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[karlkronic]

Cruel Intentions

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[cannakini]

Cannakini Redhead Gen 1 Six by Weed Fashionista

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[snipefr]

was thinking about the terminology of skins earlier and it made me think of this one gk merch i found once that was literally a t-shirt of shiraishi's skin and i want that now on a dragon.....

[katzenmas]

I CRAVE A PART THREE OF CREEP TATTOO ARTIST READER PLEASEEEE

(IF NOT THATS FINE I REALLY WANNA BE MOOTS THOUGH)

LILYY HELLO I WAS LITERALLY JUSY READING YOUR FIC AJSHNSHDHA I'M SCREAMING!!! MDNI: Smut, pervert!reader, dub-con, afab reader, ghoap x reader, johnny is also a pervert i can not help myself, sub simon Two days after Simon's tattoo was done and he changed his second skin he found himself unable to fall asleep. His mind was preoccupied with the tattoo artist. He tried to get himself to believe that he did not like her lingering touches in places where her hands should not have been, but he wasn't a man that was too keen on lying, even to himself.

So that's how he found himself entering the shop again the next evening. He saw you, tattooing a man's upper thigh. his eyes darted to your left hand that was casually gripping the blue eyed man's bulge through his boxers and the shit eating grin on his face told Simon that he was quite enjoying the touch.

your eyes snapped up to him and a smile broke out on your face. your foot left the paddle and the tattoo gun stopped whirring in your hand.

"Johnny, I'd like you to meet mister stiffy, otherwise known as the newbie that decided to get a full sleeve" the man-johnny let out an amused laugh and raked his eyes over simon, something glinting in the icy blues.

"What can I help you with?" The smile on your lips looked sweet, but your hungry eyes made Simon feel as if he was being watched by a predator, his cock twitching at the thought in his pants.

"Need some more second skin" he grumbled out, hoping the excuse was believable enough. you nodded your head over to a built-in cabinet in the wall and Simon got the clue.

"It should be right next to the cherry flavored lube" Johnny called out and Simon thought he was joking, until he opened the cabinet and was greeted by what seemed like a small sex shop right next to the second skin he needed.

it had everything. There were different kinds of lubes, condoms, handcuffs, edible underwear and a leather muzzle. it looked so out of place that it rendered simon motionless as he studied the muzzle with curious eyes. his fingers brushed against the leather straps as he tried to imagine what you used this for, who you used it on.

" Does that interest you?" Simon's breath hitched. you were behind him, your chin almost touching his shoulder as you leaned down over his crouched form and looked at the muzzle. Simon looked back at you, his eyes burning as they momentarily darted down to look at your lips.

that seemed to be your undoing. you slotted your lips over his and simon closed his eyes. you tasted sweet as you moved your mouth over his, your hands clutched at his shoulders and you moved simon closer towards you.

A cough got Simon to pull away. He looked over to the chair where Johnny was sitting, waiting for you to return and finish his tattoo. Instead of annoyance, Simon found the man's gaze to be burning with hunger.

"ya gonna finish this or are ye givin' me a show so i cannae forget 'bout the pain?'' Johnny's scottish accent paired with your hands on his body had Simon aching in his jeans, the pressure bordering on painful so he shifted. your gaze fell back on him and you cupped simon through his pants.

"want to be a good boy for us?" The speed with which Simon nodded his head was almost embarrassing. you could've asked him to assassinate the queen and he'd do it if it meant your hands were still palming his cock.

you smiled and clutched at simon's shirt as you led him over to the chairs. your lips found his again as you sat down on one of the chairs and brought his head down to continue the kiss, deft fingers tugging on his short strands as your tongue did wicked things to him.

Simon tried to grind against your core, feel something so he could relieve the pressure on his cock but you tutted and broke the kiss. faux disappointment shone in your eyes as you pushed down on his shoulders and got him to kneel in front of you, face to face with your spread thighs.

"stupid puppy, you have to be good for us and then you can get your reward." you chided and slowly slid your pants off, leaving in your gray panties that had a wet spot at the front. Simon felt his mouth water.

" go on puppy, we’re waitin’ " johnny was behind simon, leaving kisses on the side of his neck.

Simon kissed you through your underwear first, then he hooked his fingers through the flimsy garment and ripped. Before you could chew him out over the ruined pair of panties his nose was buried in your cunt. Tongue wildly lapping at your folds, teeth nibbling at your swollen clit. The soft sounds that left your mouth were egging him on, made him slip one finger into your tight cunt while he sucked on your clit.

With a cry you arched your back off the chair and gushed all over Simon, but he was not letting up. He cleaned you up through the aftershocks of your orgasm, each shudder and whine going straight to his weeping cock. Through the haze of it all he looked up at you with his honey brown eyes and bit down on your thigh, hard.

Only to get yanked away by his neck the second his teeth make contact with your soft skin. Johnny’s hand was rough and unforgiving on Simon, the fury in his icy eyes made Simon shiver.

“ Mutts like you don’t get tae bite what’s mine” Johnny seethed and suddenly there was a wight over Simon's face and leather was biting into his skin. Johnny fucking muzzled him.

“Ya ken yer goin’ tae get away with that? Stupid untrained mutt, cannae even eat pussy without bitin’ “ Johnny’s hands were as fast as his words as he undid Simon’s jeans and pulled his weeping cock out, the red sticky wetness gathering on his swollen red tip made the scot laugh.

“Like a bitch in heat” You said from your place up on the chair as you watched Simon with a cruel smile. - I'M SORRY I SWEAR THEY WILL FUCK IF I DO WRITE A PART 4 I JUST HAVE NO IDEA HOW I WANT THEM TO DO IT 😭

[squiddy-god]

Task force T4T

Jhonny "soap" McTavish

Ok so apparently this needs to be a series (: anyway some people are really weird about trans!Soap and really fetishize it. So I would like to re-state that I AM A TRANS MAN. Also if you fetishize trans!Soap or any other trans people you are weird and I wish you the worst <3 also this is meant for trans men specifically, I don't care who interacts but keep in mind this is for trans men. I will probably make a x transfem version! 

Tw : dysphoria, nsfw under cut, tooth rotting fluff, transphobia, t4t, mlm, trans soap x trans masc reader, periods, pre bottom surgery implied, period sex. 

God gives the fattest tits to his most trans masc of soldiers 

Soap has recently gotten top surgery and he loves it 

His scars aren't very noticeable but he really doesn't care, he's just glad to have them gone. 

Soap still wears his binders sometimes tho they don't really bind any more for him it's more to feel connected to that part of himself

Soap isn't concerned about passing as Cis, he's very proud that he's trans 

Has a Scottish🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿 flag over his right peck and has a slightly smaller trans flag over his ribs on the left side 

It's on his ribs so he has a excuse to show off his abbs smh

A lot like ghost there are so many ways that you could meet but I'll give you a few that I really like

One is the basics, he saw you at the bar across the way, drinking or not, your hanging out with friends having a grand time and soap is just smitten

He's confident and he'll be damned if he lets such a handsome man pass him by. So he walks up and asks to buy you a drink, “can a buy ye’ a drink” you assumed that the handsome Scott was asking one of your friends till he looked right at you, beaming blue eyes locked in and laser focused “cannae let a braw man like yer’self get away” 

Johnny comes on strong and playful, just enough to make you laugh and let him buy you a pint while he sweet talks you. 

He honestly hadn't noticed your pride pin but once he does he's all smiley and pulling up his shirt to show his tattoo 

Alright number two is your his neighbor! He's not home super often but he's always really nice when he is home, and he won't like he has a bit of a puppy crush on you, talk a bunch about his handsome neighbor. Well one day he's on medical leave for a while, almost blew himself up on a mission and has a bit of nerve damage that needs to heal up. You saw him come home early in the morning when you're leaving for work and decided to do something nice! Made him some bloody good cookies 

The second he opened his door you see you, his good looking neighbor with a batch of cookies in hand he thought he'd died and gone to heaven. 

Meanwhile he was in his binder and a pair of shorts

 You knock on the door, a bit on the nervous side considering this would be the first real time you've talked to your neighbor outside of a few polite conversations checking the mail. Yet here you are with fresh cookies in your plastic tupperware container. True be told it didn't take Johnny long to Answer, undoing the latch and opening the door wide to be met with you, the guy he'd been (not so) subtly pinning after. Johnny was casual, mohawk cropped a bit lower than normal since he'd only just gotten back, and his chest covered by an ever so slightly loose fitting binder. It was plain black, coming just down his ribs almost like a crop top and showing off the hair of his stomach just below his navel. 

Soap is a hairy guy, the T really does wonders for his hair, he's also been on T for a while 

Has never liked needles and prefers to use gel or patches if he can help it. 

He also eats a diet with a lot of trace testosterone in it and that helps 

Thighs like a fur carpet smh 

He owns a few binders, a plain black one, a black tank top binder that looks more like a compression shirt, and of course, his favorite Scottish flag binder. He also has custom binders that match the tartans of the kilts he has. 

Absolutely has gotten into a bar fight with a transphobe and it will absolutely happen again. 

All of his sisters were definitely his biggest supporters growing up. 

“What're yer pronouns so I ken how to cuss ye out” type behavior 

The two of you have matching silly binders with fun patterns on them 

Soap is an irregular period haver, that shit has a schedule no man could figure out. He tries to track it, but it just happens whenever it wants and feels like it. 

Has had two periods in a month. 

Luckily they tend to be short. Unluckily they are heavy. Not really painful but just heavy. 

Gets super exhausted during his period. 

Military grade pain killers hit different 

Loves hand rubs because he has a bit of nerve damage after being a demolition expert for so long

He also has a significant amount of hearing loss on his left side so he always turns right when you're talking so he can hear better. 

Works out at the gym because he doesn't give a flying fuck. Definitely likes to be at home to work out tho because he can do pushups where your under him and he gets a lil kiss when he comes down. Sit ups get kisses too<3 

Had a transphobic bully in highschool and basically dedicated his free time to the gym. By the end of the second year he absolutely clocked the guy.

No one messed with him since. 

Soap who loves to draw you, has a notebook basically dedicated to you and every single way he could draw you (wink wonk)

Likes when you ruffle his mohawk 

Likes it more when it's after you squeeze his arms

He's a show off 💪:3💪

Soap deals with his dysphoria pretty well for the most part, although when he is dysphoric he works out a lot- and he seeks out your comfort. 

Those silly pairs of boxers make him less dysphoric, they make him feel more like the teenage boy he never really saw himself as. Has a pair that say choking hazard and he wiggles his eye brows every time he puts them on 

Literally one of the best hype men when your dysphoric he talks you up with the same energy of a frat boy psyching up his best pall

Gets oddly possessive when you wear his boxers (please do he loves it) like yeah that's right, that his man 

Nsfw//

Going off of the boxers thing it also makes his really horny 

Soap gets hard pretty easy tho, and the more comfortable he is with you the higher his sex drive. 

Absolutely worships you, especially when you're dysphoric, he loves nothing more than haveing you ride his thigh while he calls you his handsome man, his good boy. 

Soap loves to fuck you, soap “always strapped up” mactavish 

But he also likes period sex, he's kinda nasty, likes when it's messy regardless but period sex is extra messy. 

Absolutely finger blasts you till the towel looks like a war zone 💀 

Really likes to be fucked on his period too, he Letts you have a bit more control then normal but don't be fooled he's a power bottom at best. 

Likes to put his finger in your mouth and really loves when you bite em a little 

Soap dose not care about hair, he is pretty hairy himself although he is well groomed, but he honestly doesn't care. 

Will absolutely man handle you regardless of size, soap is a big man and he trains hard for those 💪💪

Really goes wild with the dirty talk

“Cannae even take my fingers? How'er ye supposed to take mah cock ey?”

The accent definitely gets thicker the more horny he gets 

Loves when you give his T-dick head because he also is shoving his fingers down your throat for the effect™

[shotmrmiller]

okay so i've had an idea, and my destiny 2/cayde-6 brain worms are too strong so i'm never personally going to write this BUT. had a thought. about civilian specialist!reader, an ethical hacker that works with agencies of all sorts to nab cyber criminals, with a specialty in trafficking. SO, the idea is that she's been working in a little hacker pod of primarily women and LGBT folks. basically has formed a queer little social bubble where there is nary a cis-man in sight.

enter the 141.

they're after some guy that's difficult to pin down. too tech savvy for their usual intel gathering techniques. so, reader gets called in. referred. price is told, "top of their field, a true professional, won't find anyone better." so, when a tattooed, green haired girl with an attitude and a mouth for back sassing shows up, he's flummoxed.

but soap, dear johnny boy, is smitten. head over fucking heels puppy boy love.

she passes all the tests, proves to be every bit of the professional while on a job that was promised. so she gets added, temporarily, to the team. has to be on site with 'em too, something about needing direct access to a closed network, who knows none of them really understand what she's saying anyway.

so they're on the job, out in the field, and reader has been trapped in testosterone soaked HELL for weeks now. it's getting to her. the belches, Ghost's crass jokes, the Horrible Feet Smell. the bulldoze ahead without consideration attitude of self assured, confident men that haven't really been told 'no' enough in their lives.

and johnny, poor johnny, overhears her say to gaz (cause lets be honest, he's the only one of them that'd have a skin care routine and regularly moisturize so she's bonded with him the most), "i can feel this experience actively turning me into a lesbian" after watching price flick a still lit cigar into the dirt and hock up a smokers lung loogie to finish it off. johnny panics.

from then on he is Desperately trying to get the lads to clean up their act because "no. no, no, no, she cannae be a lesbian i havenae asked her out yet." (─‿‿─)♡

i'm gonna keep it a stack , i think i've seen some like hacker girl who's got a whip for a tongue and attitude for days on here somewhere, alTHOUGH i think she pulled in price, i can't really remember.

she was all tatted up too i think?

it's out there, i just know it.

johnny nagging behind the guys like please god stop being disgusting i need her number is killing me though

[tennessoui]

for the prompt

“You always this quiet?”

for KUWKS? ♥️♥️♥️ love you

hello !! and welcome to the return of KUWSK! this is more of a teasing 1k because i think i'm going to try and put this ficlet as an expanded chapter up on ao3 soon! this takes place a few weeks after chapter 9, the ficlet where they get engaged

(1k)

(Early December, Five Years, a Few Months, and a Few Weeks after the Skywalkers Move In)

There is a very loud bang, followed by a very loud crash. Anakin stirs awake with a grumble, comforted only by the fact that he can hear his fiancé do the same on the other side of the bed.

“Your turn,” he mutters, turning over onto his side.

“S not,” Obi-Wan replies, and the mattress shifts slightly as he turns over himself—conveniently taking half the covers back and winding them around his own body as if it’s not late December and fucking frigid. “Yours.”

Anakin swats at him ineffectively, barely grazing his back. His eyes slit open to read the blurry digital number of the alarm clock on his nightstand. It’s five in the morning. “Get up,” he mumbles, reaching back again to push at his fiancé. “Investigate.”

“I cannae find my glasses,” the asshole says, even though Anakin knows he hasn’t even tried to look for them. “‘M blind without them, you know that.”

There’s another loud sound. Something has definitely fallen. It’s December 17th, much too early for Santa. “What if it’s your father arriving early for Christmas?” Anakin asks, rubbing his face against his pillow. “You know if I have to talk with your father before at least three cups of coffee, it’s going to end in tears.”

“Don’t care,” Obi-Wan murmurs, shifting more. He’s probably curling into a nice little ball of sleepy warmth right now, the fucker. “Go make nice with your father in law.”

“Not married yet,” Anakin reminds him. “‘S your turn to make nice with him.”

“Mm,” his fiancé says, which could mean anything. “But what if it’s a home intruder?”

“Your house,” Anakin points out, trying to steal back some of the covers. He’s starting to shiver. “‘Sides you have all those scary looking tattoos. Intimidating.”

“Mm,” his favorite bastard says. “But you fucked me so well last night that I couldn’t possibly walk, let alone defend the castle.” The word castle is split in two by a yawn. “Wouldn’t be very intimidating to a burglar if I can’t walk without a limp, he’d laugh me out of house and home.”

Anakin kicks at him, but the older man doesn’t even acknowledge his act of almost-marital abuse. He’s quite sure they’re both fully awake at this point, which makes him want to push Obi-Wan out of bed because it’s his fucking turn and it’s very cold and he’s stolen all the blankets.

As if somehow sensing exactly how close Anakin is to unspeakable violence, Obi-Wan rolls over and ghosts a hand down his back before allowing his fingers to simply rest against his spine. “Anakin love,” Obi-Wan mumbles, inching forward until he’s pressed against Anakin’s back. “Won’t you go make sure no one has broken into our house or hurt our children? I would, but you’ve rendered me so terribly incapable of walking after we made love last night.”

Anakin is going to marry an absolute dick. He pushes himself up into a sitting position and glares over his shoulder at his asshole of a fiancé. “That’s not always going to work, you know,” Anakin says waspishly as he forces himself to swing his legs off the mattress, glaring over his shoulder.

Obi-Wan’s eyes are closed as he stretches out more into the warmth of the bed, a sleepy, self-satisfied smile curling the edges of his lips.

“See if I let you bottom next time,” Anakin mutters as he pulls on a pair of joggers over his briefs. No need to give either a potential burglar or Qui-Gon Jinn an accidental eye full.

“Mm,” Obi-Wan says, rolling into Anakin’s warm spot like a goddamn cat that got the fucking cream. “I look forward to it.”

Anakin grumbles and keeps grumbling, especially when he hits his shin on his bedside table trying to find his shoes.

Obi-Wan shushes him and turns over.

“I’m going to murder you if the burglar doesn’t get to it first,” Anakin hisses in a low voice. 

Obi-Wan begins to snore.

Of all the assholes in the world, Anakin had to go and fall in love with the smarmiest, which is really just his luck.

But he is in love with him, so he tries to be quiet as he exits the bedroom and crosses the long hall from the master bedroom to the living room. 

There’s light spilling out from the kitchen into the dining room, casting flickering shadows on the back of the couch.

Two very, very familiar voices echo through the empty space now that the bedroom door isn’t blocking the noise. Anakin pinches the bridge of his nose and counts to ten. He’d almost have preferred Obi-Wan’s father. At least he can yell at Qui-Gon Jinn without feeling bad.

He rounds the couch and walks through the empty dining room, suddenly incredibly grateful he’d put on joggers.

In the artificial light of the kitchen mixed with the pre-dawn light, his children are fighting over a metal bowl filled almost to the brim with some sort of sticky, white, amorphous blob monster in early stages of propagation. 

“Give it,” Leia snaps, fingers curling into the mixture itself. “You’re too short!”

“You’re just as short!” Luke snarls back, face red and covered with flour. “Stop it!”

“You stop it!”

“No! It was my idea!”

“No, it wasn’t!”

“Yes it was!”

The metal mixing bowl clangs against the wooden cabinet as the twins swing it around. 

Anakin leans against the doorway of the kitchen and observes his little angels in their natural habitat.

“Luke! Let go!” Leia cries, and Luke shouts back, wordless with rage.

“So,” Anakin says in his sternest voice, even as he remains leant against the doorway, ankles crossed. At the sound of his voice, both little faces whip towards him, expressions frozen in guilty terror. A bit of sarcasm slips into his tone, though he’s sure it goes over his nine year olds’ heads. He cocks his eyebrow just like Obi-Wan does. “You always this quiet?” 

[gotham-ruaidh]

Could you do some sort of ficlet for Modern Glasgow of Jamie and Claire interacting with her fellow med students and him claiming her in front of them or vice versa.

Modern Glasgow AU: Chronological order || Publication Order [AO3]

(set about 1.25 years after Jamie and Claire's wedding, early in her first semester of medical school)

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A gust of wind pushed across the courtyard, and Jamie turned up the collar of his jacket.

"It's a bit nippy for September. Hope this doesnae bode ill for the winter."

"It's overcast," Claire remarked beside him, stepping carefully around the puddles left from last night's rain. "And we're in Scotland. The weather can take a turn at any moment."

Jamie huffed. "Reminds me that I need to fix the insulation around the window in our bedroom. Cannae have my wife freezing."

She readjusted her satchel (a gift from Jamie) on her shoulder, and squeezed his hand. "Well, as long as we continue to use our bed in the way we do, I wouldn't worry about that."

He flushed, and she smiled. He coughed.

"Remind me again when you'll be done wi' the study group?"

"Our lab session is until noon, and we'll probably grab lunch afterward at that cafe I told you about. You're welcome to join us."

They had arrived at the grand old university building where Claire now spent the majority of her waking hours. Students burdened by backpacks streamed in and out of the revolving door, earbuds blasting music, faces a mix of exhaustion and exhiliration.

Jamie turned to face Claire. "Text me when you're on your way. Rupert wants to go over the Christmas printing schedule wi' me...and ye ken that could take minutes or hours." With his free hand he brushed a stray curl behind her ear, smiling as he glimpsed the earrings she wore - the small diamond studs his father had given his mother, and which Jenny in turn had given to Claire last Christmas.

She smiled at him. "Show me," she said quietly.

He drew back his hand, so that she saw the C tattooed at the base of his thumb.

"And you," he whispered.

She reached up to caress his chin with her thumb, then pulled back - showing him the J tattooed there.

He swallowed. "I love you."

"I love you," she smiled, and he leaned down to kiss her long and sweet.

Finally she pulled away and smiled again. "I'll see you later."

He smiled back. "I cannae wait."

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It had been an intense session in the anatomy lab that morning, but Claire's partner Jeanne was (fortunately) just as focused and determined as she was. Despite only knowing each other for a few weeks, since the beginning of term - already they had settled into a good working rhythm. Jeanne too had previous medical experience - she had worked as a paramedic in Paris for a year or so, and after a particularly traumatic incident decided to shift gears and train as a doctor.

It was through Jeanne that Claire had met the rest of the study group. There was Millie, a fresh university graduate from Edinburgh who lived down the hall from Jeanne in the university's student housing. And Peggy, Millie's roommate from Belfast, who had taken a gap year working at a clinic Nigeria before university. And Doug, who always wore a sweater from his native Shetland Islands, and Bruno, who never said much but clearly knew his facts. Millie and Peggy had met Doug and Bruno at a first-year student event, and immediately offered to form a study group. Claire - and, she suspected, Jeanne - wasn't quite sure if it was just a ploy to hook them as boyfriends.

But she was happy to get to know several other students - especially those with very different backgrounds from her own - and have them as her "team". They were fun, they were focused, and they certainly made her feel at home.

It was now their post-lab or post-lecture routine to grab a quick coffee or lunch (depending on the time of day) at the quiet but vibrant cafe right off campus. Despite its proximity to the university, the cafe was frequented more by neighborhood regulars than students - and never minded the group of six sitting in the back booth for several hours on end, mulling over the day's lessons.

Claire had texted Jamie when they'd locked up their lab drawers and headed out for the cafe. He'd quickly replied - Still at the printshop, don't wait for me, i love you mnd - and she'd tucked away her phone for the short walk across campus, chatting with Jeanne and Doug, with Millie and Peggy and Bruno following close behind.

Halfway to the cafe, Jeanne's mother called - and she hung back a bit, Claire only able to pick up a few words here and there amid the rapid-fire French.

"I'm concerned with the pace of all these lectures," Doug said to Claire.

She shrugged. "I'm not. I don't have a frame of reference to know if it's too fast or slow."

"I've asked around and been told that our lecturer is new this year. Maybe he's trying to push us all a bit hard."

"I wouldn't know. Besides, I don't mind if it's a bit accelerated. I quit my job for this - I'm all in."

"That's right," Doug said, quickly glancing over his shoulder to see Bruno and Peggy and Millie laughing hysterically. "You were a nurse, if I remember correctly."

Claire nodded. "At an A&E here in Glasgow, mostly."

"You must have some fascinating stories."

"I do. But more than anything, having that experience taught me to trust my instincts."

They paused at a crosswalk, waiting for the signal to change.

Doug turned to look at her - his eyes strangely intense. "Is that right, Claire?"

She raised her eyebrows skeptically. "I don't know what you're insinuating. But I'm warning you, don't go any further."

The other four members of the group were still a few steps behind. Doug's eyes remained intense on Claire's.

"You know exactly what I mean, Claire. I can give you whatever you want. And things you could never dream of. Trust your instinct on this."

Claire gaped, fire burning in her heart. But just as she replied -

"Claire!" Millie and Peggy sprang up behind her. "Bruno just told us the most wonderful joke. Bruno, can you repeat it!"

Claire pasted on a smile. Her left hand formed a fist in her pocket, thumb tracing her wedding ring.

"Sure. Tell me?"

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Claire hadn't the appetite for food, but a hot Earl Grey did cheer her somewhat.

When they arrived at the cafe, she'd deliberately sat as far away from Doug as possible. Normally she sat on the inside of the booth, but today she sat on the edge, almost as if she wanted to make a break for the door.

She listened idly to Peggy and Millie chattering with Bruno and Doug, knowing that Jeanne picked up on her silence but wisely did not ask.

Just as she finished her tea, Jamie strode through the door, glancing around the cafe.

How her heart soared when he saw her and smiled.

Not caring about the conversation in the booth, immediately she stood. And then he was there, squeezing her hands. And then she pulled him down for a deep kiss.

He pulled away, quirking an eyebrow - he'd ask her later.

She turned to the group. Narrowed her eyes at Doug - who showed no emotion.

"Everyone - this is Jamie. My husband."

Jamie nodded. "Good to see you again, Jeanne. Hi everybody."

"This is Millie and Peggy."

"Hiii," they gaped.

"And Bruno."

Bruno stood to shake Jamie's hand. "A pleasure," he smiled.

"And Doug."

Doug nodded a cool hello.

"Quite the Fair Isle knit you've got there," Jamie remarked in his thickest brogue. "I'd think that you Shetlanders would consider this weather to be quite balmy."

"Perhaps my blood has thinned a bit from living with all you Southerns," Doug retorted coolly.

Claire squeezed Jamie's hand, and dug her thumbnail in the flesh at the base of his thumb. Their silent signal indicating: I need you desperately.

Jamie dragged a chair to sit at the end of the booth, still gripping Claire's hand. "How was the lab?" His thumb swiped the underside of her wrist - another silent signal indicating, I understand.

For about fifteen minutes Jamie remained, chatting with his wife and her classmates, learning more about them and their aspirations. He never let go of Claire's hand beneath the table - their fingers twining and re-twining in a silent promise of what was to come.

Finally when Bruno stood up to leave, and the group broke up - Jeanne gave Claire a quick hug goodbye, and Claire didn't even acknowledge Doug as he turned back to the university.

Two minutes later she and Jamie were in their car.

"I'm going to drive us home, and you're going to tell me what's going on, Claire."

"I will, but you must promise to not do anything."

He turned on the car and looked at her. "I'm not going to hurt anyone, if that's what you're insinuating. But if you want me to defend your honor - "

"Doug propositioned me," she said baldly.

He pursed his lips. "I see. Show me, Claire."

She reached out her hand, palm up, the letter J bold and dark against the pale skin of her hand.

He kissed it.

"I'm going to ask Jeanne to remove him from the study group."

Her thumb traced the seam of his lips.

"He said he could give me whatever I wanted. And things I could never dream of."

He parted his lips, and took in her thumb.

"He can never understand that it's only you who does that for me. Who could do that for me."

He sucked gently, eyes burning.

"My heart hurts with love for you, Jamie."

He bit gently on her knuckle. Offered his thumb - with her C tattooed at the base - for her to kiss. She did, and bit softly.

He released her thumb with a soft, wet pop. "It is the greatest honor of my life, Claire, to be that person for you. For you know it's the same for me, aye?"

She nodded.

He smiled. "I love you. Let's go home."

Her hand squeezed his thigh the whole way.

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Chibs Telford x OC Brianne O'Connor

Warnings: blood, injury

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Chapter Two

Brianne almost passed out during the ride once. Chibs had felt her hands slip from around his waist and her body slump against his back. He had to make a quick stop or she would have fallen from his bike. It wasn't easy dealing with Tig and his temper and Bobby had to make the Sergeant at Arms come to his senses about the situation they were in while Chibs attempted to bring Brianne back to hers. Once her eyes snapped back open, they were back on the road. The clubhouse was quiet when they arrived, but the lights were on. Most of the guys had gone home. Jax was probably with Wendy and Clay and Gemma were back at their place. Which only left the freshly patched Juice in the clubhouse on his own.

That boy worked too hard to prove himself even after he got his patches, Chibs thought. But he was good at heart and loyal to the MC, so Chibs was honestly glad he managed to survive a year of their torture and get patched in. Bobby rushed through the Clubhouse door as soon as he parked his bike, muttering something about collecting some stuff they may need to patch Brianne's wound up. Tig was still cranky as he helped Chibs get the ginger off his bike and once again the two men carried her together towards the Clubhouse. Juice was running around, making space when they got inside, probably at Bobby's order even if he was as confused as ever.

The Puerto Rican's eyes widened in surprise when he saw the ginger barely holding herself up, hell Chibs and Tig were holding her up from falling. Ever since she almost passed out she had been feeling slightly in a daze. She was a tough person, but she couldn't deny the pain. „Bring her over here,“ Bobby entered from the back of the Clubhouse, carrying a First Aid kit and some alcohol. He gestured towards the cleared-out pool table in the middle of the room. Tig and Chibs wasted no time and swiftly, and carefully as they could, carried her over to the table and set her down lying.

Brianne winced as her leg was moved, the pain brought her out of the trance she was in. For a moment she began to panic when she realized she was in an unfamiliar place, surrounded by a bunch of men. But then Chibs stood in her peripheral vision and his voice had calmed her down. She could hear him telling her about where she was and what was happening but she was sure she won't be remembering anything in the morning. The third man, the one she didn't know the name of yet, had said something about ripping her jeans just around the wound so she doesn't have to take them off completely. "He seems nice.' She thought. There was a fourth guy with a very short mohawk and Brianne was sure she saw some tattoos on his scalp. „Should we call Clay?“ The fourth mystery man asked.

„So he can hang all four of us by our balls?“ Tig strangely sounded offended at the question the fourth guy made. „No, we'll deal with this on our own.“

„Better call him now.“ The third guy from the bar spoke. „He's going to find out about this tomorrow. If not by hearing about the shit that went down at the bar from Rosen, then he'll see our lovely damsel in distress.“

„She is not staying here Bobby. Patch her up and Scotty will take her back home.“

'So his name is Bobby.' Noted. Brianne thought. She was still in and out of it, more in than out now. She had to come to her senses before Tiggy decides to kick her out before they help her. She knew treating this wound would by herself would be next to impossible now that she was almost too far gone. She needed them.

„Tig, we cannae leave her on her own.“ Chibs replied, briefly looking up from the knife lodged in Brianne's thigh. „She helped us back there.“ She was more aware of her surroundings and the men around her. She saw Tig roll his eyes but said nothing more as he took out his phone and walked away. Probably to call this Clay guy.

„How are you feeling, darling?“ Bobby had noticed she was conscious at this point. His eyes snapped in his direction and she could see that he was looking back at her with soft, worried eyes. 'He definitely seems nice. I would trust him with my drink at a bar.' Brianne thought once again.

She thought for a moment before sighing. „Like I got stabbed.“ She said as a matter of factly. Bobby cracked the smallest of smiles and looked over at Chibs.

„Your lovely ginger seems alright.“ Chibs said nothing at Bobby's words, instead, he looked down at her. With the scars on his face, he looked like he was smiling permanently, especially now in Brianne's dazed state. But she really liked his actual smile. Oh boy, did he have an amazing smile. And he had dimples too! Brianne's mother had dimples and she adored them, seeing them again after so many years, the ginger couldn't help but think about her mother again.

But she didn't linger in her memories for too long because the Clubhouse door flew open and two men walked inside. One had the same physique as Bobby and short, gray hair with a gray beard. The other one had blond, long hair. Longer than Tigs, but his was falling straight down to his shoulders. Both of them wore the same leather with different patches which Brianne couldn't quite read from this distance and under this light.

„What the hell is this?“ The gray-haired one questioned, taking off his glasses. He looked over Brianne and she didn't miss the look of displeasure that crossed his features. The blond guy was looking at her too, but his eyes remained focused on the knife lodged in her thigh. She felt self-conscious right now, wanting nothing more than to crawl into a hole and not come out until they were gone. But she was only thankful they weren't looking at her in a creepy way. She would have been running through the door, as fast as she could with a wounded leg, in an instant.

Chibs sighed. His hands were still pressing a rag to her wound and stopping further bleeding. „Some Latinos came at us at the bar. Ginger over here helped save our lives. Got a knife in the leg for it.“

„What? Mayans?“ The blond's eyes snapped up at Chibs, who shrugged. His eyebrows were furrowed in confusion. He glanced at the gray-haired man before looking back at Brianne. „We'll fix you right up, okay?“ Brianne only nodded shortly before looking up at the ceiling.

In the next thirty or so minutes, maybe it was less, she wasn't sure; Brianne learned that the mohawk guy was called Juice, gray hair was Clay and the blond was Jax or Jackie Boy – as she heard Chibs call him. Bobby, with the help of Chibs, swiftly pulled the knife out of her thigh – resulting in immense pain which had Brianne screaming out. Jax quickly got ahold of her shoulders since she had moved which caused even more pain and seriously was unhelpful to the two men. Once Jackie made sure she wasn't going to move anymore, he nodded at Chibs and Bobby. The two of them cleaned te wound and Bobby made some stitches, closing it up. They still needed to put some gauze and bandage over it but she'd have to take off her jeans for that and they knew how uncomfortable that would be for her. So Chibs helped her to one of the back rooms of the Clubhouse. They left the murmur of the others, the last thing she heard was Clay calling for a meeting after Chibs is back.

He slowly put her down on the bed in the room, she winced at the movement which caused some pain. Chibs walked into a small bathroom at one end of the room and came back with a towel. „Here, cover yerself with this,“ She took the towel for him, silently nodding. „I will be right outside. Call when ye'r ready.“ With that Chibs left the room. She didn't hear his footsteps going down the hallway so she knew he was waiting for her.

Brianne didn't want to keep him waiting, so she undid her belt and, with a lot of effort, worked on taking down her jeans. She winced at the crimson color that coated the fabric and a huge hole in them where the knife went through and Bobby had to cut to get to the wound. These were now useless, that's for sure. With a sigh, she put them aside and covered herself with the towel the best she could. Then she looked at the door. „Aye! Scotsman!“ She called out. A moment later, Chibs reentered the room and approached her.

He got down on his knees and began putting clean gauze on the wound, then covered it with a bandage, wrapping it around her thigh tightly but not too much to hurt. He did that in silence, she just watched him. He looked so focused on what he was doing and quite flustered with the fact that she was almost half naked in front of him. But he was being respectful at least. She could see that he was trying not to touch her bare thigh much, only when he needed to. She wanted to chuckle at that. Big bad biker, scared to touch some wounded girl. Maybe he wasn't that bad after all. „There. All done.“ He said and began getting up. Before he could do that, Brianne grabbed his wrist softly.

Chibs slowly looked up at her and she felt her heart flutter in her chest. She brought her other hand to his face and traced the line of the scar on his left cheek. She felt him stiffen under her touch, and for a second she feared that she may have hurt him. Then she remembered that these scars were long healed. But maybe she didn't hurt him by touching these scars, maybe it was the mental, emotional scars that still hurt. „How did ye get them?“

Chibs sighed, looking down and moving away from her touch. When he got up to his feet he looked down at her. „That's a story for another time, darlin'.“

„Sorry. I didn't mean to-„ She began but Chibs cut her off.

„That's alright. Yer just curious.“ He smiled and she couldn't help but stare at him. His smile captivated her. She didn't know why, but she could get used to seeing it more often. He seemed so nice even though he didn't know her. They all did. Chibs and Bobby didn't have to help her but they did. Tig was skeptical, she understands, she would be the same. Overall, everyone here was good to her and they'd known her for two hours tops. Then again, she had helped them too and she didn't know them. But they did look like they were struggling back there. „Get some rest now. We gonna check the wound in the mornin' again.“ Chibs nodded towards the bed and looked at her one more time before turning on his heel and walking out. Brianne sighed and made an effort to put her jeans somewhere to the side then get in bed. She was tired so she was going to sleep tonight for sure. If she was, to be honest, she feels way safest here than at her empty apartment. She guessed it was the fact that they already helped her once so even if something comes up, they wouldn't just give her away like that, right? Or was she just paranoid for no reason?

[cannakini]

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[ecstarry]

Hiii<3 Canna & bugleherb please🥰

Hiii <333

Canna / Do you have any tattoos?

I only have one! The first letter of my grandma’s nickname.

Bugleherb / How would you spend your last day on Earth?

Ooh I have no idea, probably with family and friends, eating pasta and listening to my favorite songs 🤍

[katsigian]

𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕂𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕄𝕖

Tagged by @devilbrakers thank you! I'm also going to tag some people but only if you'd like to and there's no pressure to share if you'd rather not @rindemption @noirapocalypto @uldwynsovs @aartyom @nuclearstorms @reaperkiller @halsin @noonfaerie @aelyosos @swanfey @bunfey @spicyraeman @breezypunk @elvenbeard @miss--river @kharonion @jaymber @f001onthehill @hydrasshole @pinkydude @a-pirate @saevus-brutalis @st-rx @sammysilverdyne also I'm sorry if anyone has already done this, feel free to ignore!

1. are you named after anyone? 

A character from a book but I cannae remember which now.

2. when was the last time you cried?

About a week ago. Got overwhelmed and had to have a sob about it.

3. do you have kids? 

None at all and I intend to keep it that way.

4. do you use sarcasm a lot? 

No, never, not once in my life before.

5. what sports do you play/have you played? 

Softball, volleyball, track and field. I do kinda miss them sometimes, especially softball.

6. what's the first thing you notice about other people? 

How they make me feel. My gut intuition is the first thing I pay attention to and if someone makes me feel weird, I walk the other direction.

7. eye color? 

Light-ish brown.

8. scary movies or happy endings? 

I'm not a big fan of horror movies, I can really only handle ghost ones because the gore in most just squick me out 😅 so I'll say happy endings.

9. any special talents? 

I function really well in high stress situations??? Is that a special talent

10. where were you born? 

Western Canada, cowboy country.

11. what are your hobbies? 

Creating art in many different forms; writing, virtual photography, drawing, painting, digital art, tattoo design. Plus video games, hiking, camping, etc etc.

12. do you have any pets? 

Three whole cats.

13. how tall are you? 

5'11"/180cm

14. fave subject in school? 

Art and English.

15. dream job? 

I do not dream of labour ghehdhs I would say it's any job that allows me the time to enjoy my life still and also the money to buy a coffee everyday/to buy gifts for my loved ones whenever I feel like it. I just want a job that lets me live.

[nigmos]

Blazing stars, canna

hey!! thx ☺️

Blazing Stars: What are you afraid of? Is there a reason why?: I’m most scared of being a burden to others and not being able to take care of myself or navigate the world on my own two feet. I think it’s just a general fear and not trusting my own abilities!!

Canna: Do you have tattoos?: noo!! but I really love them!! tattoo art can be really gorgeous!! maybe in the future !!

[once-was-muses]

GET TO KNOW THE MUN.

what’s your phone wallpaper : lockscreen is the second Phil here (he judges my notifications), homescreen is this Herm

last song you listened to : I got that nuclear autism and have music on 24/7 so this is kind of a trick question, but what's playing RIGHT NOW is Hey Baby by The Cactus Blossoms, before that was Still Feeling Blue by Gram Parsons (spoofy says western and country today apparently)

currently reading : I am an awful library worker and cannae remember wtf I read last orz

last movie : either School of Rock or the Invisible Man (1933)

last show : does. a 3 second glimpse of someone else watching Breaking Bad count? I don't watch much tv

what are you wearing right now : Fabric™️

how tall are you? : 5'8" or 9", idfk

piercings / tattoos? : piercings; two on both earlobes, right conch, right upper helix, left eyebrow. tattoo: the accordion and martini glass from the Frank's Wild Years album cover

glasses? contacts? : I wear blue light glasses to work/while doing projects on my computer, but I'm the only person in my family that doesn't need prescription glasses lmao

last thing you ate? : gouda cheese ovo

favorite color(s): blues, purples, yellows, and black

current obsession : Debbie Daylight 😔 (I was infected oops)

any pets : four cats, equally bastardly but in their own ways. Mulligan, Miss Lady, Bacon, and Albert.

do you have a crush right now? : cackles in grey aro òvó

favorite fictional character : BESIDES THE ONES ALREADY HERE,,,,,,, Count Orlok (Nosferatu), Dr. Jack Griffin (the novel/1933 film version, fuck you A.lan M.oore), Nyarlathotep (Cthulhu mythos), Rouge the Bat (Sawnick 😔), Espio the Chameleon, Miles "Tails" Prower, Raul Tejada (Fallout: New Vegas), Selina Kyle (Batman) and more!

last place you traveled : home? I went home after work last night?

Tagged by stolen from: @malevxxlence

Tagging: steal it. perpetuate the cycle. ovo

[brieberry716]

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[sunshine-luca]

X The fire crackled merrily in the fireplace, throwing heat and a warm glow over where Luca lay sprawled on the piled up cushions and thick heavy blankets of the makeshift nest they’d made in front of it. Luca had never expected to enjoy fucking on a stone floor quite so much but as he leaned back and admired the pearlescent ropes of cum pooling in the dip of his belly button, he couldn’t deny the way the solid ground had allowed them to play with angles that just didn’t hit deep enough on a mattress.

He grinned to himself, remembering all the lewd acts that have given him such a messy treasure as he trailed a finger through it and watched the way it glistened in the firelight.

“There’s so much,” he said as Ryan moved about the shadows of the room, just out of sight in the places the fire’s glow didn’t reach. “Is it yours or mine?”

Ryan moved back into the light with something in his hand that Luca couldn’t see. His gaze was mostly caught on the older man’s heavy cock swinging between his thick, tattooed thighs anyway. Ryan’s back was scratched up from Luca’s blunt nails and there were patches of deep rose all over his neck and chest where Luca had gone at him like a wild cat. Luca liked those marks. They looked pretty against his ink and until Luca’s name was etched under Ryan’s skin, it was the closest he could get to marking his territory.

Luca watched him approach, reaching out grabby hands in a silent request to come closer.

“All yours,” Ryan chuckled as he lowered himself down beside Luca, stretching out along his side and lowering a kiss to Luca’s demanding mouth. Luca felt a gentle thumb against his hole, rubbing gently but not quite breaching him. “Mine is where it belongs. Inside ye.”

“Hmm, good. I love being full up of you.”

“I ken,” Ryan gave him another kiss and Luca teasingly sucked on his tongue for a beat before sinking back against the pile of blankets. God, but he was tired in the best way.

He hummed happily and stretched like a cat. The motion of his body made a trail of dampness threaten to roll down his side.

Ryan tsked quietly. “Now, cannae have that,” he said, catching the mess on his finger. “Be too much of a shame to waste even this wee drop.”

“Gonna taste it, daddy?” 

He expected Ryan to lick his finger or rub it against Luca’s own lips so his breath hitched as Ryan’s fingers brushed over his belly and scooped up more of his rapidly cooling mess. This time the older man’s hand did breach him, shoving his sopping thick fingers into Luca’s still stretched hole. Luca gasped in delighted surprise, catching Ryan’s arm just for something to hold onto.

Ryan leaned over him, smiling darkly as he worked Luca’s own mess inside him nice and deep. “There, baby boy,” Ryan crooned, voice rough as he worked. “Now it’s all there. All mixed in with mine.”

Luca curled against him as he moaned. Just the thought of it would have been enough to excite him, but the reality was even better. Another way to meld into each other, another way to blur their edges and join them in inexplicable ways. He couldn’t get enough, he wanted to be closer and he soon lost the will to prevent his hips from rocking against Ryan’s thick fingers.

“Don’t let any slip out,” he whispered, eyes closed as he rocked. Ryan smiled against his mouth. “I wanna keep it all, daddy.”

“Yer should know me better than that, boy.” Ryan’s fingers disappeared and Luca whined unhappily. The whine was soon cut off by something cold and smooth against his lips. His eyes snapped open.

Oh. A plug. Luca’s excitement spiked at the sight of it.

“Yes,” he hissed, wriggling. He stuck out his tongue, opened his mouth, waiting.

“There’s my wee boy,” Ryan growled, his voice rough like gravel. He rested the plug against Luca’s chin and Luca didn’t hesitate to let a glob of drool run down his lips to land on the cool metal before Ryan brought it back up for Luca to swirl his tongue around it. “Look at ye. I don’t even need to tell you. My perfect, pretty boy.”

Luca relished the praise as Ryan twisted the plug until it was wet down enough to slip into Luca’s body without resistance.

Luca moaned loudly, eyelids fluttering as his ass adjusted to the delicious intrusion. He was full up now. Stuffed with cum and spit and plugged until their next round when Ryan would fuck it all out of him or add some more... Luca was happy.

“Mmm,” he smiled contentedly and snuggled into Ryan’s chest. “Thank you, Daddy. I love you.”

The activities of the day were starting to catch up with him now. Luca loved it here in this pink little house on the edge of the loch that Ryan had brought him to. It was quiet and peaceful and aside from Shona sending down one of the lads with baskets of supplies, they hadn’t seen another soul for almost three days. There had been no work, no calls, nothing but Ryan’s focus solely on him.

Bliss, even if there were moments when Ryan seemed a little distracted.

He was starting to drift off when he felt Ryan tugging him into his arms and lifting him off the ground. “Noo, too comfortable,” he complained, then gasped sharply as the plug inside him bumped his prostate and a zing of alertness shot through him. “God, Blake-“

“I cannae believe I’m saying this,” Ryan rumbled as he carried Luca down the short hall to the bedroom. Away from the heat of the fireplace, Luca’s skin prickled with cold and he whined and tried to snuggle closer and protested sulkily when Ryan laid him down against the cool sheets. “We have a big day tomorrow. Ye need your rest.”

“No, I don’t. I just need your dick in my ass again.”

Ryan chuckled, pulling back the sheets further before sliding in beside him and covering them both against the chill. Luca wasted no time rolling over and snuggling in close again until they were a tangled mess of limbs and syncing heartbeats – and if Ryan’s hand swept down his spine and tapped against the plug in his ass, Luca definitely moaned into the pillow about it.

“That’s not gonna help me rest,” he muttered, then pushed back against Ryan. “I’d rather sleep with you in me.”

He expected Ryan to follow the same steps of their usual dance – turning him over in the sheets to pull the plug from his ass and fill him up with his cock instead – but Ryan only wrapped his arms around him and pulled him closer.

A little flicker of unease had him threading their fingers together and kissing each one of Ryan’s patterned knuckles. Something was on the pilot’s mind.

“What did you mean?” Luca asked quietly into the dark. “When you said we have a big day tomorrow? Do we have to go back?”

“No, darlin’” Ryan’s lips found the warm, slightly ticklish spot behind Luca’s ear. The brush of his beard made Luca want to laugh and Ryan knew it, chasing away Luca’s worries. 

“Tomorrow I’m takin’ ye to the stones.”