freak’s thick cock out. He smirked when he felt the eager twitch in his hand as he pumped it, smearing precome along it.

“So wet for me, darling,” Dom purred into Freak’s ear. Guiding him to his cunt, he hissed when Freak took the hint and started thrusting again, sliding through Dom’s slick folds and rubbing against his dick. “For me.”

“You’re no better,” Freak laughed, “listen to this.” He straightened up, grabbed Dom’s hips, and thrust faster, the wet sounds getting wetter each time the head of Freak’s cock ground against Dom’s.

Then he grinned, and before Dom realised it he was being pulled closer to the edge of the bed, and then up, into his lap, where Freak bent him nearly in half so he could leer down into Dom’s face as he spoke. “You were soaked before I even got my mouth on your cock.” He angled himself so his dick sat tantalisingly at Dom’s entrance, just barely pushing in, his grin growing wider when he felt his cunt twitch and flutter.

“For me,” Freak echoed, so self-satisfied, and Dom glared even as he desperately wanted to squirm, writhe, do anything to finally be fucked like he wanted.

“You smug fucking–oh, bastard, fuck!” Dom shouted as Freak bullied his way inside with a rough shove. His mouth fell open around a surprised, needy sound, turning into a hiss as his cunt had to stretch around the welcome intrusion. Freak sighed, his head falling back in relief. He might’ve been a bastard, Dom thought, but fuck if he wasn’t a hot one. As he wrapped his legs around Freak’s waist, Dom made plans to mark up his neck as revenge for mauling his own. And because he could, now.

Dom rolled his hips into each hard thrust, the push and drag inside him setting his already wound-up nerves alight. Their eyes met, and even as they both grinned, slap-happy and running on endorphins, Dom realised this was the first time they’d fucked like this, face to face, and he didn’t know what to do with the feelings building in his gut alongside his arousal. So, he did what he always does.

Digging his nails into Freak’s neck, Dom said with a teasing smirk, “This how you wanted to do it? Missionary, like we’re fucking vanilla?”

Freak rolled his eyes. “Don’t think you’re supposed to bend this far in missionary,” he shot back, forcing Dom to bend at the waist just a little more, his cock hitting deeper, at just the right angle to hit Dom’s g-spot and punch a high, reedy groan out of him. “Besides, wanna see your face for once when I make you come.”

“And you think—oh, fuck—you think this is all it’ll take?” He pressed his sharp nails further into Freak’s skin, making him wince. “Like I can’t go out and fuck someone else like this whenever I want? I fucking could—”

Faster than Dom could blink, Freak’s palm slapped Dom’s right cheek with a loud crack. Shock hit him before the sting, the burn, and Dom cut himself off with a fucking whimper, a full-body shudder rocking through him as he suddenly had to keep himself from coming right there and then. Holy shit. Freak grabbed his chin, forcing Dom to look up, wide-eyed and speechless.

“You’re mine.”

The dark, possessive growl behind Freak’s words made Dom clench around his cock. It shook him, down to his core. To be claimed like that, the evidence still stinging hotly on his red cheek, was almost more surprising, hotter, than being slapped.

Freak’s hand released his chin, instead resting on the centre of Dom’s chest, and he wondered if the other man could feel his heart racing, aching, under his palm; if he’d know exactly why it did. “Alright?” Freak asked, and Dom nodded, feeling a little dumb, a lot reckless.

“Again,” he said breathlessly.

He held Freak’s serious gaze until he seemed to find what he needed. Heat flared in Freak’s blue eyes, and Dom felt him throb, still buried to the hilt in his cunt. Freak lifted his hand and struck Dom again, on the same cheek, with the same force, and a moan ripped out of his throat as his eyelids fluttered closed and the coil in his belly went taught, threatening to snap.

“Fu-fuck, Freak, again, say it again, shit, please!” Dom pleaded. Freak switched hands, hitching Dom’s hips closer, before he gave Dom what he begged for.

The slap came down on Dom’s left cheek with so much force he cried out, his head whipping to the side. Freak ducked down immediately and licked a long, wet stripe along the clearly defined handprint he’d left, his fingers tangling in Dom’s hair as he said, with a low, gravelly snarl,

“Mine.”

And Dom came. Trembling, whining loud and guttural as he arched off the bed, fucking himself on Freak’s cock on drunken instinct as lightning arced through his body, knife-sharp and burning and fucking delicious. Freak thrust into him, helping Dom chase the high until he went limp on the bed, panting and still shaking. When Freak started to pull away, though, Dom’s legs kept him trapped, held him close.

“I swear to god if you pull out now I’m going to kill you,” he said breathlessly. “Keep fucking going.”

Laughing, Freak shook his head fondly and said, “Jesus christ you’re demanding.” Stubbornly, he shifted them both so that Dom wasn’t bent into a half-moon any more, and braced himself over Dom like proper fucking missionary. But, thankfully, he listened too, resuming his steady pace with a satisfied groan.

The overstimulation sent sparks skittering along Dom’s nerves and he knew, if Freak kept this up and he got his fingers around his cock, he could come again. So he reached between them and started rubbing himself in time with Freak’s thrusts, which grew faster, harder, when he noticed what Dom was doing. He rode the edge of pain and pleasure, gasping when Freak grabbed his waist and held him still, fucking into him rougher, using him.

Dom watched him as they raced towards their end, took in the sweat on Freak’s brow and the way his lips were bitten red, and that stupid, greedy recklessness swelled in him again. Unthinking, Dom reached up, guiding their faces close so he could kiss him.

His lips were soft. That was devastating, somehow. Life altering. Freak’s hips stuttered and his hands clenched where they grabbed his sides, but Dom felt him melt into the kiss before he licked into Dom’s mouth with a hungry, urgent sound. When their tongues slid together, Dom could taste the remaining salt and tang of his own slick in Freak’s mouth. It quickly turned messy and uncoordinated as Freak’s pace faltered and Dom quickly brought himself to the edge again.

“Dom, shit, I’m gonna—”

“Come on, darling,” Dom urged thoughtlessly, “fill me up, I’m yours, fuck, please.”

Freak pressed another sloppy kiss against Dom’s lips, which he met eagerly, his hands on his cheeks holding him there almost gently, and in just a few deep pumps of his hips Freak came, adding to the wet, frantic sounds of skin on skin. The feeling propelled Dom into his second climax with a choked out whimper.

Letting his forehead rest against Dom’s, Freak slowed, and then stopped, both men gasping for breath. Aftershocks sent tremors through Dom’s muscles, the twitching making Freak hiss and then chuckle lightly. Dom groaned, low and somewhat pained, when Freak pulled out so he flopped onto the bed beside him, the dip in the mattress bringing Dom into his flank, their legs dangling uselessly over the side.

Dom had a whole minute to soak in the bliss. The ache in his cunt, his thigh, and along his face and neck were so fucking good that the only thing keeping him from curling in on himself in satisfied delight was how loose-limbed he was. Instead, he hummed, a short, pleased sound. Then it hit him.

They’d kissed.

No. Dom had kissed Freak. He’d gotten so carried away by his own hormones and his stupid fucking feelings, whatever the fuck they were, that he’d seen the tatters of their agreement, his one rule, to keep their mouths to themselves, and skipped straight to kissing Freak. And then… I’m yours, he’d said. Oh fuck. Panic and regret flooded him, his heart racing with anxiety. The thing with the claws in his ribs shook, expecting to drown. Freak must’ve felt him tense, because he shifted slightly to look at Dom with a concern he desperately did not want to see right now.

“Are you—?”

Dom cut him off by quickly sitting up. “I’ll get us some water,” he said tonelessly. Standing, Dom snatched the robe hanging off his computer chair and slipped into it before walking on unsteady legs to the kitchen, ignoring the mess leaking out between them.

The only light he bothered to turn on was the oven hood light. Anything brighter and Dom illogically thought he’d be forced into a self-interrogation he couldn’t currently bear. Numbly, he pulled out two mismatched glasses and began to fill them.

At the sink, he caught his own faint reflection in the darkened window. His eyeliner was a dark, messy smudge around his eyes now, and even in the darkness he could see how red his cheeks were. He touched his left cheek and flinched at the sting.

He hadn’t noticed the glass was spilling over until a hand reached out and shut off the faucet. “Dom?” Freak asked softly, standing close enough that Dom felt caught in his gravitational pull. Dom’s howling anxiety kept him from giving in.

Freak seemed to mull over his words first, and when he finally spoke it was in that same soft tone that made Dom want to simultaneously lash out and fucking run. But his feet stayed glued in place as Freak said, “I know you’re not one for a lot of aftercare, Dom, but… christ, that was intense and even if you don’t need it I, uh. I think I do. I know I’m gonna drop if you send me home right now, or if you don’t… don’t say anything.”

God, he wanted anything but aftercare right now. Dom wanted to snap at Freak, tell him to fuck off and take care of himself; to curl up and tear out his own hair and rage and be miserable and—

Dom wanted the drop, could feel it, was probably in the midst of it right then, and something his brand-spanking-new therapist had told him suddenly clicked. He was trying to punish himself. For kissing someone, kissing Freak.

Letting out a shaky breath, Dom finally let himself lean into Freak’s side even as a part of him still wanted to rip and tear. “Okay,” he said.

“Thank you,” Freak replied and wrapped his arm around Dom’s shoulders.

“What do you need?” he asked wearily. 

“To clean us up, and lie down with you. Make sure your face is alright. You?”

“That… sounds nice,” he admitted. “Zuko might have to join us.”

As if summoned, Zuko rose from his large bed in the living room and trotted over, his tail wagging so fast it smacked into the cabinets in a way that made both men wince in sympathy. Wrapping his robe tighter to his body, Dom leaned down and babbled baby talk at his dog while he scratched Zuko’s head. When he glanced over at Freak, he caught the tail end of an expression so soft that his panic threatened to return.

“We should get cleaned up and put clothes on,” Freak said. “I don’t think I want to lie in bed naked with your dog.”

Dom snorted. “Good idea.”

They cleaned up in the bathroom, where Freak handled Dom so gently he had to blink back tears, overwhelmed by the care he was being treated with on top of the rollercoaster of the entire day. He let Freak examine his face and neck with careful hands, admitting to being very tender but fine. The wet cloth Freak used soothed Dom’s warm, raw skin. Dom used another to wipe away the sweat that still decorated Freak’s skin and the dried slick on his chin. Seeing Freak be so pliant for him, so trusting, his eyes closed as Dom cleaned him off with a thorough touch, was so new that Dom didn’t know what to do with it, couldn’t parse the emotions that welled up along with everything else.

When they’d dressed—Dom in pyjama pants, Freak in a flashy pair of harem pants from an old costume that were at least comfortable—they crawled under the blankets of Dom’s bed. Zuko, his patience having clearly worn out, ran and jumped onto the bed before squeezing himself between the wall and the nearest body, which happened to be Freak. His pained oof when Zuko stepped on him accidentally made Dom cackle tiredly. Then they were all settled, snug on the bed. How fucking strange.

Dom thought they’d just lie side by side, but instead Freak pulled him in, wrapped him up in a loose hug that made his heart skip a beat. They hadn’t done this, either. Cuddling. But it felt… nice. Laying his arm on Freak’s chest, he scratched through the hair there gently and enjoyed the novelty of just listening to him breathe.

“You’re okay, right?” Freak asked quietly.

He thought for a moment. It was still fucking weird, letting this happen, having Freak in his bed for longer than only needing to catch their breath. There was still too much going on in the cage of his chest; the weight of the kiss was still heavy on his mind. But it was easier to deal with, when Freak’s arms were there to hold him together.

“Yeah.” Dom wiggled in closer and wound his legs around Freak’s, his forehead resting in the crook of Freak’s neck. “I’m okay.”

—

Two days afterward, Dom found himself in front of his bathroom mirror for the third time that day. The marks Freak had left were still there. The snake skull on his neck, once monochrome, was blooming into deep purples haloed in yellow, and every time he turned his head the hickeys and bites ached dully. Even his cheek was still sore. It didn’t help that Dom was a little obsessed with how pink it still was, touching the spot more than he should to keep it tender. To keep the reminder of what happened.

It was useful, too. Now that the bruises were in their prime, he took a selfie, skillfully cropped so only his pinked cheek and the dark marks on his pale, tattooed neck showed between the splay of his spindly fingers. He posted it to his work Twitter and smirked at the instant flurry of notifications, but locked his phone so he could go back to admiring the damage.

He pulled himself out of it when a trio of messages made his phone buzz loudly on the counter. Laughing, he answered the first.

✨delicate boy✨: YEEEEEAAAAAAAH BOOOOOOYYYY 🥵🎉🍆🍆🥵💃

dom: 😎😎😎

The second, he shook his head fondly while he responded.

chuckie cheese: are you ok??? who MAULED you????

dom: a friend. i’m great thnx 😏

The third had Dom biting his lip against a smile as heat pooled low in his belly. Turning, he leaned against the counter and reread the text a few times before he finally responded.

that bassist: Could give you a necklace to match

dom: come do your worst.

dividers by cafekitsune

[vulgar-display-of-escapism]

TGFR Chibs Telford x Reader Smut

Title: Thanks Gods for Rum

Pairing: Chibs Telford x Reader

Summary: After an SOA party, Reader wakes up in an unfamiliar place.

Warning: Pure, shameless smut. Minors stay the fudge out.

Author's note:

Much like the reader, I have no clue what happened. This thing just willed itself into existence all on its own during my study breaks today. It’s messy and unedited, but I’ve got a feeling that if I start messing with it, it’s gonna end up in the pile with the rest of kinky ABCs.

Word count: 1'938

You woke up in a strange bed, with a hungover you didn’t remember earning. But at least the man lying next to you was familiar. “Morning, lass.” He sounded infuriatingly sexy with his voice raspy from sleep as he stretched his naked body shamelessly.

Trying to remember what the hell happened last night, you let your eyes wander. Chibs clearly didn’t mind, with everything from his naked chest to his half-hard cock on full display. Ok, so not that familiar. Even though you’ve had a crush on the sexy, albeit a wee bit grumpy, VP for close to a year now, you’ve never acted on it. Until last night apparently. Now if only you could remember what exactly happened… He stroked your hand with his fingers and brought it to his lips, placing a gentle kiss on each knuckle. He was looking at you with a strange sense of serenity, you’ve never seen in his eyes before. His hair was adorably disheveled, his salt and pepper goatee messy and sticky; and when you looked down his body, you noticed tiny scratch marks on his shoulders and chest. “Are ye with me or is yer hungover worse than it looks?” he finally murmured. “Morning,” you managed, your throat dry and not just because of whatever alcohol you had consumed. “Ow, dinnae tell me ye don’t remember me now.” Despite the words he was still fully relaxed, with his hands folded behind his head and apparently not a single thought of covering himself up. Not that you minded, his confidence was clearly well earned. “Water?” “Aye, wher’s my manners?” He turned to his side and pulled a bottle from the nightstand. Twisting the cap off, he handed the bottle to you. As you drank, you narrowed your eyes at him slightly. As if studying his naked body would offer you the missing pieces of the drunken mosaic that was your last night. And then it did. Well, kind of. The image that played in your mind had you choking on water and spitting some on Chibs’ chest. As you were coughing and trying to get you breath back, he simply took the bottle from you and placed it on the nigtstand. Then he flicked droplets off his chest with a lazy flick of his long fingers. Finally able to speak, you asked without looking up at him, “Did I really make out with Tig?” No way, no sir, you were not going to look at Chibs right now.

“Aye, ye sure did. And for a moment it was the hottest damn thing I’ve ever seen.” More images flooded your brain. You sitting at the edge of the pool table, your body pressed against Tig’s, your tongues dancing together… Oh Gods, dancing. Another image, this one of you and Tig doing some kind of drunk and deeply misguided attempt at dancing tango as the guys laughed and whooped around you and Pantera boomed from the speakers. “ Walk?” “ Aye, the two of you got pretty ambitious about that. And it could’ve been worse. Jax got dared to sing Genie in the bottle.” “By whom?” “You and Juice.” “ Oh God, I’m almost afraid to ask. What did I do later?”

When Chibs remained silent for longer than it was polite under the circumstances, you risked a glance. “ You straddled my lap and asked for my cock. Very politely”

The groan that escaped your lips was something straight out of Jurassic Park territory. Who was this drunk you?

“I couldn’t believe my ears either,” Chibs continued, “If I had known you wanted me, I would’ve been attendin’ to yer every whim and desire for months now.”

“Oh, you would, huh?” “Last night, I did. More than once. After ye..”

That part was coming back to you now, in bits and pieces but in very vivid ones. The two of you coming back here, you styepping out of your tiny, black dress, Chibs kissing you with the kind of passionate, possessive energy that made your knees weak. The attention have gave your nipples, sucking, rolling and pulling, the way his hands caressed your ass before delivering a handful of playful smacks. How his hand curled around your throat when he pulled you in for another wet kiss, sucking on your tongue. In the next memory you were already on your knees, looking up at him as he was shrugging his shirt off and giving you that devilish trademark smirk of his. You remembered how your hands shook unbuckling his belt, his warm hand cradling the back of your head, the way his scent made your mouth water when you pulled his grey boxer briefs down exposing his hard cock. How big and thick he looked and how you had just enough presence of mind left to start worrying about the logistics. You must’ve started too long because with a heavy sigh he tugged your hair gently and said, “Darlin, if ye ain’t sure about this, then get up.” But you were flying high on liquid courage and curiosity, so you stayed right were you were.

Back in the present, Chibs rolled onto his stomach and popped himself up on his elbow. His free hand began tracing lazy circles over your abdomen and you felt his breath on your nipples. “Tha’ thing I said, about you tonguin’ Tiggy being hot? When we got here, you did somethin’ hotter tha’ had me change my mind.” Oh you were remembering it all now. Chibs chuckled, his lips a scant inch away from your nipple, “Mhmm, judging from the way yer blushin, ye remember tha.” He licked one of your nipples while rolling the other with his skillful fingers. You managed a strangled little gasp before finding your voice and whispering, “I might.” And you did. Teasing the tip of his cock with light flicks of your tongue, before taking the head into your mouth and moaning in a really obscene fashion when the first taste of pre-come hit your tongue. The way Chibs kept himself from flexing his hips and patiently talked you through taking more of him instead. The sensation of his thick cock deep in your throat with every thrust, how he praised you and crooned “good girl” every time you tried to swallow around his thick length. The salty taste of his hot cum shooting down your throat. And most of all, you remembered how this impatient and often aloof man looked at you after he came down, like you were the best thing since Jameson juice-boxes. You kind of remembered your hazy mind making a different leap, but the sober you was not willing to go there just yet.

Both your body and mind were jerked back to the present when Chibs bit down on your nipple. Hard. “Enjoyin’ the memories?” He murmured, clearly amused. He reached to trace his fingers on your lips. “ Your gorgeous mouth wrapped around my cock was my favorite thing to watch until..”

‘Until what?” You asked right before Chibs pushed his index finger past your lips. At the same time, the fingers of his other hand slid over your folds and began teasing lightly. “Until I got between yer legs and made you come with my tongue.”

Ah, he did do that. No man has ever been able to do that, all their valiant efforts missing the mark by a nautical mile. No man until Filip. Oh boy. That man knew exactly how to play a woman’s body. He was beginning to show you that same expertise just now. ‘Ye looked so beautiful, beggin’ me for more. Yer pussy grippin’my fingers hard as a fuckin’ vice when ye came.” As he was talking, his fingers gently stroked your folds before he slid a single digit inside and then another. He mimiced the motion with his other hand. “Keep suckin’, baby. And spread yer legs wider.” You obeyed instantly. How could you not, when his voice was so low and laden with lusty promise of the highest magnitude and his fingers were curling inside your your pussy, finding your g-spot with ease. Your breath became shaky and your legs began to quiver as Chibs was brining your closere and closer to that delicious edge. “Tha’ it, my precious girl. Just like tha’,” he growled against the skin of your breast, sending more shivers down your body. “Dinnae run from it, let it wash over ye.” Like you had any other choice. The way the man owned all of your body with just his hands and his mouth, there was no other option but to surrender to the pleasure. Not that the sadistic bastard Was going to just let you have it. He kept you right on the edge for a long time, withdrawing his thumb from your clit at the precise wrong moment every damn time. By the time he finally relented and let you have it, you were a panting, sweat-covered and soaking mess and you didn’t even want to contemplate the size of the wet spot you’ve created. You came with an obscene scream, that probably sounded far from human. You covered your eyes with your still trembling hand. Gods, all of you felt like jello only after a brief moment with Chibs’ fingers.

And then another memory hit you. You screamed like that last night. Well, not like that. Louder. Louder enough to get a whooping “Congrats! You go girl!” from the other side of the wall. Shit, how were you gonna look Tig in the face now… Then you remembered you also shoved your tongue down his throat, so any eye contact was already a lost cause.

When your eyes snapped open, you saw Filip lick his fingers, a satisfied grin firmly in place. Then you heard him hum. Ladies and gentlemen, Filip Freaky Telford was humming. While licking your juices off of his hand like it was melted ice-cream and he didn’t want to miss a single drop. “Ye taste fuckin’ amazing.”

When your breathing returned to normal you asked, “Something tells me the night didn’t end there, did it?” “What kinda man do ye take me for, luv?” He was looking at you now, with fresh lust in his eyes. “How about we grab some breakfast and the come back here so I can show you?” “I’m not really hungry but I’m gonna need some coffee after this, but I’m not going out there.” “Why not?” “There’s no way I can face Tig.” Chibs loud chuckle rumbled through his chest .

In that moment, a resounding knock came from he other side of the door. “You two sill alive in there? Do you need water? Or maybe mouth-to-mouth?” And Juice’s quieter voice, “Tig, don’t make fun.” “I’m not. I’m concerned. What if they died in that orgasm freight train, man?” Another voice, this one belonging to Chucky, uttered in passing, “They were long overdue for one and gods know that Ole’ Grumpy is too much of a wimp to make a move. Thank the gods for rum” That got a reaction from Chibs, “What did ye say, Chucky-boy?” “Coffee’s ready, monsieur.” And then a much quieter, “Chucky is a free elf, can say whatever he wishes,” was added. Booming laughter erupted on both sides of the door.

[yourwinchesterbros]

Rule Breaker - Part Two

Word Count: 5.3K

Summary: Part two is here, for all you Sons of Anarchy lovers! After being confronted by Damon Hale, Jax and the brothers in cut come to your rescue, and more importantly... Mr. Mayhem. 

Authors Note: In so excited to be back, writing stories again. The SONS and the Winchesters have a special place in my heart and I'm open for any future requests within those two fandoms!   

Warnings: Use of y/n, Some use of Gifs, Use of weapons, Mentions of r*pe, Death, Violence, Blood, and Angsty Smut - Oral, BJ, Some Aggression, Daddy Kink. 

Damon before you, with wide eyes, is abruptly slammed to the ground. Your vision still blurred, everything seemed to be in slow motion. You zone in on Jax’s messy hair. Slicked gelled strands out of place, with what seems like razor sharp ends. You see his balled-up fist lifting in the air striking down, making blunt punches to Damon’s face. An explosion of maroon combusting from his nose. His blows become relentless, creating deep shades of purple and black to Damon’s appearance.  

You hear his voice, enraged. “Put this on her!”

Tig catches Jax’s cut. You’re not sure when he arrived by your side, but there he was. You feel Tig wrapping warm leather around your shoulders. With a jump to his sudden touch, your eyes drift to meet his.

“Oh god y/n” he says, wincing at the sight of your fresh wounds. You come to realize that he’s placing the cut onto you, to cover your modesty.

“Get her out of here!” Jax yells never breaking his focus from Damon.

You move your attention back to Jax. He’s glaring down at the man who must’ve had a death wish. While he drags his limp body out the door, Chibs is at his assistance on the other side, his arm under Damon’s shoulder to help tow the weight. You blink slowly, only to catch the last sight of Damon’s heavy uniform boots exiting the doorway.

“Hey sweetheart” Tig whispers “Look at me”

He looks deep into your eyes, his wrinkles crowded with worry.

You feel yourself regaining consciousness.

“Tig…” You stir “I can’t leave, ... I-I need to watch”. You start to pull down your skirt which was still raised to your hip from when Damon violated you earlier.

“Oh baby, no, I’m sorry but no, we need to get you back to the club house, come on”. Tig helps you slide off the desk onto your feet. With one arm around your waist and the other reaching in his jean pockets for his keys, you position yourself. He tries to guide you towards the door, but you dig your heels in, standing your ground in silence. Tig looks down at you, analyzing your expression. He sighs.  

“Tig listen, just listen to me” You plead to him as he tries to win this fight.  

“It would’ve been one thing to threaten the club or even hit me, b-but he fucking raped me” Your voice cracks.

With your dry eyes, Tig sees the anger that resides within them. Looking down, you grab his hand, rubbing your thumb over the freshly open wounds on his knuckles. He must’ve been in the box ring at the clubhouse party before they got the call that you were in danger.

“I wanna see him in pain Trager” You barley manage to say the words.

He sighs heavily, closing his eyes at the sound of you calling him Trager. It wasn’t often that you used it.

“Look what he did to me” You whisper as you look down at yourself. Blood droplets from your head, stain down your neck from the sheer force of your face being slammed in.

Tig takes his hand and smears away the blood under your bottom lip, careless of the crimson covering his thumb. That was Tig though, he never cared about mess, in fact he loved creating mess. When it came to him, the bloodier the better. As he was Clay’s right hand for years, he mastered the art of killing.

He cupped your face lightly, moving a loose strand of hair out of the way. It pained him to see you in this state and it only added fuel to his desire to make Damon suffer. He wanted to be in that garage too.  

“Alright” He whispers. Defeated instantly by your passion for revenge.

He pats the back of your head as you guys exit the office and continue down the hall, following a trail of blood leading you both to the reaper.

The garage is dim, only a single bulb hanging down to shine an orange hue onto Damon. His pants still unbuckled with his belt hanging out. He sways as he’s on his knees, still dizzy from Jax’s repercussions. His wrists bound behind his back by duct tape.

You’re startled by an arriving shadow, and instantly you know it’s Jax’s. Not far behind him in the darkness, you see a small dot of light growing brighter with every drag Chibs takes of his cigarette.  The only thing breaking the silence is the sound of Damon’s labored breathing, and a sweater unzipping. Jax is now left in his famous white T shirt. God, the way he preys on Damon, eyes never breaking away from his sight while he circles a dead man, its truly terrifying. And you love every minute of it.

Damon spits his blood onto the ground “We gunna be here all night or what?”

Jax chuckles, instantly sending shivers up your spine.  

Without warning Jax stops in front of Damon. The sharp sound of a switch blade is released, and Damon’s breathing grows heavier with fear. What follows next makes you turn into Tigs shoulder.

“Fuck!” Damon screams as the blade pierces his cheek, slicing his tongue inside his mouth. With a swift pull, the blade is yanked back out. More screams fill up the room.

“I plan to keep you here all night, until I’m done, and guess what? I’m taking my time” Jax growls as his nostrils flare, his eyes falling darker with a thirst to kill. He wasn’t going to be satisfied until Damon’s heart stops beating, but not too quickly. No, he doesn’t get the easy way out. Your president moves towards him again.

“Jackie boy” Chibs says interrupting Jax mid stride.

“What, chibs?” His glare zones in on his partner. His brother in cut, walks over gripping Jax’s shoulder to pull him away from the bleeding man under the light.

“We’re under heavy watch as it is boy, we can’t be responsible for killing another Deputy” He whispers.

“Chibs, brother, I’m not interested in a fucking history lecture, I really don’t give a shit. He touched my wife.” He states through gritted teeth. “That’s a fucking death sentence” He turns his glare back to Damon, locking eyes with him.

“He meets Mr. Mayhem, tonight” He delivers with raised eyebrows and a stare that could cut through ice. Chibs sucks on his teeth and pauses. He looks over at you and Tig near the entrance of the garage. His eyes absorb your condition, looking so small in that cut, his heart breaking at the sight.

“Alright Boss” he huffs, his head hanging down. He wallowed in the guilt that suddenly rose, for ever considering letting this rapist breathe another second longer.

“Aye, fuck him” the words slip out with his Scottish accent. You watch him make his move to Damon, grabbing his arms to hold him out on display for capital punishment. Jax looks over at you once again, almost as if he was going to order you to leave but the expression across your face reminded him of who you are. You’re a Teller now, an old lady of the club. You’ve proven time and time again, no matter the cards dealt, you always came through stronger. He knew you wanted revenge.

He inhales with pride, knowing he’s the one delivering it to you. He strikes Damon square in the face, with his SONS rings left on. Slicing his skin with every punch.

“God damn it!” Damon yells in pain, blood pooling out of his mouth.

Through his growls, Damon speaks. “You know what Teller; I didn’t even have to ask”.

Jax stands back, waiting for his elaboration. After too long of a pause, Jax strikes him again, Chibs holding the lifeless body in place.

You hear a deep loud inhale. “Don’t you wanna know!?” Damon spits out, almost smiling. This sick fuck you thought.

Jax being relentless, pulls out the switch blade again.

“Wait, wait! God damn it!” Damon pleaded.

He continues, “I didn’t even have to ask... our whore got down on her knees for me. Without a single thought, like the good girl we both know she is.” He sneers at Jax.

Fuck. You watched Jax’s focus shift from his to yours.

“What the hell is he talking about?” Jax’s eyes narrowed on you, his jaw clenching. Before you can explain, Damon proceeds.

“She wasn’t even going to tell you Teller; she thought she was helping your club” he says, uttering the last word with tones of disgust. He could never understand what the club really meant to the SONS.

“She simply helped herself, slobbering all over this cock that she clearly missed so much” he laughs. Chibs strikes down across the back of his head.

Jax never breaks his gaze from you, listening to the words echo in the concrete room.

Damon uses what energy he has left to look up again.  

“And the kicker all together y/n” he mutters. You shudder at him saying your name. You see Damon shift his face towards you, trying to capture your eyes. You don’t dare look in his direction, staying locked in with Jax’s.

“I’ve been fired from the station... have been for a while now”

The words sink into you. You suddenly feel yourself shrink, the darkness in the room taking over your vision.

There was never a warrant issued. Never a squad waiting for a phone call on Pine Road. You can’t stop the tears building in your eyes.

“Fuck you Damon” You lightly sob, lips trembling, transferring your eyes to his.

“You got on your knees for him?”

Hearing Jaxs voice sent razors to your heart. You could hear the sadness drifting throughout the words yet hear the anger overriding them.

“You dumb bitch!” Damon screams, hysterically laughing. “Tell him! Tell him how you loved it when I fucked your mouth, how you squeezed your tight pussy around my cock. Fuck Teller, you should have seen it, her eyes rolled so far into the back of her head when she was cumming, it was so fuc-“

“Chibs move” Jax ordered. And in one swift movement, Jax reached for his Glock tucked into the back seams of his jeans.

You nearly fall over at the sound of an entire clip being unloaded into Damon’s chest.

“Oh, my g-god” your breathing ragged. Eyes wide at the sight of Damon’s body littered with holes, splayed on the ground, blood creeping towards his maker.

You all stand in silence, Jax staring at Damon’s body.

Chibs slowly makes his way over to calm down the president. You see Tig to your right, hands on his hips, head nodding at the circumstance of the situation.

“Had to happen” you hear Tig whisper to himself.

Frozen, you wait for the love of your life to say something. You analyze his stance, feeling the power that resides within him. You examine his back, lines of his perfectly carved body showing through the sweat of his shirt. You scan his shoes. His perfect white sneakers, that he always upkept. Yet tonight, they’re dipped in red from the puddle before him. Your body flinches involuntarily at his voice, eager to hear what he has to say, what he needs.

“Take her to the hospital Tig, I need to finish this up.” He speaks with an eerie calm. Never looking in your direction.

As you make your departure, with Tig guiding you, you listen to Jax strategize with Chibs, his plan to pin the murder of the outcast officer on Lobos. The last thing you hear, is his side blade being unsheathed as you can only imagine will be used to carve “LS” into Damon’s flesh.

  ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

 After a brief argument with Tig, he agreed to take you home rather than to the hospital. The helmet he gave you to wear was too big, as it was his own. However, it still allows you to comfortably press your cheek up against the cold of his cut. As you both ride in the night against the wind, your arms squeeze him tightly around his waist while drowning out the noise of the Harley.

Still in shock from everything that had happened, which seemed to happen so quickly, you replay the scenes in your head. You often came back to the moment Jax looked at you with complete disappointment, him knowing that you tried to handle a club issue on your own. Him realizing that you were planning on lying to him, that you broke the one rule he asked you to follow. Holding back tears, you hug Tig tighter.

“We’re here” Tig announces as the Harley dies down.

You both hop off the bike and make your way up the driveway in silence. As you open the front door, Tig makes himself comfortable in the kitchen, raiding the liquor cabinet.

“I need a fucking drink” He mumbles to himself.

“I’ll take some of that” you mutter as Tig takes a swig of your favorite gin.

  “Are you sure you want me to do the stiches?” He questions you. As your argument before the ride consisted of your refusal to be tended by the hospital, your solution was for Tig to fix you up.

“Yes, Tig” You respond sternly. “Nothing is broken, I just need a few stiches on my forehead and maybe my lip”. You reach to your face, feeling the texture of your bottom lip to see just how bad it is. It stings at the touch and its definitely split, but no longer bleeding.

The two of you get positioned at the kitchen table. You hand yourself over to him, who you trust with your whole heart. With your legs pressed together on the chair, Tig scoots his chair closer to you. His legs spread wide as you nest in between them to bring your face to his hands. Your first aid kit is splayed on the table, with many items out of place as Tig digs into it. He finds what he assumes is a good size suture and thread. With immense focus, he starts to prick at your wound to get the needle through your skin. You get lost in his bright blue eyes, feeling an overwhelming sense of appreciation for this man.

“Hey... Tig” You whisper.

“Mhm yeah?” He whispers back biting his bottom lip in concentration to your wound.

“Thanks... like, for everything tonight. Well not even just tonight, just in general. You’ve always been there for me so, yeah... thank you” you say sincerely.

“Don’t start crying on me babe” He snickers. You smile at the words.

“But yeah. You know it’s not just me, right? It’s the club too. We’ll always be here for you, well cause you know, you’re always there for us too”.  He says as he looks into your eyes, trying to figure out your thoughts. Sometimes Tig could see right through you. After joining the club, you and Tig just clicked. Whether it was the fact you both loved dogs, or being at brothels, or that he loved just how witty you could be. The two of you simply bonded over your short time knowing him.

Tig watches your face, reading your expressions as you look down, waiting for another prick in your flesh. He sighs.

“Listen, I know you’re worried about Jax and everything that happened tonight... but just give him some time, okay? Tonight, was A LOT” He speaks louder with his words before returning to aid you. Your lip starts to tremble.  

Yes, you were worried about Jax. He never really got mad at you, but it was more than anger tonight. He was hurt. You’ve never seen him this way, and you never saw him do his dirty work. It was always club business. Nothing an old lady should ever be a part of. You were unsure what to expect from him, and that made you uneasy.

“Ow” You wince at Tigs attempt to dig through your eyebrow. When he’s successful, he tightens the suture.  

“Hey, I told you to wait for Chibs to come. Tara taught him how to do this kind of stuff” he says defensively but with hints of apology.

You smirk.

“Its fine Tig, you’re doing great” you comfort him as you break away to take another swig of what’s left in the liquor bottle.

He takes the pair of scissors to cut the leftover thread sticking out of the knot he made.

“There, you’re all set” he says with a proud smile.

“You’re the bes- “you jolt mid-sentence as the front door opens.  

It’s Jax.

He strides in, his white shirt covered in red. With a quick glance around, he finds you both at the table.

He analyzes the two of you, his sight lingering on your stiches.

“Tig, you can take off” he says waiting at the open door. Tig gives you a peck on the forehead before shifting out of his chair to Jax.

“You all good?” Tig pats Jaxs shoulder before giving it a squeeze and a shake.

“Yeah man, I’m good. Chibs will let the others know about church tomorrow. I gotta fill them in on what happened tonight” he explains.

“Sounds good brother, I’ll see you at church” Tig says with a nod at Jax before leaving. Jax pats his back before closing the door.

You watch as he holds his position, hand on the doorknob, head down. You can see his jaw clenching, aware of the fact that he was thinking.

“Jax, I never expec- “You start but you’re quickly interrupted.

He slips both hands into his jean pockets, his stance making you feel small.

“I’m going to make a few phone calls, and then we’re going to sit down and have a talk” he tells you with his eyes softening as they lock into yours.  

You nod watching him make his way to the bathroom to wash his stained hands. To shake off the nerves, you start tidying up the kitchen, then the living room, then start the laundry.

After some time, listening to him moving around the house, you hear the front door open as he steps out with his cell. You imagine he’s calling his VP Opie to quickly fill him in.

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 “Sit down”. His voice surprises you as you turn to him from the dishes in the sink. He pulls out the kitchen chair, and slides into it. He’s changed into his clean pair of jeans and his Blue SAMCRO hoodie and black reaper crew hat. Your stomach flutters with butterflies.

He pulls the ashtray from the center of the table towards him, scraping it into the wood along the way and lights up a cigarette. He takes a few drags, watching you approach him, still in his cut, still smeared in blood. You sit yourself across from him, your throat suddenly dry.  

He stares at you in silence, his eyes slowly tracing over your wounds. You see the tears start to form in his eyes, his bottom lip trembling. He puts his half-smoked cigarette out before reaching across the table to grab your hands. A wave of relief washes over you as you desperately grip his. After a deep breath in, he lets out a heavy exhale.

“I’m so sorry for what happened babe” He whispers, shaking his head while holding your gaze. The tears start spilling out of his bloodshot, icy blue eyes.

“Fuck, are you okay? Are you sure you don’t want to go to the hospital?” He asks you with concern.

“Jax, I’m fine” You try to reassure him. To hold back the needs to be hugged and reassured, you try to be the old lady he deserves. You pull every fiber of your being into having the strength that Gemma taught you.

“Babe, you’re not. Look at you” He starts to cry, wiping away his tears.

“H-he hit you, he raped you, why, just why would you try and take care of a club threat on your own?” He stutters. “You should never be in harm’s way. You never try and take on the club’s burden” he says, his voice regaining stability.  

“Jax, how was I supposed to know it was an empty threat?” You try to explain yourself.

“y/n, even if that threat was real, you let him do what he needs to do, and you call me” he says as his voice gets lower, and words come out slower. His tears start to dry, his forehead forming wrinkles. He takes off his Reaper Crew hat and tosses it down the table. His fingers glide through his hair before he brings his focus back to you.

“But you never, ever get on your fucking knees for someone else again, do you understand me?” He growls, his stare piercing your very soul.

Deep down you smile at his words of jealousy. You love how protective he is. He has always been a leader, effortlessly commanding in nature. He is the picture of strength and order. His actions are always riddled with immense power.  

“I promise Jax” you say with a hint of submission, looking up at him through your eyelashes.

“You promise what?” He asks demanding an answer from you.

You feel the heat rising within you. You respond eagerly, needing to please him. As it’s your favorite thing to do.  

“I promise, I won’t get on my knees for anyone, but you.” You plead.

“For who?” he commands as he sits back, griping his beard.

“For you, daddy” you say with a small smile. Unable to conceal that you’re loving every bit of this.  

“That’s right” he responds his jaw clenching. His eyes shifting from anger to desire. It was so obvious how badly he wanted to claim you, to make sure you knew you were his. To mark his territory once again. You stand up, reading his expression and take his hand to kiss his SONS rings.

He watches you, eyes heavy with the passion you ignite inside him.

“Let’s go shower and wash off the history of tonight” he orders as he takes your hand and guides you to the bathroom.

He turns on the faucet, letting the hot water run. Steam starts to form in the little space between you two. With one motion, he peels off his blue SAMCRO hoodie and tosses it to the ground revealing his strong, muscular chest. His eyes getting lost in yours, he reaches out to your face and cups your cheeks, careless of the dried blood that resides there. You hopelessly gaze at him, getting lost in his eyes too. Jax brings his lips to yours, ever so gently, to ensure he doesn’t hurt your wound. You feed right into his kiss, allowing your lips to dance with his, ignoring the sting from your cut. He slides his tongue into yours, loving the animalistic reaction you give as you grab his neck to deepen the kiss. His hands move from your face to his neck. He pulls your small hands down and moves his to find your hips. Jaxs fingers then slide up your sides, underneath the heavy cut. He reaches your shoulders and shoves the leather off you, revealing your torn bustier. You shudder to his touch, already getting intoxicated off lust.

He grabs behind you, to untie the ribbons of your corset that pull the fabric together. As the pressure gets looser and looser, your nipples involuntarily harden, begging for his lips. The corset falls from your breasts, sliding over your skirt to the ground. Jax begins to kiss down your neck, knowing exactly what you’re anticipating. He absorbs the longing you have for him to grip and squeeze your breasts. To feel his breath as he kisses each nip. He takes his time, calculating just how bad you need it from the whimpers that escape your mouth.

Without warning, he slides down surpassing your chest to your skirt. His head against your torso, he pulls down your skirt slowly. The bridge of his nose brushes the inside of your bare thighs as he places your skirt on the ground. Your body tingling at every breath of his making contact to your skin. His fingers slide up to the string of your thong sitting on your hips.

“Up” He commands through a growl. You obey, lifting your leg up ever so slightly as he pulls your G string down.  His gaze never parting from your damp crotch. You swear you can hear him growling as his manhood stiffens in his pants just by staring at you. Inhaling your scent, He leans into your pussy, burying his face. He slowly pushes your thighs further apart with his hard grip. Allowing himself to cover his face in your dripping juice. Your breath hitches as he teases your folds, with a surprise lick in between his worship.

“Oh, fuck Jax” You purr as you grasp his hair. He slowly rises back up to meet your eyes, licking his lips.  

“Get in the shower” he orders. His musk taking over your senses, causing your blood to rush.

“Mmmhm okay” You respond, your eyes heavy with sin.

Without hesitation, Jax grabs your face, your cheeks in his hard grip. His eyes narrowing in yours, his scowl making a gradual appearance.

“Try that again” he rasps harshly, seething through his teeth, eyes burning.

“Yes… Daddy” the words slide out like silk, causing Jax to twitch at the sound.

He holds your face in his tight grip a few moments longer, his eyes exploring your naked body. Watching your wetness drip down the insides of your legs. He bites his bottom lip, then clenches his jaw once his eyes capture yours again. With a rough push of your chin, he points to the shower. His rings emphasizing the protruding veins in his hand.

You smirk as you make your way inside, goosebumps rising as the warm water falls onto you. You stare back at him like the goddess you are. You watch him slip off his baggy jeans and boxers simultaneously allowing his well-compensated manhood to spring out. You feel your body grow with excitement at the sight of his cock. Your pussy tightens at the absence you now feel within you. His movements sending shockwaves through your body.

He strides towards you, like a predator ready to devour his prey. With a click of the glass door closing, you’re now confined in the small shower with Jax, and you wouldn’t have it any other way. His hand strikes through the steam, gripping your throat. Your knee’s buckle at his aggression. You love this. Abruptly, he pulls you to his face, pausing at the little space between your lips. As if he’s inhaling the dizziness escaping from your arousal. You cave, closing the gap to meet him with yours. Sliding your tongue into his, the two of you dangerously consume each other, engulfed in wet heat. He moans as you tug on his bottom lip with your teeth, causing his senses to go into overdrive. Sharply, he slams you against the tile walls. You arch your hips towards him, and feel his hands explore your back, supporting you as you lean back exposing yourself to him. He licks one long stroke up your neck, instantly making you dig your nails into his back, dragging them downwards.  

“Fuck baby girl, you make me so hard” He groans as you claw him again. He leans down, hungrily cupping your breast, squeezing them in his hands causing you to roll your eyes back.

“Oh god Jax” you moan biting down your lip to hold back the sounds.

He sucks at your nipples, tugging at each one with his teeth. Making you buckle more.

“I want you Jax” you whimper. “I need you inside me’” you gasp as he slides his leg in between your thighs. He grabs the back of your head, gripping a ball of wet hair, forcing you to look at him through your seductive eyes.  

“Ride me” he growls in between his heavy breaths.

You succumb to his demands and slide your wet pussy up and down his thigh. Grinding into him as you feel the tingle intensify.

“Ohh daddy” you moan “This feels so good” your voice is music to his ears.

Jax controls your motions by the grip of your hips, pushing you down harder on him.

“Tell me you’re mine” He orders, eyes dark. You take your time to utter the words, to tease him.

He pushes you off his thigh as you near your orgasm. Robbed of all sensation, you cry at him.

“Fuck me Jax, claim me like you’re my daddy. You want me to only get on my knees for you, then make me” you say the words through gritted teeth, your pussy throbbing, begging for him to fill you.

His expression changed from grim to straight savage. His jaw clenched biting back his anger, nostril flared. With a glare that could slice you, you see a smirk start to form on his face.

“You asked for it” He whispers in his low, growly voice.

He shoves you, slamming you down on your knees. He grips his hard cock, and grabs your head, sliding himself into you, your mouth rapidly getting fuller with his length. Your eyes wide, nose flaring to breathe he starts to fuck your mouth.

“This what you wanted? Huh?” He asks you mockingly as you watch his expressions turn orgasmic.

“Guess you can’t fucking answer me?” He talks, looking down at you. You gag at his force but don’t resist.

He pulls you off by your hair, holding you in front of his cock. “Who’s your daddy?” He asks, his glare locking onto you.  

“You are, you’re my daddy” you say breathless, trying to get close to lick his cock.

He pulls your head further away, his head shaking. “You don’t get this until I say you can” He snarls.

Before you can answer, he slams himself back into you, groaning at your tongue. The way you swirl it around his shaft. He releases you to let you have the full wrath of his cock. You grab his base, hard in your fist and continue to lick the tip, the slit underneath the head causing him to throw his head back in pleasure. As you continue to rhythmically suck at his length, looking up at him with your doe eyes, he begins to start unfolding.

“Fuck y/n” He moans as you continue pumping him with your swollen lips. He slams his hands against the wall to brace himself as you’re still kneeled before him, treating him like the king he is.

“Ohh baby, I’m gunna cum... Ohh God” he groans “You’re so fucking beautiful darlin’” He pants, watching you as you keep working him.

“You’re mine, no one else’s…” He drifts off in a head of sensual dizziness “Ill fucking kill anyone who touches you baby, like I did tonight” He growls.

He looks down at you again sucking him, buried in his warmth, “You’re mine” he states through clenched teeth.

And just like that, you watch as his mouth becomes agape, zoning in on your stare as you make him blow his load into your mouth.

“Fuck y/n!” He twitches inside your mouth, filling you with his juices. Hands still on the wall as he catches his breath.

You stand up, whispering in his ear “My turn” while griping his cock, which jerks up at the touch.

He chuckles “Oh tsk tsk.. no baby” He smirks. You look at him with confusion riddled with growing annoyance.

“Sorry darlin’, but this is your punishment” he says slyly.  Your mouth drops open, eyes narrowed in on him.

“Think about this next time you decide to break my rule” He whispers as he softly kisses your puffy lips, pulling back to flash you his Jax Teller grin and a wink.

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Liar 2

Dick Grayson x Reader

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Summary: Former anti-hero Tig is now in prison, courtesy of one Dick Grayson (former best friend) and his family. Safe to say the two are not on great terms, and he has to deal with the fact the siblings he saw die are supposedly alive and now being taken care of by Dick’s family.

Notes: Reader is male, he/him pronouns are used! 2.2k words. Send an ask to be part of the Liar tag list.

He’s not at all surprised to see Dick Grayson on the other side of the plexiglass. There are very few people who would visit him. Well, that might be a bigger list now that his identity has been exposed. Hopefully they also covered that in their big plan to take him down.

He sits down on the chair with his arms crossed, eyes fixed on a point on the wall. “Hey, how are you?” He gives Dick a pointed look and a raised eyebrow. “Yeah. Can’t say I didn’t expect that.” He looks away again as Dick scans over him. There aren’t bruises or worrying marks. He’s not holding himself like he’s injured. “Look-”

“Are my siblings okay?”

Dick’s eyes soften. “Yeah. They’re in a foster house right now. They’re adjusting. Natalia is doing great in school, she’s a smart kid. So is West but he knows more about people. It’s kind of unnerving but that’s kids for you.” West was 5 last he saw him. It’s been six years now. Oh god, his little brother is 11 now. “And Kiva is a whirlwind.” He nods, holding back the tears. Yeah, that sounds like them.

It’s been six years. Six years. His siblings are 15, 11 and 9 now. So much has changed but it sounds like some things haven’t. He wants to see them so much but he’s not letting them anywhere near here. The important thing is that they’re safe, and somehow alive. He’s still having trouble believing that one honestly.

“Look, I’m sorry. I…” (Y/N) tunes him out. It can’t be too different than what he’s already said. It’s only when Dick is silent again does he glance at him. His eyes still shine, mouth slightly pulled down, eyebrows slightly curved upwards. His shoulders are still pulled up though. He’s upset and trying to hide it. “If I can somehow make it up to you…”

“Just look after my siblings, Grayson.” He uncrosses his arms and stands up, ready to leave.

-

Days later he sits in front of plexiglass again. Surprisingly Jason sits across from him now. He wonders if Tim is going to show up at some point.

“Sorry about them. They’re a hassle, I would know.” He snorts. “Honestly I had no issues with what you did. Not my people so not my problem. But you know how B is. I still think you’re really fucking cool. Loved that job you did back in March 2 years ago with the paint.” He snorts and turns his head trying to hide his smile. Of course Jason is complimenting him on his work now. “Your siblings are doing great by the way. They run circles around Dick sometimes, it’s great.” Jason pauses. “Sorry about him by the way. Guy feels like shit but that’s on him.”

It is absolutely on Dick. Ignoring that part he softly asks, “My siblings are alive?”

Jason softens too. “Yeah. They ran DNA tests, asked about you, they’re your siblings.” He nods. Jason wouldn’t lie to him, not about this.

“You’ve talked to them.”

“Yeah. Figured I would once I found out about them. Also for the record I only found out about them after you ended up here.” He probably would have told him beforehand otherwise. Or at least asked about it.

Now that he thinks about it… “Did you know? That everything was a lie?”

“Not really. I heard them talk about you but I didn’t know they were talking about you. And I was told not to get too close to you, which was weird but I was too busy to dig into it. Then I saw you more so it was harder to not want to dig into it. Was too late by the time I started.”

“Well, thanks for not throwing me in prison then.”

“Like I said, I don’t have any issues with what you did. I’m not a hardass.”

He raises an eyebrow. “Is it just gonna be you and Dick or do I have to prepare myself for Tim too?” He doubts Batman has time to come visit him. Or cares enough to.

Jason snorts at that. “I couldn’t tell you. I think you’re good for now.”

“Good to know.”

“Well, I gotta go. One of us has to go take down some asshole. See ya, (Y/N).”

“Bye, Jay.”

-

It’s been over 2 months since he’s got here when Dick says, “I brought you something.” He pulls out a small white rectangle, flipping it out around so (Y/N) can see. His breath gets caught in his throat. Either they found some really good lookalikes or they’re really alive. Looking at it there’s no way that’s not them. Dick had described them pretty well and here they are 6 years older.

He reaches out brushing his hands against the glass. They’re alive. They’re alive and he doesn’t know how. He swears they all died on the ground while he was being restrained, kicking and screaming. He had gotten his supposed revenge though. Those bastards were all dead before he turned 20.

He makes a choked sound before withdrawing. Dick doesn’t get to see him like this, not anymore.

“(Y/N).”

“Don’t.” His voice is still sharp.

“I can mail this in if you want.”

He’s quick to respond. “No. I don’t want it in here.”

“Okay.” He says softly. Somehow he gets the feeling Dick knows exactly what he means by that.

(Y/N) stands without another word, and heads to the door, the guard standing there escorts him out.

-

“You’re literally the reason their brother is in jail!” Jason harshly whispers. The hallway’s only source of light is the living room. A few rooms over are the kids, whom Dick was talking to not even 10 minutes ago.

“They don’t need to know that.” Dick’s guilt-twinged voice is much softer than Jason’s.

“You didn’t grow up the way I did, or the way they did. They know things, you don’t need to skirt around it. He thought they were dead for fucks sake!”

Dick doesn’t let Jason know that he had watched his siblings “die”. It wouldn’t help his case.

“If they actually knew what he did, which probably isn’t too different from what he did before, they probably wouldn’t mind.” Gotham is hard, it’s rough. They all knew this but none of them had lived in it like Jason had. Jason lived in the cold, unforgiving streets of Crime Alley, pickpocketing and stealing to survive. He had learned who was who and who was where on the smaller scale out of necessity. Sure the ones in costumes are bad, but the everyday people are exactly that. Everyday.

“And now you’re here, telling them about all the things you did with him until Batman got him and how sad it made you when you found out.” Dick bows his head.

He can recall it. West asked where (Y/N) was now. Dick had to tell him and the girls that their brother was very busy but they would be together as soon as they could but until then Dick and his family would help as much as they could. Then when he ended up in jail Kiva proclaimed that their big brother was a good guy, that he helped people, that he helped them and never liked the mean people so there was no way he was a bad guy. She demanded that Dick and Tim help get their big brother out of jail so that they can be together again.

“That’s not how it works, sweetie.” He told her. West then said he hated Gotham, while Natalia quietly murmured something to Kiva.

“I can’t tell you what to do but these are Gotham kids. These are (Y/N)’s siblings. Play nice if you want.” They probably need it honestly. “But you don’t need to skirt around what (Y/N) did or pretend like you two are still best friends.”

There’s a thick pause before Dick quietly confesses, “I think I’m in love with him.”

Jason makes a sound between a laugh and an exhale, either way the disbelief in it is clear. “Way to fucking go, Dick. God, I knew you were bad at relationships but this is a new low.”

“I know, I know.”

Jason sighs and rubs his face with a hand. “I’m going to help because there are kids involved and (Y/N) deserves better than this shit.” And because you’re my brother. You’re my big brother and I care about you.

Dick looks at him with what Jason calls his big-brother-look. This one is mixed with some sadness and gratefulness.

-

“I want to call them.” It’s not spoken like a question, but it still feels like he’s asking for some reason. “I don’t want them to come here but I want to be able to talk to them.”

Dick is mentally making arrangements for a landline phone at the house. “I can get you a number to call.” He looks at Dick, eyes just a tad wider with joy and hope. He’s been far less expressive since he’s gotten here, Dick’s noticed. He’s been like that since that day.

The look is quickly gone and so is his gaze on Dick. Overtaken by slightly scrunched features.

“I wouldn’t be able to adopt them.” Mostly he’s thinking out loud. “They’ll all be adults by the time I get out of here,” Realistically, he’ll be in here for a couple years and then maybe get out early for good behavior. With all the work that went into putting him in here he doubts Dick will or can help. Though they both know adult adoption is a thing, after all Dick went through that process with Bruce. “then I doubt they’ll let a newly released prisoner adopt 3 people.” He just wants to look after them. To know that if anything happens to them again, then he’ll be able to step in and take care of things without too much of a hassle. He’s already accepted that he most likely won’t get to witness any of the big moments, like school dances, graduates, scaring potential partners. The normal things they didn’t even really have before. “Do they have all their documents? I don’t even have all my documents.” Growing up in their part of Gotham made sure of that.

“They have all their documents, don’t worry about that. I’ll see what I can do about yours.” Dick assures him. There’s a “thank you” on the back of his tongue. It’s a heavy weight and he doesn’t quite like the taste of it.

It never leaves his mouth.

-

They’re doing it again. Dick stares at him while he stares at anywhere other than Dick. That’s usually how it goes. Sometimes when he’s in the mood to challenge Dick he stares right back at him with fire in his eyes. They do that and sit in silence. It happens all the time. It’s happening now.

“I miss the guy that would call my puns stupid but still laugh at them, the guy who would make fun of me while-”

“Yeah well, apparently the guy I knew was a lie anyways so guess we both lost someone.” Neither are aware of the slight heartbreak the other had from that night. (Y/N) didn’t know the heartache every time Dick went to Bruce or was sitting with (Y/N) and suddenly remembering he wasn’t actually supposed to be feeling these things. “If you miss me you have no one to blame but you and your family. You’re practically holding mine against me.” And to think that when they had died no one would be able to do that again.

“It wasn’t a complete lie. I liked you, I liked being with you, the Dick Grayson you knew is Dick Grayson.” Originally a more likable, airhead but somewhere along the way he just became comfortable and he was just him.

“Did I know Dick Grayson?”

“You still know.”

“I don’t know if I do.”

Dick’s heart breaks a bit more like it does with each visit.

-

“Ya know, I broke my best friend out of prison once.”

“I’ve heard.” Jason gives him a look. He just gives one right back. “No. If I wanted to leave by now I probably could have.” He’s not entirely sure. This isn’t his typical stint. “But I’m staying put for my siblings’ sake. If I broke out I would just be where I was before, maybe even worse. I can’t do that to them. I would need to find an actual job and a new place, a decent one that’s big enough for all of us.” A two bedroom, one bath place would be enough. “They need stability, they deserve to have someone who’s always going to be there for them.” He knows what it’s like to sometimes be somewhere and wonder if his friend was dead or severely injured. Now that multiplied by at least 5? That being your older brother? That being the person you depended on? Yeah, no way was he doing that to them.

Jason’s eyes hold something he can’t describe. “You’re a good person.” Yet here he is.

-

(Y/N) leans against the rough, gray wall. Cold plastic is pressed against his ear.

The phone rings, and it rings. It picks up.

“Hi.” He says with a careful joy.

There’s a gasp and a squeal. “(Y/N)!”

[abbatoirablaze]

Tig's Daughter, Chapter 1

Word Count:  2.1k

Tig’s POV

"I don't know what to do with her anymore," she sobbed over the phone, "that girl is an absolute demon. She drinks. She parties. She whores herself out to any man that looks at her. And it's all your fault."

"What?" I all but yelled at her through the line, "how is this my fault? You took Alex away the second you found some other dick to ride, Brenda! I wanted to keep my daughter here, but you said no."

"You weren't even allowed unsupervised visits with your first two daughters," she scoffed, "do you really think I was going to let you take care of her?"

"How in the hell is this all my fault then?" I asked, "I wasn't even allowed to see her! I haven't seen her since she was six."

"Well maybe if you and your stupid friends didn't give Dawn and Fawn your guns to look at it would be a different story," she wailed, "our baby would be a good girl. But instead, she's a whore, and a dropout just like her father!"

"That's a crock of bullshit and you know it, Brenda."

"You're taking her now though!" she exclaimed loudly, "you get to deal with the little tramp that she's become!"

Without anything further, my ex hung up her phone, leaving me empty on the other side of the call.  My heart raced as I thought about what we’d just argued over.  I would have Alex…my youngest daughter.  Yeah, I loved my daughters, but could I handle raising one of them?

I didn't even have a house. I just had my dorm room.  What about Charming?  She hadn't lived here since she was a little kid. Would she be able to readjust, or would it be too much for her?

What did she mean that she was a dropout?

"You okay, Tig?"  I turned around to see my president, Clay.

"I gotta talk to you about something, brother."

"Yeah," he agreed, sensing something was off with me, "everything alright with you, Tig?"

"You look a little pale," his old lady sighed, coming up and touching my face.  I brushed Gemma off and she gave me a concerned look, "is everything okay, sweetie?"

"Yeah, look Gem," I sighed before looking to my president, "Clay. We got an issue. My old lad-"

"Colleen?" Gemma asked, cutting me off, "oh god, is everything okay with Dawn and Fawn?"

"No.  No.  It’s not Dawn and Fawn or Colleen for that matter," I said, shaking my head, "the girls are good. It's Brenda."

"That nasty crow-eater!"

"Yeah, Gem," I sighed, “her…she just called me.”

Clay started laughing, "she finally getting on you about not paying child support?"

"No, I paid up more than enough to her," I said, shaking my head, "She said I have to take my youngest or she's kicking her out. Alex is only seventeen."

"Oh my god," Gemma gasped, "she can't kick that baby out. She lives in Oakland."

"How do you know where my old lady moved to?"

"I keep tabs on people," she shrugged as though it were no big deal, "plus, I send the kid a birthday gift from you every year."

"You do?"

"Well, someone had to let that kid know that she was loved," Gemma shrugged, "I only have Jax in my life. I wish JT gave me a baby girl."

"I coulda given you something," Clay chuckled deviously, “but you got that locked down tighter than Fort Knox.”

"Yeah…given me something with what," she scoffed, "all snipped nine inches."

"Listen," I laughed, very grossed out about hearing about Clay's dick, "I don't need to know some shit. I just wanted to know if I could bring Alex here. You know, at least until I get a place. I can't let Brenda throw the poor kid out."

"Of course, brother," Clay smiled, "she's your kid."

"I'll make sure we prep the extra room," Gemma smiled, "does she need anything? You know what, I've gotta run to the store for Jax anyways, I'll get her some toiletries."

Before I could say anything against it, she was out the door.

"Women," Clay laughed, “swear she’s looking for reasons to run and do shit.”

"You think it'll be alright here, Clay?"

"You sound nervous," he chuckled, "what makes you think she won't be safe here?"

"Just in Charming," I admitted, "I know shit can get kind of dangerous around here. Guess I just don't want her to be part of that. It's why I didn't fight Brenda very much with the custody. Just like I didn't fight Colleen."

"You didn't fight either of those bitches because you and Kozik were dumbasses that left your piece out around children," Clay chuckled, throwing an arm around my shoulder, "but you're a different man now, Tig. If those kids could see you, they would know that. And trust me when I say we'll keep your little girl safe."

"Thanks brother."

"Now you go call that crazy bitch back and tell her that you're picking up your daughter," he laughed, "I'll get you out of the protection run tonight and Gemma can ride up with you to help get some things that she can bring back."

"Thanks Clay."

I turned around and reached for my phone once more to call my exes number. She picked up on the second ring, "What in the hell do you want now, Alex?"

"I'll pick her up tomorrow."

She scoffed, and I could hear something going on in the background.

"Well tomorrow isn't good enough," she said very matter-of-fact, "I just told that little bitch to pack her shit, because she's out tonight."

"Tonight?"

"Yeah, tonight," she laughed, "I'm giving her an hour to pack, and then I'm throwing her shit out and I’m done with her.”

"She can't be that bad, Brenda," I sighed, running a hand through my hair, "come on. Just let her stay tonight, and I'll pick her up tomorrow. I gotta get shit ready for her."

"Well guess what Alex. I'm sick and tired of raising this little monster. She's every bit as much like you and I'm out of my mind trying to keep her in line. In an hour I'm kicking her out of the house, and she can find her own way to Charming.  She’s not my problem anymore.  She’s yours.  You can figure it out.”

"Shit," I growled, "Brenda, I can’t even get up there in an hour, let al-“

“Not.  My.  Problem.  Alex.”  

"Dad?"

I nodded at my little girl. It looked like the breath was caught in her throat as she stared at me, "hey pumpkin."

"Wh-what are you doing here?"

"Your mom."

"What did Brenda do now?" she asked sadly, "is she in jail again? Did CYS reach out to you?"

"She's letting you come live with me," I said simply, pulling out a cigarette and lighting up, "thought you knew.  She was on the phone with me earlier."

"No," she said, shaking her head, "I thought she was joking when I came home between shifts. It didn't even look like she was on the phone when I was leaving for work again. She really called you?"

"Yeah," I nodded, "told me that I had to take you tonight. After a few calls back and forth she finally told me that she was throwing your shit out and you were on your own."

"Stupid bitch. It's probably because of the new guy that's been living with us for a few weeks. He'd been eyeing me up lately and last week he tried hitting on me," she growled, "you know, I pay for that apartment...she hasn't had a real job in years. Before I started working under the table here, she would whore herself out to the closest guy."

"What you mean?" I almost yelled. A few people looked at me, and I lowered my voice, "you said a man's been living with you and your mother. That fucker didn't touch you, did he?"

"No," she said quickly, shaking her head, "but mom's treating me like I'm fucking him. That worn out cunt won't believe anything I say."

"Hey, that's your mother," I said simply, "regardless of how you feel about her, don't say that shit."

"Why not?" she asked, folding her arms, "do you know the kind of life I've had to live since she took me away from you?"

"No, bu-"

"Alexis," a voice called from the back, "order up! Table eighteen."

"I'll be back," she sighed. She grabbed a cup and saucer from under the counter and poured me a cup of coffee, then handed me a menu, "you're probably hungry. Pick something out. It's on me. I'm technically done once table eighteen is gone. We can eat dinner and talk."

"Any suggestions?"

"Stay away from the fish," she laughed, "it's turning."

I watched as she walked away from me and over to the food window. She picked up the plates and rushed over to a table of guys in their twenties. Fighting back every urge to beat the shit out of them when they flirted with her, I forced myself to look at the menu instead.

She ran between them and a few other people that were along the bar of the diner before coming back to me.

"What do you normally get?" I asked.

"You'll laugh," she smiled, "but I remember when I was little...when mom would leave on her benders you would make the best chocolate chip pancakes. They make them the exact same, I swear. After a day like today I usually get that."

I felt a small pang in my heart as my little girl told me that.  I was her comfort.  I was her safe space.  Her fond memory that she held onto was of me burning chocolate chip pancakes because that was the only thing I could make.

"Chocolate chip pancakes it is then," I smiled. She took my menu and put it into the pos. When she'd collected the bill from the table of jackasses and a few others the bell dinged, “damn it…”

"Go sit down," an older woman laughed, playfully elbowing my baby girl, "your food's up. Clock out."

"Edie, I'm fine," she laughed, “I can take this table for you.”

"No, no," she cooed, shooing her from behind the counter. I watched as Alex sat next to me and she put her apron on the bar next to her, "so, who's this gentleman you've been chatting up."

"Oh, uh, yeah," she sighed, "this is my dad."

"The father of our little Alexis?"

"Yeah," she smiled. She looked at me and it felt like her eyes were glowing. Like I was some amazing figure to her, "I haven't seen him in forever.”

"Well, I feel honored to finally meet you, Mr. Trager," the old woman smiled, "finally getting to meet the person our amazing little one was named after."

"That's me." I smiled, throwing my arm around my daughter as I was unable to hold back my enthusiasm.

"You know I've heard so much about you," she laughed, "Alexis has told me so many stories about when she was growing up."

"Nothing bad I hope."

"No," she laughed, "she said that you work as a mechanic and that you love motorcycles. She's told me about her childhood dog, Missy, and her older sisters. I'm so glad that she has someone positive in her life other than that wretched woman."

"Is she talking about your mom?"

"Mom," the woman laughed, "more like pimp. That woman comes in here every Friday acting like she was the one that worked. She tries to get everyone to give her Alexis' pay checks."

"Edie."

"No," she sighed, "I'm glad someone's finally here to be in your corner. Maybe your father can set your mother straight."

"That's the last thing I wanted to talk to you about," my daughter sighed, sliding her apron across the table, "my dad is here because my mom kicked me out after my first shift. He drove up from Southern Cali because I'm going back with him...I uh-I guess this was my last shift."

"Oh sweetie," the woman cooed, “oh lord.”

She shot around the counter and spun Alex around, wrapping her in a big hug, I swore I could have heard the two of them holding back a few sniffles.

"You better call me once a week," the woman sighed, "I want to know you're doing okay."

"I will Edie."

"And you," she said, turning to me, "you better make sure this baby gets to be a little girl. Her mother robbed her of that."

"she will ma'am," I sighed, putting a hand on my daughter's shoulder as I saw the little girl my daughter really was instead of the picture my ex had painted.  My heart ached for her, "don’t worry ma’am, she will." 

Chapter 2

[girlwiththereapertattoo]

begin again - part four

Jax Teller x female!Reader

Summary: After the return of her abusive ex-boyfriend, the reader plots her escape

Word count: 2,9k words

Warnings: bad language, alludes to the death of a minor character, physical & verbal abuse & kinda angsty

Author's note: Enjoy the fourth installment and all feedback is welcome! :)

If you’re in an abusive relationship or you suspect that someone you know is being abused, speak up and reach out to the correct people!

Beta read by @crucifixedbitch

PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE

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You examine your face in the mirror, pleased with the job you’ve done to conceal the marks left by B/N. Last night was brutal and you would do anything to erase it from your memory. To never have it happen again.

“Toots!” A loud pounding sounds on the bathroom door, “Come on, sweetheart, we’ve got to go.”

“Yeah, I’m sorry. I-I’ll be there in a second.” Moving quickly, you pack your makeup back into your cosmetic bag. “I just need to grab my bag.”

“Five minutes, okay?” he sounds irritated with you. “We’ll wait outside.”

With a shaking hand, you zip the bag closed and leave the bathroom for the bedroom. Your handbag is on the bed but your phone’s not on its usual spot at your bedside table and you just know B/N has something to do with its disappearance. And you know that it’ll be a while before you see it again. You’re so upset, it brings tears to your eyes but there’s no time for them. He’s waiting for you and being late will lead to trouble.

S/N and B/N are on the small patch of grass outside the house, kicking around a ball.

“You gotta kick the ball to me, okay kid? You gotta kick it hard.”

S/N scurries towards the ball and kicks it so hard, it zooms between B/N’s open legs and bounces off of the fence. They both cheer from excitement, and S/N runs straight into B/N’s open arms.

“That was amazing, buddy!”

You clap your hands, drawing their attention to you.

“Did you see that, Mommy?”

“I did, ace, and it was so good.” You walk over to join them on the grass, “Hey, sweet boy.”

You haven’t seen your son all morning. You lift him off the ground and hug him to your chest, it feels good to hold him so close to you, and for the second time in the last five minutes, you feel you might cry. The three of you make your way over to B/N’s rental SUV parked on the small driveway.

“Mommy, are you feeling cold?”

You briefly glance over to B/N who’s prepping the baby car seat. “A little. Mommy’s not feeling too well.”

“Do you need chicken soup?”

You chuckle and press a kiss to his forehead, “Will you help me make it when we get back?”

He pinky promises you to. You hand him over to B/N who buckles him into the car seat. It’s not his intention, but you can’t help but feel humiliated by S/N’s question. A turtleneck and jeans in the dead of the summer in Charming, California? That’s sure to raise suspicions.

“Baby, do you not think I should stay behind?”

B/N turns in his seat, brows furrowed in confusion. “Why?”

Pointing at your turtle neck, you explain, “It’s going to draw attention. It’s summer and I’m dressed for winter.”

“And you care what these people think of you?”

Yes, a lot. It’s your fucking hometown, of course, you care! You want to scream at him, claw at his face, but you’re weak. Pathetic. You can’t even muster the courage to get away from him.

“Sweetheart, no one’s going to be looking at you. Trust me.”

Ouch.

“Don’t ruin this outing by being so self-obsessed.” He starts the car’s engine and backs out of the driveway, “Do you want to listen to some music, buddy?”

Today’s your last day in Charming, B/N’s orders. Later on today, you’ll embark on a five-day road trip back to North Carolina. The idea of being trapped in the car with B/N has you regretting every decision you have made in your life that has led you to this point. Forty fucking hours? The car just isn’t big enough and no amount of eagerness from S/N can change your mind.

“When we get back, I need to see Mabel.”

Mabel’s a friendly neighbor who lives down the street from your mother’s. She moved to Charming a few months before your escape to Charlotte, and since your return, she has been a great help.

“Who’s Mabel?”

“She lives down the road.”

“Why do you need to see her?”

To use her phone to call Jax. “I want to give all my mother’s old furniture to charity. She offered to help me organize it.” It’s a believable lie, “It shouldn’t take more than ten minutes.”

After a dragged-out silence, he murmurs a soft ‘okay’ and warns you not to do anything stupid. “I might not be able to stop myself this time around.”

The chilling part is that it’s not an empty threat. You look back at S/N who’s softly singing along to ‘Old MacDonald Had A Farm’, gazing out the car window. Leaving Charming was a decision you made for his sake, to protect him from his father’s world. To give him a shot at a normal childhood, to raise him away from gangs and violence. Instead, you found yourself in the clutches of a wicked man who will one day kill you.

“Mommy, will we see Abel before we leave?”

“No,” B/N responds before you can.

God, you fucking hate him. Your feelings towards him are violent, and you’ve got to come out of the car before you act recklessly.

“Stop the car.” You unbuckle your seatbelt prompting the seatbelt alarm to go off. “Stop the car, B/N, now!”

He pulls into the empty parking space in front of a bridal shop. You frantically open the car door and stumble out of the vehicle, gasping for air. So glad to have distance from the devil you call your boyfriend.

“Toots, what’s wrong?”

You take a step away from him, needing the space. “I need to breathe, B/N.”

That upsets him. “What are you trying to do? Huh? Get in the fucking car so I can drive to the grocery store.”

You pace around in a circle on the sidewalk, contemplating your next move. You can’t run off, B/N could easily catch you and S/N’s still in the car. You can’t leave him, even though you know B/N would never harm him. He loves him too much. Think, think, think! You have a moment of clarity when you look across the street and see who you believe to be Bobby Munson sitting at an ice cream shop. What are the odds?

“Ice cream and candy!” You spin to look at B/N who’s shooting daggers at you. “I want ice cream and we need candy for the road trip, don’t we?”

“What are you doing, Y/N?”

You walk back to the car to open S/N’s door and start unbuckling him from his car seat. “D’you want ice cream, ace?”

His face lights up. “Ice cream! Ice cream!” he chants.

“Alright. Come on.” You shut the car door, S/N clutched tightly in your arms, “It’s just a small pit stop. Do you want any?”

B/N looks furious but there isn’t much he can do to you out in the open. He’s starting towards you when his work phone starts ringing. He has to take the call and so he tells you to go ahead, he’ll meet you inside the shop. You flash him a smile and make your way to Scoops & Sweets. Now that you’re closer, you’re certain it’s Bobby, and he’s standing behind the counter with his arm in a sling, drinking beer.

“Bobby?”

“Y/N?” His stony expression morphs into a smile, “Hi, sweetheart.”

“Hi, Bobby.” For the first time in the last 12 hours, you feel safe. “I thought it was you.”

“Who’s the kid?”

“This is S/N,” you look proudly at your son. “Say hello to Bobby, ace?”

Bashful, he waves awkwardly at Bobby before concealing his face in the crook of your neck. You casually look over your shoulder to check if B/N’s still on his call before you turn back to Bobby.

“Bobby, is there a phone I can use? I want to call Jax, there’s something I want to tell him, and my phone’s broken.”

He looks out the window to B/N who’s pacing next to the rental. “Why didn’t you ask your friend to use his phone?”

“He doesn’t like to share.”

Bobby looks back at you. “Jax’s upstairs. Come, I’ll take you up to him. Bring the kid.”

Bobby calls for Chuckie who emerges from what you assume to be the staff break room. When you last saw Chuckie, he had fingers.

“What happened to your fingers?”

“Chinese cut them off,” he holds up his prosthetic hands. “These were a gift from Gemma.”

You regret asking. Bobby orders him to keep watch of the shop and starts leading you towards the flight of stairs.

“Uh Chuckie, a man will come in here looking for me. Could you tell him I went into the bathroom?”

Chuckie nods and you continue on your way with Bobby.

“Is this the new clubhouse?”

“Somethin’ like that.” Bobby leads you and S/N down a short hallway and stops in front of a closed door. He knocks once before he opens it, “Visitor for Jax Teller.”

The men in the room, consisting of Jax, Chibs, Tig, Happy, and Juice, all turn to the door. From their expressions, you’d swear they’ve just seen a ghost. You might as well be a ghost.

Jax raises off his chair and crosses the space to join you at the door. “Is everything okay?”

“Hi, boys. I’m sorry for interrupting your meeting,” suddenly, coming to Jax seems like a bad idea. But B/N. You put S/N on the ground. “I just wanted to see you before we leave this afternoon.”

Jax scowls.

“We’re headed back home to North Carolina. Driving.” You throw your arms around your ex, wincing at the discomfort you feel at the contact. “I’m so glad I could see you again.”

He returns your hug, holding you flush against him and you don’t care that you’re in pain. You’re vaguely aware of the fact that the bottom hem of your sweater’s risen, probably exposing the bruises on your lower back. There’s a pang of pain in your heart when he releases you. The tears blur your vision. God, you hate that you’re so emotional today.

“How are you getting home?”

“B/N arrived last night, he’s waiting for us downstairs.” Probably impatient and suspicious. “We should probably get going.”

Downstairs, B/N’s at the counter listening to Chuckie recount the time he had his fingers cut off by Lin’s men. S/N leaps out of your arms and runs over to B/N.

“Here’s your candy.” Chuckie slides two bags of candy to you, “Don’t worry about paying, it’s on the house.”

You smile at him. “Thank you.”

B/N snatches the candy from the counter and the three of you make your way out of the shop. It’s a short trip to the grocery store and luckily for you, there aren’t a lot of people buying groceries whilst you’re there. The tension from earlier has subsided, and the ride back to your mother’s house is a sing-along with S/N leading you. You’re helping B/N unload the bag of groceries from the car when you spot a familiar van at the end of your street.

“When will you go to Mabel’s?”

“After lunch,” you start unpacking the groceries, “I’m sure you boys are hungry.”

“Starving.” He leans over to press a kiss to the side of your head, “I’ll have a beer with my lunch.”

He leaves you in the kitchen to join S/N who’s building Lego in the living room. You’ve just finished laying all the lunch ingredients on the counter when you hear the thunderous roar of a motorcycle outside your house. Shortly after, a knock sounds.

“I’ll get it,” you call from the kitchen.

Unfortunately, B/N beats you to the door. He angrily signals for you to go back into the kitchen.

“Do as you’re fucking told,” he warns through gritted teeth. “Go back to the kitchen.”

You open your mouth to protest but he marches over to you, grabbing your arm harshly, and drags you through the kitchen to the laundry nook.

“You’re hurting me!” you complain, struggling in his firm grip.

The sound of the back of his hand connecting with your cheek bounces off the walls of the small space. You forcefully shove him away from you and try to escape but he hooks a strong arm around your waist and hauls you back into the nook.

“Let go of me!” you claw at his arms and the pain causes him to release you.

“You little bitch!”

He lunges towards you but you’re quicker than him. You grab the first item in your reach which happens to be an iron and whack him on the head with enough force to make him cry out from the pain. You dash past him and run to open the front door at the same time Jax is about to shoot at the door.

His scowl deepens at your disheveled appearance. “Where is he?”

“In the laundry nook. I hit him on the head but he’s still conscious.”

“Where is the kid?”

S/N! You run into the living room, your eyes frantically searching around the space for your little boy. His Legos are strewn on the floor but there’s no sight of him. “S/N?”

“Mommy!”

He’s behind the couch. You find him curled up, his eyes closed and his hands covering his ears.

“My baby.” You scoop him in your arms and carry him towards the front door. “Jax?”

He calls back from the kitchen and tells you to go outside. “Rat’s got the van out front.”

“But Jax–”

“Go!”

You rush out of the house, S/N cradled in your arms. You’ve just stepped onto the patch of grass when you hear grunts coming from the house. Ratboy meets you at the gate and takes S/N from your shaking hands to carry to the van. He helps you into the vehicle before he climbs into the driver’s seat.

“Where are you taking us?”

“Gemma’s.”

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S/N and Abel are asleep in Jax’s old bedroom and you’re sitting at Gemma’s dining table staring blankly into space. If you had been told a week ago that you’d be seeking asylum at Gemma Teller’s home, you wouldn’t have believed it. You replay the last twenty-four hours in your head, you’re somewhat in disbelief of all that’s happened.

Gemma places a gentle hand on your shoulder, drawing you back to reality. “Here you go sweetheart,” she places a steaming mug of herbal tea in front of you, “it should help calm your nerves.”

“Thank you.” You place both of your shaking hands on the mug, watching as Gemma takes her place across the table from you. “Have you heard anything from Jax?”

“No,” she reaches for the box of cigarettes on the table. “I’m sure he’s fine.”

You nod, your eyes dropping to the mug. “Did he… did he tell you why he had Ratboy bring me here?”

“Psycho boyfriend,” she takes a pull from the lit cigarette. “I’m sorry you had to go through that.”

The shame brings fresh tears springing to your eyes. It makes it worse to know that this time around, S/N was awake to hear it all. You feel like you’ve failed him, exposed him to the very thing you vowed to protect him from when you left Charming all those years ago.

“What do I tell S/N?”

“Nothing,” she stubs out the cigarette in the ashtray. “You shouldn’t worry yourself with that right now. You should try get some sleep, you can worry about that tomorrow morning.”

“I don’t think I’ll be getting much sleep tonight.” You take a small sip of the hot tea and sigh, “This is all my fault.”

“Sweetheart, no.”

“It is and now I’ve gone and gotten Jax involved in this mess.” The frustration is eating at you, “I just–”

You’re cut off by the kitchen door opening. Jax’s back. Thank the heavens! Gemma rushes over to greet him with a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

“Are you okay, baby?”

“I’m fine, Mom.”

Joining you at the table, Jax pulls you into him and tenderly strokes your back. All your fears and concerns are alleviated once you’re in his arms.

“Did he hurt you?”

He chuckles and presses a gentle kiss to your forehead. “You shouldn’t be worrying yourself with that.”

“I can’t help it,” you laugh through your tears.

“You should get some rest.”

“All my stuff is back at my mom’s.” The thought of returning to the scene of last night’s brutality has you shuddering. You pull away from Jax and roughly dry your tears. “I don’t… I can’t–”

Jax pulls you back into him, holding you tighter than before, and gently rocks you. “He’ll never hurt you again.”

Guilt. You feel a tremendous amount of guilt. Is he dead? Possibly, and your guilt deepens when you recognize a small part of you overjoyed by the possibility. He deserves it. How could you even think that? No one deserves to die — not even B/N.

“How are you going to get rid of the body?”

He doesn’t respond to your question, instead, he tells you that he’ll get Rat to bring yours and S/N’s bags to Gemma’s.

“Jax, don’t leave,” you plead, the surge of panic hits you like a freight train and has you fisting the hem of his shirt. “Stay.”

He presses a kiss to your covered shoulder. “I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere,” he assures you.

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PART FIVE

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Here Without You

Chibs Telford x Reader

Chibs hates these long runs, he hated being away from you for so long, not only he missed you immensely but there was always that worry that something bad would happen whilst he was away.

“A hundred days have made me older since the last time that I saw her pretty face.” He said with a slight slur.

“God I don’t think I’ve ever seen you pine over anyone” Tig laughed slapping his chest.

“Well when you find the right person like I have these runs kills me” Chibs sighed pulling his phone out of his pocket a smiled playing on his lips when he saw you sent him a picture. Deciding it was best not to open it until he got back to the motel room. “Do you need me tomorrow Jackie boy?”

“You thinking of riding home tonight?” Jax nodded.

“Yeah if I’m not needed” Chibs said lighting a cigarette. “I need to get home, I’m driving myself crazy”

“Go home man” Jax smiled.

Just them three words sobered him up, pushing his chair back he soon left his brothers and headed back to his room at the motel.

Opening the message, his eyes pretty much popped out his skull, seeing the picture of you just wearing one of his shirts, he knew heading home early was the best decision. Even though he would be riding through the night.

Sent message to: My Lassie

I’m here without you baby. But you’re still on my lonely mind xxx

Soon enough the was on the rode, the miles rolled by, the road blurred into one as he sped through the streets. Only a couple more hours and he would be home, and you’d be back in his arms.

As he pulled into a gas station to get a much needed coffee, he dialled your number.

“Hey dahling, I know it’s late but I just needed to hear your voice” he smiled leaning against the wall as he took a drag on his cigarette.

“I miss you Filip” you mumbled, obviously he just woke you as sleep was very much evident in your voice.

“I know lass, I miss you so much” he whispered “Everything I know, and anywhere I go, It gets hard but it won’t take away my love. And when the last one falls, when its all said and done. It gets hard but it won’t take away my love. And that is a promise my love”

“How long till you are home?” You yawned.

“Still got a couple of days here, I’m sorry love” he sighed trying to hide the smile “go back to sleep and I will ring you in the morning. I love you lass”

“I love you to”

As soon as the line went dead he climbed back on his bike to ride the final few hours home.

Quietly he shut the front door behind him, kicking his boots off his feet. He was home.

Hearing the disturbance from downstairs you reached under Filip’s pillow, wrapping your fingers round his gun, clambering out of bed you slowly made your way to the top of the stairs as the figure made their way up.

“Fucking hell lass” Chibs breathed as he saw you standing there with a gun pointed at his head “not the welcome home I expected”

“Your home” you breathed lowering their gun, still not believing your eyes. “But I thought?”

“I headed back early, I wasn’t needed” he whispered wrapping his arms around you “I know it’s like what 2am but tonight, it’s only you and me.”