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muldermuse · 11 months ago

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Coffee Shop Confessions (Gator Tillman X F!Reader)

Reader overhears Glenda (Gator’s girlfriend) bragging about how intimate her and Gator were a few nights ago. You want to remind Gator who he belongs to.

18+ only!!!! Smut below. Smut includes oral (m receiving), mentions of piv, infidelity (huggge thing), facial (f receiving), exhibitionism??, cumplay. If any of these things are not to your tastes, pls do not read the fic!

This is at some point after the two sinners fic. This dynamic is so fun to write because Gator is an awful person (but so are reader and Glenda).

You’re out on a casual coffee date with Jax when you see her walk in. It’s Glenda and as always (as much as it pains you to admit it) she looks great. Her hair is in her signature low ponytail with a white shawl draped around her shoulders. Underneath the shawl it looks like she’s wearing a long green dress but you fear pointing your eyes in her direction for too long. Glenda comes in with the rest of her book club, they usually meet at the Church hall every Wednesday afternoon but renovations are currently in the works so the group meeting has been diverted to your usual coffee shop.

You saw Gator three nights ago, his afternoon shift was quiet so he spent a few hours fucking you in different places around your home. You know that he hasn’t slept with Glenda yet, he has to marry her first and from what he tells you, his daddy is really on his back about doing it soon. Roy tells him that a woman like Glenda won’t hang around forever and if he isn’t ‘man enough’ to marry her; a better man will. The only reason that Gator would ever marry her is to keep his daddy happy. He’d spend a life betrothed just to appease a man who views him as nothing but a disappointment.

You’re sat on a couch near the back of the shop so Glenda and her group don’t see you as they peruse the menu. Jax is completely unaware that the group have entered and only knows Glenda from around town. He’s chatting to you about this new deal he’s getting close to finishing at his work. You’ve been feigning interest until the ladies walked in but now you’re not even paying attention to him. They choose a big table and unbeknownst to them, sit within earshot of you. They’re all clutching their dogeared copies of Jane Eyre as a barista delivers cups of tea to the table. You try to tune the conversation about the book out until you hear something peaks your interest.

“Okay, I have to ask I can’t wait anymore” Glenda’s friend Holly squeals, all of Glenda’s friend look exactly like her but with interchangeable eyes and hair colour. “Glenda, have you and Gator done anything else since the other night?”. You watch Glenda’s cheeks tinge pink as all of the group turns to look at her, placing their books down and holding their mugs close to them, seemingly waiting for the gossip.

“Oh my, Glenda! Have you and Gator…y’know” Sophie all but whispers. You smirk, none of these ladies would ever say sex out loud in a public place, maybe in the comfort of their homes but never ever out where they could be heard. You imagine if they would ever call it fucking rather than sex. It seems like Gator exclusively refers to it as that and you can’t imagine him using a softer term like ‘making love’. The thought of him saying that to you sends a shiver down your spine.

Glenda places her mug down and a small smile crosses her face. You’ve known Glenda since school and you know how much she loves talking about herself. It’s probably a tie between herself and her relationship with God for her favourite topic of conversation. You watch as Glenda looks at all her friends to seemingly ensure that all attention is placed on her. “So, ladies- some of you may know that Gator and I were…shall we say…intimate the other night?”.

You feel your heart drop into your stomach. Why hadn’t he told you? You honestly never considered that they would do that before getting married.

Glenda continues, “Okay well not ‘intimate’ in that kind of way”. The table erupts with polite giggles as you feel a wave of relief wash over you. Of course they wouldn’t be doing anything like that yet. They’ve been an official couple for 8 months and Gator has been fucking you for just shy of a year. You wonder if it’s difficult for him to pretend he’s never done anything before. This whole topic makes you feel uneasy; discussing Glenda is completely off the table for you and Gator. You don’t talk about their relationship or their future unless you’re in an argument and you want to hurt him. Or, if he wants to make you feel insignificant. Both of these things happen more than you care to admit. Gator didn’t lose his virginity to you, that was long gone by the time you two started…whatever this is. Jax interrupts your train of thought, he can probably tell that you haven’t heard a word he’s been saying for the past few minutes. “I’ve just got to take a call and then I’ll grab us a coffee to go- okay?” You nod and rub your hand against his forearm. He smiles at the gesture but really, that is your way of asking him to hurry up so you can eavesdrop more.

“So he came home from work and ladies, I think we can all agree that he looks very dashing in his little uniform” The groups nods and giggles. “I’d had a small glass of white wine whilst finishing up my new library book and I don’t know what came over me.” The rest of the group look enthralled with the tale and you realise this is probably the most exciting thing that has happened to them in the past month.

“So, he comes and sits next to me and he’s on his phone and I tell him how handsome he looks and I put my hand on his knee…well not on his knee, maybe above it? And I suppose, I just took control! I kissed him and we made out a little. No tongue or anything but it felt really special. I tried to sit up closer to him but he told me that it wasn’t the right time. I love that about him y’know, his commitment to the Lord is really there.” By the end of her tale, she looks flushed as if reciting the interaction has got her worked up. “So I guess, that means we’re going to wait until we’re wed. I know you all understand how much that means to me.” She holds her hands out into the centre of the table and her friends grab and squeeze as a sign of support.

Your phone buzzes and pulls your attention away from the group. Jax is calling and as you look up you see him smiling and holding two coffees to go. You grab your bag and as you turn to leave you accidentally bump your hip into Glenda’s chair.

“Oh…I didn’t see you there. I hope our book club didn’t disrupt your date with this new gentleman friend of yours.” She looks at Jax and waves at him, her eyes don’t leave his as she turns away from you and says, “You just seem to have so many gentleman friends…I guess it’s hard to keep track”. The sound of the group giggling under their breath takes you right back to high school. Right back to hearing Glenda make comments about you and your friends to a roaring laughter from her minions. All of whom would never even look your way without Glenda’s presence. You consider how cowardice always outweighs confidence.

“Y’all have a nice day discussing that book”. You pat Glenda’s shoulder and hold your head high as you leave the coffee shop with Jax. You know the only thing they’ll be discussing for the rest of the afternoon is you and your ‘scandalous’ life.

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[sent at 19:03] You: need to see u tonight, come round when u finish

[received at 19:07] Gator🐍💩:??? k omw to u now.

He knocks on your door just after quarter past. You’ve changed from your coffee date outfit into your favourite piece of lingerie. You’ve had it for a while and it drives Gator wild every time he sees it. It’s white lace bra and panties with a garter belt and white sheer suspenders. To answer the door, you’ve draped Gator’s plaid shirt over your body- he loves shit like that, it makes him feel more possessive over you. The shirt is completely open and you pray that no one else is on the street. A quick glance through your keyhole just shows Gator looking slightly more fidgety than usual.

You open the door and greet him with “hey Sheriff”. He rushes inside pushing you back, trying to hide your body. He sits down on the couch and covers his eyes with his hands, “are you fuckin’ insane? Why the fuck are you answerin’ the goddamn door like that?”

He keeps his hands covering his eyes as you position yourself on your knees between his legs. You huff out, “I wanted to surprise you…I bet you’ve had such a hard day at work.” You run your hands over his thighs and smile at him when he puts his hands behind his head to look at you. You dropped the shirt when he pushed you back from the front door so now you’re just kneeling in front of him wearing your delicate white lingerie. Your hand stays on the bulge in his pants, your thumb rubbing over it gently as you rest your head on his knee.

“What the fuck are you doin’ baby,” he lifts his hips to push his bulge into your touch and bites his lip at the contact. His thumb runs against your cheekbone as his eyes bore into yours. It’s a tender moment, a rare one for the pair of you and all you can think about is how much of a fucking bitch his girlfriend is. You want to send her boyfriend back to her completely wrecked.

You unbutton his pants and Gator takes the hint and shimmies them down until they’re pushed down below his knees. You inch closer to him and stick your tongue out as your eyes meet his. He smirks as he taps the head of his hard cock against your tongue. The sound of wet slaps fills the room as he asks you, “y’gonna help me unwind?”. You nod as you take his cock into your mouth.

You hear him mutter “fuck” under his breath as you swirl your tongue around the head of his cock. His left hand rests on your head as the other stays behind his back. He doesn’t apply any pressure to your head as you take him deeper into your throat. You feel tears filling your eyes as you pull of him with a gag. Spit connects your mouth to his cock as you keep stroking him as you catch your breath. His eyes are hooded and he smirks at you as he teases, “oh honey, I thought you wanted to help me relax…y’were doin’ such a good job too”. He grabs your chin with his forefinger and thumb and presses a kiss to your forehead. He pulls off you and you move your mouth down to his cock again.

“Make me fuckin’ cum down your throat, pretty girl”. Gator loves to hear you gag on his cock, he is pretty big and hearing you struggle reminds him of that. You get into a steady rhythm of sucking his cock and twisting your hand for whatever your mouth can’t reach. As he gets closer to finishing, he pushes his hips up so his cock is hitting the back of your throat.

He whimpers above you, “fuck baby, I’m going to fucking cum…quick- where sho-“ before he can finish his sentence you’re giving him your best doe eyes and begging him to cum on your face. He moans at the instruction and finishes before has chance to consider what you’ve said. Ropes of his cum cover your face as you wipe it from your eyes to look at him.

You pick your phone up from the ground and throw it at his chest, “do I look pretty enough for a picture, Gator?”. He still looks dazed from his orgasm as he holds your phone in his hand and snaps a quick picture.

“Why the fuck do you want that?” He asks after he gets his breath back. He dresses himself quickly as you tell him it’s probably time for him to leave.

***

Glenda always posts what she makes Gator for his dinner on her Facebook. The caption usually containing what the meal is and how thankful she is to have such a ‘grateful man’ to cook and care for. Gator’s long gone by the time Glenda posts her chicken casserole picture. You send him a message as soon as she posts the meal.

[sent at 20:34] You: hope you’re still feeling relaxed baby ❤️

You attach the picture of you from an hour ago. Between Gator’s hairy thighs, smiling with your eyes closed and ropes of Gator’s cum covering your face. Gator has no manners so will undoubtedly open the text sitting at the dinner table with Glenda. You smile as you go to put your phone on charge. You leave it on silent and turn it so the screen is facing down.

You’d hate to interrupt the happy couple’s evening.

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rafesthroatbaby · 8 months ago

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HERE IS YOUR *LONG* JAX BLURB HOE😚❤️‍🔥

You just arrived to the clubhouse, making your way towards Jax’s room. You were there for one thing and one thing only.

You step into his room, eyes roaming the small space. He was nowhere to be found and that’s when you hear the water running in the bathroom. Perfect, it was exactly what you needed.

You open the door to the bathroom and make your way inside. Your eyes land on Jax, he looked so damn good with water dripping down his face and abs and his hair slicked back. Your eyes land down to his cock, you were already throbbing and so fucking needy.

With no hesitation, you take off your clothes dropping them on the floor until you were completely naked. Jax, not even startled looks up at you and smirks.

“Hey darlin’ you come here to join me? Well hurry and bring that pretty ass over here.” Jax chuckled.

“Need your cock right now Jax. Been so fucking horny for you.” You beg, looking up into his eyes.

“Oh is that right? My little cumslut needs her pussy filled?”Jax whispers in your ear as his hands slap then grab your ass.

“Yes. Fuck Jax. Please. Right now.” You whine.

“Now be careful what you wish for.” Jax boasted. His hands slide up from your ass to your throat gripping it tightly. He shoves you against the tile in the shower. Your head and back slamming into the wall. You loved when he threw you around like a rag doll, it got you soaked.

Jax shoves his tongue into your mouth, making you tremble. Your hands find there way to Jax’s chiseled torso, running your fingers over his abs and down to his v-line. You were just about to touch his cock when he pulls away from you.

“Tsk tsk” is all he says when he grabs your hair into a makeshift ponytail and aggressively pushes you down to your knees, you were sure to have bruises on your knees by the end of the night.

“Suck it darlin’, you know what to do, choke on this dick like the whore you are.” Jax grunts, pumping his cock a couple times before lining up to your pink plump lips.

You open your mouth and he thrusts his length in your mouth. You suck and swirl your tongue as if your life depended on it. He was ramming into your mouth making you gag, spit dripping from the sides of your mouth.

The way he held onto your makeshift ponytail and shoving you all the way down his cock ‘til you couldn’t take it anymore had you squirming trying to pull yourself away. It was too much, his cock was thick in girth and long in length. It never failed to make you choke.

“Stop fucking moving and just take it.” Jax spits. He lets go of your hair, giving your cheek a nice firm slap. He gives you a few more deep thrusts and you swear you could feel the tip of his cock hit the back of your damn throat. God, you loved when he abused your throat, you were dripping and you could feel it.

He releases his cock from your mouth, a string of drool falling from his cock and onto your chin. He pulls you up by your arms and turns you around slamming your body into the wall and bending you over just enough for him to plunge his dick into your sopping cunt. The side of your face and your tits squished against the tile.

“Oh my god, fuck Jax. Please cum in my pussy! I fucking need it!” You scream.

He’s ramming his cock into you, sliding in and out at a rough pace, slapping your ass as he groans out a string of curses. Moans and skin slapping skin the only sounds to fill the room.

“Needy little slut aren’t ya? Shit you’re such a good girl, my cumslut taking this cock so damn well.” Jax praises. He brings an arm towards your neck and wraps it around your throat pulling you closer to him, ass still bent over and taking his length. He’s sucking on your neck, leaving a dark purple spot. You loved that shit, marking what’s his.

“Jax, I—I don’t know how much m-more I can t-take! M’gonna cum!” You scream, legs shaking as your orgasm flows through you.

“Fuck darlin’! I’m gonna fuckin’ cum. Pussy is too damn good and so fuckin’ tight!” Jax growls loudly. His thrusts get sloppy and brutal, his arm grips your throat tighter, you thought you’d almost pass out on the shower floor.

“Fuck y-yes cum for m-me daddy!!!!” You choke out. At this point you couldn’t feel your legs, you were completely fucked out and close to limp.

“Here it comes, get ready my little cumslut. I’m about to fill you up! Ooh Fuck!!!” Jax moans, thick ropes of cum spurting deep in your pussy.

“Oh you feel so good Jax, oh yes daddy! Fill me to the fucking brim! Oh God!”

“You like that? Like when my cum spills out of that pretty little thing? Ready for round two darlin’?” Jax smirks, pulling his cock out of you and watching as his seed drips out and down your legs. You were out of breath and lifting yourself up by the wall.

“Jesus Jax, let me catch my damn breath first.” You shoot him a wink, knowing you two were about to take it to the bedroom for another round.

“Oh is that right? My little cumslut needs her pussy filled?”Jax whispers in your ear as his hands slap then grab your ass.

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mystra-midnight · 1 year ago

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Lost Boys & Golden Girls

summary: it was a known fact that if any of the Sons wanted his dick sucked, he could go to cara cara, and one of the girls would be on their knees in a heartbeat. such was the joy of working with pornstars.

warnings: 18+ only. pornstar!reader. spitroasting. voyerism. reader is pining hard for jax & opie. fake orgasms and a wild imagination.

words: 711.

notes: honestly if every there was a world for pornstar!reader it would be sons of anarchy. of course reader works for cara cara. it's not exactly smutty with the boys but rather her wanting it to be them.

It was a known fact that if any of the Sons wanted his dick sucked, he could go to Cara Cara, and one of the girls would be on their knees in a heartbeat. Such was the joy of working with pornstars. Usually, if Jax needed a release, it was Ima who rose (or rather kneeled) to the occasion, but tonight his focus was entirely on you.

Well, not exactly.

You wished with every fibre of your being and beat of your heart that it was Jax kneeling behind you. You imagined the way the mushroom head of his cock would feel pushing through your slick folds and the stretch as he pushed inside. You already knew that he was big and that you'd feel him in the pit of your stomach. You imagined it was Opie kneeling in front of you, his pre-cum being smeared against your lips. You knew he was big as well, enough to fill your mouth and hit the back of your throat.

Imagining them would be the only thing that would get you through this scene. It would start with Jax's hands landing heavily on your ass, one cheek at a time, then both together, making them jiggle before he'd roughly palm them and spread you open just so he could watch your cunt swallowing his dick. He'd leave your skin stinging and tears ebbing in your eyes.

And then it would continue with Opie's hands grabbing fistfuls of your hair. He'd gather your hair in a messy ponytail to hold while he fucked your throat, making you gag on his cock and leaving drool dripping from your chin. Between the two of them, it wouldn't take long until you were riding the beginnings of an orgasm.

You imagined the way they would mock you for cumming so quickly. They'd talk to each other as if you weren't there, about to fall apart on their cocks. They would use you like a toy and treat you like holes to fill with cum, and you would relish in the attention.

"The sluts gonna cum already." Jax would laugh.

"How long has it been?" Opie would answer.

"About twenty-six seconds." Jax would reply.

All the while, your legs would be trembling and shaking as you struggled to keep yourself from collapsing as Jax fucked you hard and fast, as though he were attempting to rearrange your guts. Your cheeks would be streaked with mascara and tears as Opie held you down on his cock, your nose pressed into the wiry hairs at the base of his shaft.

And when you came, it would be a religious experience. You might not have been religious, but at that moment, you'd believe in heaven. You knew that they would fuck you through your orgasm, making it last longer than you thought possible and leaving you a cock-drunk whore. Jax would abuse that spongy sweet spot until your cum dripped from your cunt and coated your thighs, the way Opie would hit the back of your throat again and again.

You'd take all of it like a good girl just to hear their praise. Opie would stroke your hair, pulling it out of your face, so we could watch the way your eyes would roll back into your skull. Jax would grab greedy handfuls of your ass as he buried himself to the hilt, cumming as deep as he could.

"Such a good whore." Jax would growl the words between his teeth as he came, filling you completely. He'd watch the way it would spill out around his cock—too much to fit in your tight cunt.

"Swallow it. All of it." Opie would instruct, keeping his cock buried in your throat. He'd groan when he felt you swallowing around him, and then again when you gagged and moan and swallowed down as much of his cum as possible before it leaked from the edges of your puckered lips.

Hearing Luann's voice brought you back to the moment—the feeling of a dozen pairs of eyes on you as you performed. The scene resembled what you had been imagining: one man behind you, one kneeling in front of you, and then spit-roasting you into oblivion. Unlike your imagination, it wasn't nearly as good.

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alevicke · 11 months ago

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I love the way you write for Jax —- I really would like to see Jax with a fem reader who is sort of like Jax- messes around with the others, sarcastic and feisty, but also reciprocates Jax’s minor flirting…so maybe Jax gets so confused, like thrown off- ‘does she like me does she not’ type beat, and ends up pushing farther and farther into his teasing and flirting, trying to figure out if she likes him back, but she ends up being the one to make a bold move…like just drops down on her knees pulling her hair into a ponytail like “ight…since you wanna talk all big lets get to it”… if that makes ANY sense at all 😭💀

I'm sorry I'm sorry! I know I'm super slow but I'm just awful writing NSFW ;; I love reading it sometimes but I'm so bad writing it XD So I hope this isn't too boring and you enjoy it! <3

Jax x F!Reader who teases and flirt back (NSFW)

TW: Blowjob, petnames, a bit of manhandling? NSFW obviously. Any other needed please let me know! I think there isn't much to say D:

MY MASTERPOST

When you first joined the circus, Jax thought there would be a new sucker to annoy the hell out of them. Another person to joke with and use some pranks on.

He didn’t expect you to reply back as soon as he called you a pet name trying to annoy you. He usually called Ragatha dollface and he looked for another nickname for you to suit your digital appearance and annoy you. But he didn’t expect you to be calling him your silly bunny. Weird, huh. That sounded a bit like flirting.

That was only the start of a weird forth and back between you both that no one actually understood. You sounded like an asshole with Jax, teasing him and annoying him, but you weren’t like that with the others, well, a bit but not as aggressive as Jax. For some it was double the torture now that you were there

They truly were praying you two didn’t teamed up or you could make the circus a living hell for everyone else but you two.

Jax had a lot of troubles understanding why you reciprocated his flirtations all the time. He wanted to believe you were into him, perhaps, but he wasn’t going to say anything

It didn’t matter that Zoobles told him that you looked like you were in love with him or at least interested, he wouldn’t listen. He still had his doubts

So the back and forth from you both kept being extended while he was so indecisive. You, however, seemed to be growing impatience. At this point you were honestly sure he wanted to do something with you. It was obvious by the whole flirting and how your conversations could get heated sometimes. But he always backed up at the last minute and you were already growing tired of it.

The last drop that spilled the glass was already getting closer, you could feel it. It was about to happen.

Last few days you could feel yourself getting needier for physical contact and the silly bunny wasn’t making the step you needed. It was getting painful at this point. The desire every single day for nothing, to end up in your room touching yourself in drowned moans against the pillow.

That day, however, didn’t look any different. Jax and you were talking alone in his room. Everyone was surprised you could get into his room, he didn’t want anyone there but you. Not even Zooble who was the closest to him after you was allowed there. And you truly thought it was a good sign, taking you to his room perhaps it could mean he would finally make the move.

But NO. To your disbelief, it was happening again.

- Well, I didn’t expect you to make such a bold move, but I ain’t gonna complain if this is what you want toots. Could have said it before if you wanted it so badly” - You raised an eyebrow not even believing what you hear. After so many doubts and he backing up now he wanted to act brave?

Jax and you were already in the room for quite some time and the conversation was heating up as you both threw flirty punchlines to each other. You softly bit your lower lip hoping, craving for his touch. But you could see him making no movement. That was enough

- I’ve had enough of this Jax… Since you wanna talk all big let’s get to it. No more waiting” - you said as you got up from the bed. Jax, looked at you completely confused, not understanding your words. You pulling your hair up to tie it in a pony tail didn’ seem to give him enough hints. That was until you dropped on your knees pulling his legs apart.

- Oh… - it finally clicked on him what your words meant. His cheeks quickly grew red as a smirk appeared on your lips. But his smirk grew wider- He didn’t mind you taking the lead if this was the direction you were taking

- I was hoping you would make the first move, my bunny, but you left me no choice. Now shut for a bit and let me handle this.

Jax raised an eyebrow, eyes locked on him as you fixed your ponytail. He could swear you were prettier than ever but perhaps it was lust on his eyes. He decided to stay quiet as you prepared yourself. Being honest, he didn’t want to miss the opportunity of what was going on so for once he had to hold back being an asshole. At least a tiny bit… But expecting him to stay quiet is impossible. You know he would be at least a bit annoying as always.

You unbuttoned his overalls, letting these slip down his chest. You could feel the anticipation building on him. His eyes were following you like a predator hunting down a prey and his member already getting hard, the bulge noticeable for you. As your hand gently caressed this, a moan escaped between his teeth. A sweet sound filling your ears and raising every hair in you.

You kept teasing him from outside his clothes, making him grow impatient. You were waiting so long for this, now he had to wait for it too, no matter if the desire was already wetting your panties. You caressed his length as you licked your lip, making him bite his lower lip in excitement. You could feel his breath become heavier as his desire grew but this was nothing but pleasure for you.

You took the overalls carefully and pulled them all the way down, finally releasing his erected cock, menacing to your eyes and to your lips. Taking it all the way down was going to be hard and he knew that just for the way you looked at it, eyes wide open.

- “What happened? Having second thoughts, sweetie?” - he teased you as he grinned, taking the member with his hand softly caressing it.

- “Don't poke fun at me, Jax, you could end up with nothing” - you replied grinning as his disappeared a bit. He rolled his eyes and smirked

- “Ok ok I'll be a good boy for you. Just for a bit, doll” - he finally replied while you leaned in closer to him between his legs.

You stuck your tongue out, softly pressing this one against his twitching cock. You could see him biting his own lip again, repressing all pleasure sounds he could make just to keep his tough appearance in front of you but as soon as you moved your tongue along his length he couldn't repress a soft moan between closed teeth.

Your tongue left the dick all the way up to the top nice and wet until the very tip where you licked the precum, tracing circles on it while he grabbed the bedsheets to control humping his hips against your mouth, wanting more already.

You finally took the whole shaft inside your mouth as he let out a soft relieved moan feeling your lips stroke it while you started bobbing your head up and down on it. You felt his hand in your hair, petting it, but when you looked up he was eyes closed enjoying the feeling.

But with each one of your movements your desire for touch was bigger. You traced your hand all the way down following your breasts and your tummy until finding all the way inside your own panties. This was nothing but a sweet addition to the moment for Jax. Not only were you pleasing him but he could also see you touching yourself between drowned moans and pants against his dick.

You continued following the movements with your head, your lips stroking with each one as Jax kept his eyes locked on you. His breath kept getting heavier, quicker, while his fingers petted your hair. You could feel his temptation to pull it but he didn’t want to go too rough with you already, he wanted to go at your own pace, without rushing anything.

But he wasn’t known for having too much patience… So it didn’t take too long for you to sense his hand grabbing your hair a bit more as he wanted to go faster and deeper. Seeing the saliva escape his lips was the clear sign that he was about to reach his climax and he was struggling to hold the moans in. A few words were being censored as he said them though. You however were already drowning moans against his cock as your fingers traced circles around your clit and sometimes moved down, all the way to your entrance almost pushing a finger inside.

You felt his hand finally grab your hair as he couldn’t hold any longer and humped his hips against your mouth, feeling it with each inch of his shaft to make you swallow all his cum. It was hard but you didn’t pull away from him after all, letting him ride your tongue in his ecstasis, his high wave of pleasure between louder moans filling the room even more with the steam of sex and the smell of gratification.

- “You didn’t think we were already done, right toots…?”

It took him quite some seconds to go down from the wave, still heavily panting and releasing your hair from his grab. You pulled apart, cleaning the corners of your lips with the back part of your hand while looking at him. He was leaning back, cheeks and face completely red

- “*Bleep*, y-you really tried to milk me there, dollface…” - he said between pants.

You barely heard his words while your hand finally stopped teasing and you slipped two fingers inside your wet core, panties already soaking wet as you were the one now humping hips against yourself wanting more. Jax smiled widely, reaching a hand to your face, grabbing your jawline to make him look directly at his eyes. He licked his lips with desire, for you, for more…

#vickart #tadc jax #jax tadc #jax #the amazing digital circus #the amazing digital circus jax #jax the amazing digital circus #TADC x reader #jax x reader #the amazing digital circus x reader #jax x you

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ezrazwrldz · 20 days ago

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the amazing digital teachers part 1

~pomni pov~

walking into the staff room after a long first day, a migraine creeps it’s way into the back of my head, the taunting voices of the students echoing around my head, over and over. and over.

“ah, pomni! how was your first day?”

a woman with red hair, tied back into a curly ponytail rushes towards me, a gentle smile on her freckled, round face.

“chaotic,” i mumble, massaging my forehead, “who knew they could be so..”

jax jumps to interrupt, a shit-eating grin on his face, “loud? annoying? assholes?”

“what- that last word doesn’t even make sense with the- you know what, nevermind. it was a lot, to say the least.”

“bound to be a lot, pomni, it’s your first day,” ragatha hums, placing a hand on my shoulder, her nails perfectly manicured and her skin soft. despite the pleasant feeling, i flinch at her touch, it feeling almost like a zap, and she immediately removes her hand, sending my discomfort, “ah, sorry, i should’ve asked-“

“no, it’s fine. don’t worry.”

a younger person, with pink hair and a pixie cut looks up, having had their head in their phone the whole time.

“you’ll get used to it. hopefully.”

“..great confidence booster.”

“yeah? i’m trying to make you feel better, you gonna take it or not?”

as this conversation happens, a shorter woman joins the group, without even saying a word, she stands near the tall, pink-haired individual. poking them in the shoulder, she whispers something in their ear, to which they look at me again.

“sorry. i overreacted. welcome aboard, i’m zooble.”

i awkwardly nod at them, noticing the remaining annoying in their expression, “..and she is..?”

the shorter woman jolts a bit, clearly unused to being acknowledged.

“i’m- uh- i’m gangle.”

her voice is soft, gentle and wavers a bit as she talks. jax laughs at this.

“someone gonna cry?-”

“cmon, don’t be mean,” ragatha interjects, seemingly the peacemaker of the group.

gangle flinches at his comment, but subtly practises breathing exercises when he’s not looking. i make a mental note to learn them from her.

from the corner of the room. i see an older man, who’s muttering to himself. i slowly approach him and tap his shoul-

“AH- oh, dear, you startled me! now, who might you be?”

“oh- uh- im pomni. im new here-“

he immediately smiles this, holding a hand out. hesitantly, i accept this, only to be greeted with the most aggressive handshake of my life.

“about time we had a new face around here, i’m kinger, the computer science teac…”

his voice drifts off, and we have what feels like ten minutes of awkward silence between us before he screams again.

“i just remembered, you’re here to replace kafumo, right? he was an english teacher.. he left.. and now you’re here, you’re here to replace him, so you teach english, right?”

“..yeah. i do.”

“english or science?”

“i literally just said-“

#tadc teachers au #tadc #tadc zooble #tadc gangle #tadc pomni #tadc ragatha #tadc jax #tadc kinger #zooble #gangle #pomni #ragatha #jax #kinger #the amazing digital circus #tadc au #the amazing digital circus au

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mysticstarlightduck · 1 month ago

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Character Profile Tag!

It's been a while since I've done one of these, and I really like this tag, so I'm gonna make a few lol.

Let's go with Adahm Ryker from Scrapyard Boys for this one!!! <3

Full Name: Adahm Tiberius Ryker

Kind of Being: Human (Mutant Variant)

Age: Presumably 19 years old, has no birth certificate and has a snake-like biology so the details of how he ages are unclear but he is around that age physically.

Sex: Male

Appearance: Adahm is very tall and lanky, with warm white skin that is slightly sun tanned but without any freckles. His eyes are a piercing light yelloish green, almost neon, hue which look distinctively like the eyes of a snake. He has very long light brown hair that he usually keeps loose, brushed to one side, or tied in a messy ponytail. Adahm's smile usually appears normal if not for the fact that his teeth are generally sharper than that of a 'regular human' and that he has two, pointy snake fangs - like a reptilian vampire. A fun detail is that he can stretch and detach his jaw like a snake would and it makes for a devastating biting force. Adahm usually wears black clothes, with a dark - kevlar reinforced - jacket, black or dark grey button up shirts, dark denim pants and black leather combat boots, as well as fingerless grey gloves.

Occupation: Serial Killer (of corrupt people), Vigilante, Rebel

Family Members:

Taylen Ryker: adoptive younger brother, ward

Charles Zarin: childhood best friend (deceased)

Unnamed Parents

Pets: No pets

Best friends: Jax Strobber (they/them), Sasha Valentine (she/her), Gwyn Whitewood (she/her)

Describe his/her room: Adahm's room is spacious and meticulously organized/clean. It's on the smaller side, so as not to take up too much space in their safehouse, but comfortable. His bedsheets are dark grey with some black details, and his bed is usually pristinely made, and there's a light blue sleep mask usually tossed onto it. The room often has a light citrusy smell due to air freshners he buys, and there's a small study desk/work desk by the reinforced glass window where he does most of the planning for his missions. There's a holographic picture of him and Taylen on the edge of that same desk. In his wardrobe, he keeps his clothes - which are usually all in dark tones of black, grey and blue - and his vast collection of guns (ranging from pistols to precision rifles and one small machine gun) and knives (his preferred weapon, usually sharp daggers, common knifes and a few thin swords, as well as a pocket swiftblade);

Way of speaking: Faint (fictional) english accent. He is usually soft spoken, to the point he can sound like a hissing snake when he is speaking specially sharply, but almost always has a dangerous lilt to is voice that commands a certain amount of fear and respect from those around him. His way of speaking changes drastically when he's talking to Taylen - whenever he is addressing his brother, Adahm sounds genuinely kinder, more excited and gentle than he ever would have sounded while speaking to anyone else.

Physical characteristics (posture, gestures, attitude):

Towards strangers: Cold, snake-like, moving swiftly from spot to spot almost imperceptively, confident, scarily so. He usually has a wild/feral attitude to him, despite his calculated behaviors and emotionless persona, having a wild animal's unpredictability and deadliness to him. He has a sharp, imposing smile that usually sends chills down people's spines, and his eyes can be disturbingly cold and unemotional, though they do show a strong glint of enjoyment whenever he is inebriated by the thrill of a kill.

Towards Taylen: When around his little brother Adahm becomes an almost completely different person, being genuinely warmer/gentler, patience, easily excited about different topics and doting. The shift in his usually murderous outer personality he shows the world to his kind, protective older brother personality that is reserved for Taylen alone, can be jarring for those who don't know him well, but Adahm himself doesn't seem to realize that.

Items in his/her back pocket/ purse: Extra poison vials, combat daggers, ammo, climbing gear and spy gear, commlinks, his phone, an extra jacket or coat (he's ectothermic due to his snake biology and sensitive to temperature changes, especially cold weather) and snacks, preferrably dry ones.

Favorite sports: Swordfighting, Boxing, Climbing/Parkour, Swimming

Powers: Snake Biology, Venom/Poison Manipulation & Generation, Shadow Movement, Enhanced Senses/Speed

Relationships (how he/she is with other people):

When he knows the person: quiet, funny, attentive, kind, protective, easily excited, happy, and genuine

When he does not know the person: cunning, manipulative, sociopathic (he does suffer from sociopathy but it becomes much more clear when he's dealing with strangers, especially enemies), murderous, dangerous, sadistic, cold and unpredictable.

Fears: Losing a loved one again or being unable to protect them (especially Taylen), actually being a 'freak' or unworthy of love, being forced to comply by arbitrary rules, being weak, being touched without consent

Faults: Emotionally detached from strangers, murderous, ruthless, vindictive, blunt/unkind, vicious/bloodthirsty, tendency to tunnel vision, bad at reading people and especially stunted at emotional cues (of people he doesn't know)

Good Points: Kind, genuinely cares about those around him, has a good sense of humour, protective, loyal to a fault, deadly smart, loves his brother more than anything and is a good guardian even though he doesn't know how to parent, rebellious and free spirited

What he/she wants more than anything else: Justice, Revenge, being able to keep Taylen safe, and being worthy of respect/genuine love with no strings attached.

Tagging (gently): @sleepy-night-child, @kaylinalexanderbooks, @smol-feralgremlin, @oh-no-another-idea, @littleladymab,

@winterandwords, @eccaiia, @sarahlizziewrites, @illarian-rambling

@agirlandherquill, @anoelleart, @ray-writes-n-shit

@the-golden-comet, @writernopal, @anyablackwood, @unstablewifiaccess, @forthesanityofstorytellers

@i-can-even-burn-salad, @cakeinthevoid

@lassiesandiego, @thepeculiarbird, @clairelsonao3, @memento-morri-writes, @starlit-hopes-and-dreams

@differentnighttale

@wyked-ao3 and OPEN TAG

Taglist for Scrapyard Boys below the cut 🧪

Scrapyard Boys Taglist (-/+): @ray-writes-n-shit, @sarandipitywrites, @lassiesandiego, @smol-feralgremlin, @kaylinalexanderbooks,

@diabolical-blue @oh-no-another-idea

@cakeinthevoid, @clairelsonao3,

@thepeculiarbird

@the-golden-comet, @urnumber1star, @ominous-feychild, @anyablackwood, @amaiguri, @lyutenw @finickyfelix

@thecomfywriter, @the-letterbox-archives, @differentnighttale @wyked-ao3

Let me know if you'd like to be added!

#wip scrapyard boys #oc: adahm ryker #writeblr #writing #writers on tumblr #my wips #character writing #my characters #my writing #writers #writerblr #superhero story #cyberpunk stories #cyperpunk dystopia #scifi

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the-s1lly-corner · 11 months ago

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Tadc x reader who has the appearance of a princess, but is more of a badass warrior who hates dresses and such?

Kinger, Gangle, Caine, Ragatha x badass!princess!reader !

the wheel has picked these four since the admin is currently not doing full casts; sorry anon! i know i got a princess reader right here so heres a similar post too!!

CAINE:

originally hes drawn in by your princess look but is a little shocked when youre trying to take off your crown and tugging at your dress... finds out very quickly that you do not at all vibe with your digital clothing; and the admin is feeling nice today.. i think he lends you a new wardrobe so you can dress in something more comfortable for you (shhh we can pretend the dress wasnt a part of your body), and finds out not long after that that you like diving into IHAs, especially if theres any beast or danger... honestly? i think he would be into it! youre pretty AND youre cool? hubba hubba, hes giving you heart eyes and probably making train whistles... i think he makes IHAs more challenging just because you seem to like the thrill and challenge, though sometimes he might go a little overboard...

RAGATHA:

similar to caine i think shes initially drawn in by your princess look that youve spawned in; but thats because i like to hc that prior to the digital world she grew up with fairy tales and instinctively finds herself drawn to things that remind her of it, even if she cant quite pin point why... i think she would try to make you new clothing so you can ditch the dress.. thinks youre very cool, frequently offers to patch up your clothing if youve gotten any tears in it or anything! sometimes likes watching you work out or train yourself... definitely doesnt have this look on her face while shes watching you, no her cheeks have always had that blush..! dont mention it please- honestly youre probably her type i can easily see her being into strong feminine folk (assuming reader is femme thanks to the princess motif)

KINGER:

oh?? another royal? ah! not another royal, you are not happy with your arrangement! though... this does give me an idea; king and knight dynamic. what started with kinger lingering around you because you totally smashed any threats during an IHA turned into you intentionally shielding him from danger! so thats nice at least! probably gives you some knight-ly nicknames.. might actually believe youre a knight, assuming he was being serious when he said "as a royal myself" (personal admin note, i think he was just bullshitting and trying to appeal to the gloink queen, though i do think he does playfully lean into the king role). sometimes get a little surprised when he sees you standing outside his pillow fort making sure no one comes to knock it down or dismantle it... its sweet, in my opinion...

GANGLE:

thinks youre really pretty, princess or not. can also see you being gangles type. i think i mentioned this somewhere before a few times but gangle gives me "i used to play dating sims in the real world" vibe, and her go to route would either be the moody monsters or strong feminine leaning folk.. ponders... sometimes ties your hair up so it can stay out of the way when youre going about your business throughout the day! sometimes braids it, other times will leave it as a plain ponytail! depends on how both of you are feeling that day! subconsciously goes to you for protection me thinks, sometimes also does it when jax is being mean to her.. .generally sees you as a person of strength, you know?

#tadc x reader #the amazing digital circus x reader #digital circus x reader #caine x reader #ragatha x reader #kinger x reader #gangle x reader

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zorubark · 1 year ago

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My headcanons for how the human counterparts of the TADC cast(mostly their appearence)

Kaufmo: He's a guy with a big belly and thin limbs, light skin, small eyes, long head, linguini nose, chubby linguini from ratatouile, short straight hair, somewhat crooked teeth, above average height but not short, downturned eyes, green-brownish eyes

Pomni: Bob cut with straight bangs, brown hair, a mole on the cheek, fat(to me Pomni irl is fat and nothing will change my mind), wears her work uniform at home, big eyes, eyebags, short, round eyes, brown eyes

Ragatha: Acne scars, wavy or curly hair, tall, blind in one eye(my dad is also blind in one eye :3), high nose bridge, upturned eyes, green eyes, redhead

Jax: Tall, brown skin, monolids, short curly hair, yellow teeth, NO JAUNDICE, amber eyes, wears overalls irl but with a colorful 90s sweater, skinny, when he smiles his gums show a bit

Kinger: Skrunkly middle aged man, wrinkles, blond, long skrunkly beard, long hair(somewhat skrunkrly), skinny needs to eat more, only puts his glasses on to read and doesn't use them otherwise, hooded eyes, blue gray eyes with brown near the black pupil

Queenie: Chubby, dark skin, straight dark brown hair, downturned eyes, brown eyes, mole near her left eye, big eyelashes that form a kinda spiky shape, latina(I don't know which country, there are too much cool countries to choose and y'know, I'm brazilian so I'm resisting the urge), uses a ponytail, middle aged, has wrinkles

Gangle: Black, braid ponytails tied with red ribbons, monolids, big lips, her face gets reddish-brown when she cries(this happens to my friends), has a bunch of skin tags, taller than pomni but still kinda short, thin, no boobs, no butt(I don't know how to say her body type without it sounding weird, I'm so sorry)

Zooble: Has arm and leg prosthetics, has a prosthetic eye, short curly hair, black, almond eyes, wears colorful 90's clothing, mismatched garments, full body, colorful jacket, forgets where she left her walking prosthetic leg so she uses the running prosthetic leg thinking it's gonna be fine to use just for a while but they walk wonky and theys till can't find the other leg and they want to walk and it's a horrible loop

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twinsunstars · 6 months ago

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Follow the Stars - a Bad Batch epilogue fic

Hiiii! So I wrote this fast even though I need to do a lot of coursework, so I hope you enjoy this fic I whipped up (as a May the 4th treat) about what I think happened when Omega told her brothers she wants to join the Rebellion, me adding some little tiny things to the scene with Hunter and Omega at the end (though that scene was already so perfect), and some other touches I think you guys will love. I also felt like the others would be more okay with letting her go than Hunter, so I just wrote this quickly based on how I see things lol. Also, forgive me, I have no fashion sense.

Feel free to share with others, and i hope you enjoy! Let me know your thoughts, I'll be happy to hear them!

@magicandmundane you're going to enjoy this :D

read under cut here if you just want to read on here than AO3 (I appreciate all comments left anywhere :)

The sun was warm on Pabu. Another wonderful day for a stroll or a boat ride out on the waters. The island barely changed over time, staying safely away from the Empire’s hands and its residents living in harmony as the days went on.

Omega stretched her arms out. She looked in the mirror, expecting her morning hair out of the shower to be the usual frizzy blond locks needing a heavy brush, but it was actually somewhat neater for once. Omega gave herself a confident smile, tying up her layers into a ponytail and reaching for her red bandana. Hunter had given his old bandana to her as a gift after they had escaped Mount Tantiss all those years ago, and Omega felt like trying out some new hairstyles.

The battle at Mount Tantiss was so many years ago, and Omega still remembered every bit of the struggles she went through. They had won the battle, and everyone was safe and free to put aside their lives as soldiers, filling those days with warm sunshine, ice cones, and family time. Eva, Jax, Sami, and Baryn had been safely returned to their families after Rex managed to locate them. Omega missed them every day, praying for their safety as young Force-sensitives.

The Batch had settled themselves into a small home in the middle of the island Shep had offered them to take after it had been vacant for so long. Wrecker had taken the responsibility of decorating, and Echo had many debates with him about positioning certain objects so the home was kept neat and tidy. Omega’s room was the only place Wrecker wanted to do completely by himself, just as he had done when they had the Marauder. Wrecker had put up some orange string lights similar to the ones he had put up before, and he was lucky to find them in stock at a nearby shop run by a local. There were also some light curtains and soft bedding that Wrecker had put his heart into finding and setting up delicately so that his little sister would be comfortable.

Omega had recently returned to Pabu a few days back after a small scavenging mission with Phee, retrieving a golden heirloom that was adorned with feathers and crystals from the depths of a cave Phee had described as “spiritual and archaic”. They had found the heirloom near a mystic waterfall that Phee said was rumored to grant wishes and protect those who come by if an individual sprinkled some of its water over themselves. Intrigued, Omega had done it herself, relishing the pure scent of the beautiful waterfall. The heirloom was safely delivered to a family whose ancestors had created the heirloom to bring peace and divinity to their village.

Omega adored all the adventures she would have with Phee whenever she came by and still listened closely to her stories like she was still fourteen and mesmerized by the way Phee would narrate all of those adventures she had before meeting Omega. Often, her brothers would tag along mostly because Omega wanted them to go with and she wanted Crosshair to have his first treasure-hunting adventure. Even Lyana got her chance to attend her aunt on one of those adventures once she got a bit older and Shep allowed Lyana to experience worlds outside of her home. Lately, the squad who always called themselves the Bad Batch preferred staying close to home and staying safe rather than risking themselves in places they barely knew things about.

The Empire was heard to be growing stronger each day, though there were many rebels out there who did everything they could to slow down their work and fight to bring their tyrannical reign down. Echo was one of those rebels, continuing to fight with Rex and the other clones who had survived the rescue from Tantiss, all willing to keep up the rebellion they had started. Omega heard a lot of stories about the Rebellion from Echo, and she would sometimes hear things from Phee whenever she witnessed rebel activity anywhere she went. Omega had left fighting and being a soldier behind after Tantiss to allow her life to have a childhood and live peacefully with her family, but something about the Rebellion’s cause and determination pulled her heart closer to the fight that called her name in her dreams.

“Omega, you ready yet? The ship’s landing soon!”

Omega heard Wrecker’s call, adjusting her jacket and taking a quick look at the red and black skull patch she had added onto her jacket; the symbol of her squad. Echo was coming to visit today, and he was bringing Emerie along. Phee had also said she was coming back to Pabu today after visiting an old friend, and it was perfect timing. Omega had planned a dinner with all of her family, and it was her chance to reveal what she had been wanting to tell her family for so long.

“Coming!” Omega hurried out of her room, smiling wide at her younger brothers who were waiting in the family room. Her brothers gave her a bright smile, their wrinkles starting to become more and more visible.

With their accelerated aging, Omega’s brothers were growing day by day, the gray streaks visible in Hunter’s hair and beard. His soft hair had grown a bit longer, which he had tied some into a small ponytail while leaving the rest down. Crosshair started to grow a beard that matched the gray hair he was already born with, allowing his hair to grow around his burn scar, and there were more wrinkles near his eyes. Echo had given Crosshair the robotic hand he had obtained during the battle at Tantiss, keeping his scomp link arm, which was still really beneficial. Wrecker had grown a full beard that was growing more gray to balance out the dark brown, and he had grown a liking to it. They all didn’t quite have much of a strong soldier’s figure anymore, but they were still able to show their strength.

The three of them were dressed in casual clothes native to Pabu, as Hunter wore a blue and red sweater with a brown bandana that Omega made for him with a blue cardigan and brown pants. Crosshair wore a dark gray knitted sweater with black pants, and Wrecker wore a red shirt with dark orange baggy pants. All comfortable out of the armor they had long placed in the treasure hall on Pabu to cherish the memories.

“Come on, let’s go meet Echo,” Hunter said. Omega nodded, following her brothers outside to head to the landing zone.

Pabu’s local market was cheery as always with everyone heading in to grab a savory snack or an ice cone as a treat at this time of day. Mox, Stak, and Deke were helping out the citizens who were out fishing, catching a few themselves and making deliveries to the shops. They had grown to the standard height and appearance of a regular clone, styling their hair the way they liked it and relaxing in their comfortable clothes. The young triplets never got to experience the life of a soldier like they had dreamed since their birth, but they enjoyed the childhood the boys were able to create for themselves on the island.

Batcher pranced around the market on her morning stroll, saying hello to many locals and getting pets and scratches underneath her woven collar. The lady she had befriended during her first time on the island had grown older and sat in a chair near a stall selling handmade bracelets, as Batcher enjoyed spending time with her. Batcher was growing older in hound years, yet her playful nature kept her lively.

She noticed Omega walking by with her brothers, barking and running up to her family. Omega smiled at Batcher, walking alongside Hunter to the landing zone. Batcher settled herself near Crosshair, displaying her soft smile at the man she helped heal and take care of ever since she had run off Wayland.

The family was just in time as a large cargo ship headed its way towards the landing zone, slowly setting the engines low and touching the ground. The ship opened up its entrance, revealing Echo and Emerie. Echo visibly looked like an elder, heavy wrinkles forming on his face and his stubble beard growing in, likely not having enough time to shave lately. He was dressed in some new armor the clones had helped him put together and painted in a design of red, white, black, and blue–representing both his family in the 501st and the Bad Batch.

Omega hadn’t seen Emerie in a long while, and she was glad her sister could carve out some time to visit. Emerie hadn’t aged much in physical looks, but she had cut her brown locks into a shoulder length hairstyle, letting it fly freely. She had gotten rid of those rose-tinted glasses she was given when she worked at Tantiss, comfortable in a maroon shirt with a blue jean jacket and dark teal pants, dark brown heeled boots adding a small inch to her tall height. Emerie had a small thin necklace that was made out of silver and adorned with orange crystals; a gift from Senator Chuchi.

She walked alongside Echo off the ship’s ramp, smiling wide at her sister. Omega ran over to the two, embracing them in a group hug. Batcher barked and ran over, excited to see Echo again. “I’m so happy you’re safe,” Omega said to them.

Echo chuckled. “I’m still in one piece. The Empire can’t dull my strength.”

Echo continued to fight against the Empire with Rex and the other clones as the Rebellion continued to grow in numbers, and had helped many clones settle down and find their place in the galaxy. The clones may have been growing older, but the fire they had as soldiers kept them willing to fight for the right cause. Some had remained on Pabu, their choice being to live a peaceful life away from the fight and the torture. They had settled themselves down in homes, and two had gotten themselves married to locals on Pabu they had connected with.

“You’re still growing old,” Crosshair piped up with a grin. Echo got a look at his brothers, and they definitely did not look like the same young energetic clones he had gotten to meet after being rescued from Skako Minor. They all smiled at their older brother. Wrecker came in for a big hug, causing Echo to nearly suffocate. Emerie chuckled.

“It’s good to see you again, sister,” Emerie said, giving Omega a personal hug. Omega gave her a soft smile.

“You changed your hair again. I like it,” Omega said. Emerie returned the smile and brushed a hand on Omega’s cheek. Her sister had grown so beautiful and so strong.

Luckily, Phee’s ship had just touched down as well. Phee stepped out of her ship, which remained painted in the colors Tech had painted his armor in when she had first met him years ago. Phee honored his sacrifice that way, remembering the man she grew so affectionate of. Tech loved sharing so much with her; Phee just wished there was more time for her to share more of herself with him.

Phee headed over to the family, Omega giving her a hug. Gray streaks ran through Phee’s dark brown curls, adding more color to the gold she already had intertwined in her hair. Phee may have been growing older, but her beauty never faded away.

“You’re getting bigger every time I come back. You’re as tall as me now,” Phee said.

“She’s still our little girl,” Hunter added. Omega gave him a smile. She wasn’t all that little now, but she knew Hunter would always see her that way.

Phee let out a laugh. “Of course she is. Now, what’s this about a special dinner you’re going to set up?”

Omega gasped. “You are all going to love it. Lyana’s helping me set up right now and cook. It’s a gift from me to all of you.”

“We’ll help too!” Wrecker exclaimed, Batcher adding in a happy bark. Omega nodded, the family heading over to the upper levels of Pabu to help prepare the food and set the table together.

Omega walked with Emerie and Phee, happy that she would be getting a chance to spend quality time with the people she loved one more time before leaving.

“Have you told them yet?” Phee whispered to Omega.

Omega sighed. “No. But I plan to soon. At dinner.” Emerie, Phee, and Lyana were the only people she had told about what she planned to do. They were supportive of her choice, and now Omega just hoped her brothers would be as well. Especially Hunter.

“I have a feeling this will not go well.” Emerie continued to walk with her hands behind her back, a habit she had developed growing up. She had listened to Omega tell her about her wish a while back during a comm call together. Emerie was worried about her and didn’t know if she was ready to join a fight that big, but Omega was free to make her own choices. Emerie made her own choice to join Senator Chuchi and the others to fight against the Empire and share all she learned to know during her time there, and if Omega wanted to do the same, she would honor it.

Omega had a feeling it wasn’t going to go well either. But she had to give it a try. She lived the rest of her childhood on Pabu. It was time for her to set off on her own adventure.

***

As Pabu’s sun began to grow golden in color, the dinner table had been set. Lyana helped Omega set down a few salad and rice bowls, setting a plate of bread rolls in the center. The dinner table was surrounded by many delicacies popular on Pabu, commonly the fish and seaweed rolls most people loved.

Everyone settled themselves down at the dinner table, ready to eat. Echo had changed out of his armor, sticking to a gold sweater with some blue pants. Shep and Lyana joined in, and Batcher napped next to Crosshair, her belly full after asking for food samples while everyone was cooking.

“First, a moment to present a blessing,” Shep began. He reached his hand out to his daughter and Phee, who sat next to him. Everyone held their hands together.

“We thank everyone for this wonderful food, and for Omega to help put together a beautiful dinner. May her life be filled with safety and happiness, and may we all prosper for the future to come.”

Everyone nodded, beginning to eat. Omega stuffed a fish and seaweed roll into her mouth, chewing to try and avoid talking. She wanted to express her feelings to her brothers, but now that the opportunity has arrived, she was too nervous to open her mouth. Emerie noticed her nervousness, shooting her sister a look of comfort. Phee and Lyana silently ate, waiting for Omega to make her move.

Omega swallowed, looking at Emerie. Her eyes told Emerie that she was nervous and felt like she couldn’t do this. Emerie gave her a smile, believing in her. Everything would be okay.

“Omega, you’ve been quiet.” Crosshair broke the silence, making Omega’s shoulder’s jump. Crosshair had noticed his sister was acting uneasy ever since they were helping to cook, and he had a strong feeling she was hiding something. “Is there something wrong?”

Omega swallowed, setting her fork down. She took a strong inhale in, slowly nodding a yes.

Hunter, sitting next to Omega, placed a hand on her shoulder softly. “What is it, Omega? We’ll listen. We can help you.”

I hope you can. Omega exhaled, deciding to stand up. “I have an announcement to make.”

She looked at her entire family, observing their soft faces, waiting for their sister to speak. Omega hoped everything would be okay and they would understand, just like Lyana told her.

“I have decided to leave Pabu and join the Rebellion. I want to help fight them and end the Empire’s tyranny. I’m leaving tomorrow.”

The table was silent. Omega waited for a response before saying anything else. Her heart was racing, and she felt like she would start to cry at any moment. Phee, Lyana, and Emerie looked around the table, observing the Batch’s faces.

Echo was the first one to ignite a smile, and then Wrecker. “Kid, that’s great! You’ll bring the Empire down!” Wrecker exclaimed, proud of his sister.

Omega smiled wide. “So you’re okay with it? I can go and fight? I’ve already got in with Senator Organa and the coordinates from him, he’ll be so happy to hear-”

“No.”

The sharp tone diverted everyone’s eyes to Hunter. Omega blinked. “What?”

Hunter looked up at his young sister with strict eyes. “You’re not going to go fight in the Rebellion. You need to stay here.”

Omega wanted to cry. She had a feeling Hunter wasn’t going to accept this easily. “Hunter, please. I’ve lived my life away from the fight ever since we won. The Empire is growing stronger, and the Rebellion needs more people for their cause. I need to help them-”

“And what if the Empire captures you again?” Hunter stood up this time, ready to debate. “The Empire could hurt you again and keep you hidden. Take your blood, torture you until you can’t breathe.” Hunter wanted to cry. He couldn’t imagine Omega getting hurt out there with him nowhere near her to help her heal. “There’s so many deaths out there in the Rebellion, what if you can’t escape?”

“I can handle that!” Omega felt like screaming. ““Hunter, I’ve fought the Empire so many times when I was young. You all know how I managed to survive Tantiss mostly on my own. I’ve been trained my whole life for something like this. You all taught me how to fight and how to be a soldier, and this is my chance to use those skills to help the galaxy be safe.”

Hunter was about to add another rebuttal, but Echo took his spotlight. “Hunter, she’s right. Omega can’t just keep sitting around on the beach and relax. She wants to do more, and her chances are out there.”

Hunter looked sternly at Echo. “Echo, don’t encourage this.” He blinked. “Did you get the Rebellion into her head? Is this why she’s bringing it up and wants to leave?”

“And what if I did?” Echo snapped, making Batcher wake up. “Omega has always had that rebellious heart inside of her, and you know how strong she is. Hell, she’s even taught me a few tricks. She can do this.”

“Echo-”

“Echo’s right, Hunter,” Crosshair piped in. “As much as I don’t want her to go either, she’s had a lot of training, and we’ve protected her since we won that battle. You all have more than me. This is her chance to make a change in the galaxy. You know you won’t be able to stop her.”

“Crosshair, you know what they did to you. What if they try anything on Omega? I won’t allow anything to happen to a girl so young.”

“Hunter, I’m not a baby!” Omega exclaimed. “I’m as tall as Emerie, I know how to take care of myself. I’m not afraid of the Empire.”

Wrecker frowned, afraid to say a word to try and avoid Hunter yelling at him. But he never liked it when Omega and Hunter argued with each other. “Hunter,” he said softly. Hunter turned to him with an angry look, and Wrecker felt like shutting up. But he wanted to be supportive of Omega.

“Omega is a strong girl. We should give her a chance to live a life outside of Pabu. We had our life, it’s her turn. She wants to follow the stars.”

“Wrecker-”

“Hunter, breathe,” Shep advised. He didn’t want to say more, afraid that Hunter could get more angry. Wrecker breathed, thankful Shep stopped Hunter before he could yell at him.

“You’re not going anywhere. You’ll stay here, safe and sound.”

After saying that, Hunter looked at Omega. Her lips trembled, tears welling up in her eyes. Hunter’s anger went cold as he looked at his little girl who was about to cry.

“You had told me that I could be whatever I wanted. I’m choosing to become a Rebellion fighter, becoming a soldier just like you all were. Why won’t you support that?”

Before Hunter could say anything, Omega stormed off, tears streaming down her face. Hunter’s shoulder slumped. He knew he had just made a mistake. But how was he going to be able to fix it in a way that would make sure everything would be okay?

Lyana and Emerie went after Omega to make sure she was okay. The rest of the table remained silent, refusing to eat more. Batcher whined, worried about Omega. Crosshair gave her a pet and a glare at Hunter. The brothers stood up, leaving the table to head back into their home.

Phee stood up to leave to check on Omega. “You’ve got some thinking and making up to do, Hunter.”

Hunter exhaled. He sat down in his chair, pinching the bridge of his nose and wanting to let some tears out. Shep stood up, walking over to Hunter and putting a hand on his shoulder.

“Kids grow up fast. It was hard for me to let Lyana out of Pabu with Phee, but she’s old enough to go out and explore on her own. You helped Omega grow up and taught her everything she needs to know. You know she can do this.”

Hunter knows. He didn’t know what to do about it though. He didn’t want his little girl to leave.

***

Morning dawned with the small moonyos awake and squealing as they ran around the land. Batcher ran after them, while Crosshair tried to get her to stay with him on her daily morning walk.

Omega breathed in, looking out her window at the sky. She loved flying up there, and she would miss it.

She got her bag ready, placing it over her shoulder. Omega had a lot to do. She stepped out of her room, meeting Hunter standing in front of her. He held a plate filled with sliced fruit.

“How did you sleep?”

Omega tried to take the frown off her face, but she just couldn’t. She gave Hunter a small smile and a nod. “Good. I need to go meet Lyana in the treasure hall. I’ll be back.”

“How about some fruit? There’s some sliced meiloorun,” Hunter offered the plate, knowing it was one of her favorites.

Omega looked at the plate of fruit. She stepped forward, taking the entire plate off his hands for her way. “Thanks.” She quickly hurried out. Hunter wanted her to sit down and eat, but she had already left.

Hunter knew she was really upset, and he felt sorry for being really strict with her. Ever since they had picked her up off Kamino, she was always willing to help save and protect those who needed it most. She never stopped fighting for the clones who became subject to the Empire’s experiments, playing a vital role in bringing that to an end. Omega was his little fighter, and she wanted to fight more.

Hunter just didn’t know if he was ready to allow her to go and fight. He had to fix this.

***

Omega walked to the treasure hall with the fruit plate in hand and nibbled on a slice of meiloorun, taking in the scenery around her in the market. She loved the aromas swirling in the air, remembering the times she would buy a lot of the sweet sticky treats that were covered in maple syrup and served on a stick. She loved them so much, Crosshair had to stop her once so her teeth wouldn’t rot and her stomach wouldn’t hurt. Omega was happy her childhood could become full of things natural-born kids were happy to have: ice cones, sweet treats, games, and a good family.

Omega walked nearby the central tree on Pabu, looking up at its blooming leaves. She circled around the tree, kneeling down in front of it.

After Tantiss, the Batch had set up a small memorial for Tech. The memorial was made out of flowers Omega had chosen with her brothers and Phee, and a few of Tech’s favorite items that were salvaged (though burnt) from the Marauder’s explosion, all arranged in a circle. Omega often came by the memorial to talk to her brother.

“Hi, Tech. Today’s a big day. I’m going to go join the Rebellion and become one of their pilots. You taught me to fly, and now I can put what you taught me to use. I hope you’re doing okay. Phee always told me you’re flying up in the sky, watching over us every day. I hope you’ll be up in the sky with me.”

Omega placed a slice of fruit down and took out some flowers from her bag, setting them down on the memorial. She stood up, saluting her brother and giving him a smile. Omega knew Tech was always with her, and she was ready to take him with.

Omega reached the treasure hall, entering to meet with Phee, Emerie, and Lyana. “I brought fruit.”

They were ready to say goodbye before Omega headed on her way tonight. Last night, the three had consoled Omega, and Omega had decided that she was going to leave on her own terms. The three knew they couldn’t stop Omega if they tried; it was Omega’s new dream she wanted to chase.

Phee, Emerie, and Lyana gave Omega warm smiles. Lyana approached Omega and wrapped her in a hug. Letting go, she took out a small handmade bracelet from her pocket. “To remember me by. We’ll match too.” Lyana raised her hand, a bracelet on her wristing looking identical to the one she gave Omega.

Omega smiled, putting the bracelet on her left wrist. “It’s perfect.” She looked over at Phee and Emerie, who were standing near the most valuable treasures to Omega which remained in this hall. She approached the two treasures, stroking one of Lula’s ears. She stroked the ears of the tooka doll that was gifted to her by Wrecker when she was young, missing the times she had slept with Lula snuggled next to her. Tech’s goggles were settled next to Lula, now held gently in Omega’s hand. Omega chose to have his goggles remain in the treasure hall to keep it safe.

“You said you planned on taking them along. You sure you don’t want them to remain safe in here?” Emerie asked.

Omega turned around to Emerie. “Tech taught me to fly, and I’m going to become a pilot because of him. I want him to be with me all the time. And Lula would love to accompany me on the missions.”

“Brown Eyes would be so proud of you,” Phee said.

“He would let you go.” Omega heard Crosshair’s voice, just as he, Wrecker, and Echo walked into the room. Gonky was with them, honking noises happily.

Wrecker rubbed his arm. “We… we’re not ready to let you go either. But it’s your choice. And we’ll talk to Hunter.”

“We’ll make him understand. You deserve a life on your own, and the Rebellion would love to have you as a fighter,” Echo said.

Crosshair walked up to Omega. She had grown so much, and yet he tried to harm her when they first met, all because of that stupid Empire. He had left all that behind, staying loyal to his sister. “Give them hell, Omega. They’ll never see it coming.”

Omega smiled, unable to hold back tears. Except for Echo, her brothers were long retired from the fight, but they chose to be supportive of their sister’s choice to keep fighting, just like they had always done. She leaped into Crosshair’s open arms, hugging her little brother close. Wrecker joined in, letting Echo join the hug as well.

“Thank you.” Omega broke away from the hug, wiping tears away. “Let Hunter know how much I love him, and I will miss him.” Omega wished she could tell him in person. She wanted to try and reason with him, but she didn’t want to argue with him again like yesterday.

Her brothers smiled at her, proud of the girl they raised. Gonky honked, talking to Omega.

“You want to come with?” she asked Gonky. Gonky honked more. The droid had some fight left in them, and they wanted to be with Omega all the way, offering their help.

Omega smiled. “Of course you can come.”

“Try to comm us when you’re there, so we know you’re safe,” Crosshair said. Omega remembered how much he loved to check on her, making sure she was safe and protected in every corner. Omega nodded.

“Comm us anytime you can, we’ll be waiting to hear all about it,” Wrecker added.

“If you ever need me, I’ll be a call away,” said Echo.

“As will I. I always want to be connected with you,” Emerie smiled.

“You’ll be one of the strongest pilots of them all. Let me know if you find any ancient treasures, or if you want to hear any more stories,” Phee said.

“Promise to stay in touch?” Lyana asked.

Omega smiled warmly at her family. “I will. I promise.”

***

Hunter sat on a rock, listening to the waves while the breeze ran through his hair. He heard Batcher’s barks coming closer, smiling softly. She was always around whenever someone needed help or comfort.

Batcher sat down next to Hunter, rubbing her head next to his arm. Hunter petted her, looking out at the water. He remembered all the times he had spent with Omega here. Swimming in the water, playing catch with Batcher on the beach, going out for a morning walk together. All the beloved memories with his young sister. She was technically older than them, but to Hunter, she was always their kid. His kid.

“I’ve got to let her go, don’t I?”

Batcher looked up at Hunter, letting out a small whine.

“I know, it hurts me as much as it makes you sad. She’s growing up, and Omega’s right. We taught her how to fight. Now it’s time for her to become whatever she wants to be.”

Hunter sighed, looking over at Batcher. “Come on girl, let’s go give our young one a farewell.”

***

Pabu’s silent nights were beautiful as always, the lights glowing around the water. Omega could hear the birds’ chirps grow more distant as she packed in her room. Everyone was getting ready for bed, while Omega got ready to leave. She fixed up her hair and made sure she had everything packed in her bag, the rest of her items ready on her ship. Omega was going to miss her family and friends so much, but it was just like Tech said; Change was something that everyone needed to learn to accept.

Omega stopped by her brothers’ room, the door half-open. She slowly opened the door without trying to make a loud creak, wanting to say a silent goodbye as he slept.

Omega had decided to write a note for Hunter, telling him her choice and that she loves him. She knew her brothers would let him understand. While Hunter slept, Omega carefully left the note next to the lamp.

Omega breathed, ready to leave her home. She headed down to the caves and looked up once more at the glimmering island, the home she grew up in. Omega cherished all the memories made here, and she would carry them with her whenever she went.

Heading into the cave to reach her ship, Omega listened to the water dropping nearby. She reached the part of the cave where her ship was landed, kneeling down and turning on the lantern. Omega heard a bark, looking up to see Batcher and Hunter. Omega smiled.

Of course he would be here. He’s always near me whenever I need him. Omega stood up, heading over to her brother.

“Thought you could just sneak off? Time hasn't dulled all my senses.” Hunter had sensed Omega near him while she had put down the note. He had waited until she had fully left to sit up, reading the note. He knew he was going to try and go against her word, and his brothers already let her go. Batcher wanted to say goodbye too in person, so he had taken her along.

Omega laughed, sitting down next to Hunter. “This shouldn’t be a surprise. The Rebellion needs pilots now more than ever.”

Oh, Hunter knew. She had already left them once before for the sake of their protection. He knew Omega was willing to leave on her own terms to help protect others.

Omega sighed. She had to stand up to Hunter. “I made my choice, Hunter. I want to do more.”

Hunter swallowed. “And we want to keep you safe.”

Protecting Omega had become their life ever since they had took her off Kamino and saved her from the Empire’s hands. Omega knew how much he wanted to protect her. “You have. But I'm not a kid anymore. You don't have to worry about me.”

She had grown up, but Omega was always a kid in Hunter’s eyes. He could never get over how tall she got all of a sudden one day and how she couldn’t fit the clothes he had gotten for her anymore. Omega had gotten so big for Hunter way too fast, it felt like it was just last year that he held a small girl in his arms every night.

“You’re our kid, Omega. You always will be.”

Omega placed a hand on Hunter’s shoulder. “Hunter, you've all fought enough. This? It's my fight. I'm ready.”

Omega let go of his shoulder, standing up to head to her ship. Hunter wanted to reach his hand out. He didn’t want her to go at all. He wanted her to keep staying by his side. He wanted the little girl who would bury herself into his arms to remain with him every night, letting him sing her a lullaby to sleep.

Hunter sighed. “Yeah, I know you are. But I'm not.”

Omega turned to Hunter with a comforting smile. She gave Hunter a tight hug, holding her younger brother close. She let go, already missing his warm touch. She told him to keep an eye on her other brothers and Batcher.

Hunter nodded. He placed a kiss on her forehead, giving her a smile. “Off you go.”

Omega smiled. She hurried off to her ship, Gonky waiting for her to come onboard. She knelt down to Batcher, giving her some pets.

“Omega.” She stepped onto her ship, stopping when she heard Hunter.

“If you ever need us, we'll be there.”

Omega nodded, heading into her ship. She set her bag next to Lula, who sat in a chair, ready for the adventure. Omega powered up her ship, adjusting Tech’s goggles in front of her. She had decided to place them in front of her so she knew Tech would always be alongside her whenever she flew. The ship was ready to go, and so was she. Her adventures in the stars were calling her name. She looked over at Hunter, who gave her a salute. Omega returned it, ready to go.

The coordinates to the rebel base were in, and Omega lifted off, rising up to the night sky. Hunter watched her go with a proud smile on his face.

Batcher whined next to him, already missing her best friend. Hunter gave her a pet. “It’s all right girl. She’ll be fine.” Hunter switched the lantern off, looking back as Omega’s ship rose up to space. Batcher watched before following Hunter to head back home.

Hunter felt like crying, watching his little kid go. He knew she was strong, and she would be okay. She’ll be a strong fighter and a strong Rebel.

This was her calling. Omega was ready to follow the stars, as they would guide her to her destiny.

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Marked for Carnage - Chapter 1 (Juice Ortiz x OC Fic)

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A/N: This is chapter 1 of my Juice Ortiz x OC multi chapter fanfic. I am hoping to mesh this story line with all 7 seasons of SOA. This is an 18+ fic so if you are under 18 please do not interact or read. The themes may not hit 18+ for a few chapters but I intend them to as the story progresses. I apologize that there isn't much Juice x OC in this chapter, I was really wanting to set a foundation for my OC and how she is tied into this world. My asks are open if anyone has any questions about my OC. Also I aplogise if there are any errors, I have a toddler and a baby so I'm doing this on the fly. I hope you enjoy :)

Word Count: 2390 words

If there was one thing that Veronica Winston wished for it was that she had taken the job offer from Mercy General rather than St Thomas. Sacramento was close enough to Charming without being too close, but - being the push over that she was - she had let her father talk her into moving home. "Nothing's more important than family," he had stated, using her brother's recent release from prison to really drive the point home. Now here she was, stalking the hallways of St Thomas Hospital, the scent of antiseptic flooding her nose, as she followed the directions given to her by the admin staff to the nearest elevator. She had just about ran from the desk when the lady behind it asked if she was related to "those Winston's."

She pulled her long, dark hair out from the ponytail she'd put it in, hoping it would provide some kind of barrier between her and anyone who may recognize her. It had been nearly 10 years since she had last stepped foot in Charming. Her stomach had been lead weight since she had driven past the welcome sign at the edge of town. She jabbed the elevator button as she stopped in front of the closed doors, tapping her foot impatiently. She quickly scanned the area behind her, regretting the action as soon as her eyes met his. Jax Teller. Quickly she looked away and hoped that he hadn’t seen her.

"Ronnie?" She sighed when he called her name. Shoving her phone into the pocket of her scrubs she turned and smiled at him. "Hey Jax," she sent a silent prayer to the elevator gods that the stupid thing would hurry up and arrive. "Jesus, how long has it been?" he asked, pulling her into a quick one armed hug. "Nearly 10 years," she shrugged, kicking the toe of her shoe on the linoleum. "Yeah I guess so… your Pops didn’t say anything about you being back in town?" he asked, adjusting his cut. Her eyes found the Vice President patch sewn there. She raised her eyebrows. "I ah… asked him not to tell anyone. Ope too." Jax cocked an eyebrow and angled his head in question. "Alright…" he murmured. "I'll keep this under wraps then." Ronnie smiled appreciatively.

"You visiting someone?" she asked. His face dropped and suddenly she regretted asking him. "My kid is up in the NICU. He had surgery last night." Ronnie sighed and shook her head. "Shit Jax, I hope everything's ok." He shrugged and glanced down the hallway. "He's looking ok. Strong little guy. Shit with Wendy ya know…" he shrugged. "Damn, she still not got her shit together?" she asked. Jax shook his head. "Well he is a Teller. I'm sure he will pull through." Jax grinned proudly and nodded. "Well, you should come by Gemma's place sometime. She's still in the same house. I'm sure she would love to see you," Jax began to make his way down the hallway, throwing a wave behind him as he left. "Yeah, sure," Ronnie mumbled half heartedly. The elevator doors finally opened and Ronnie got in, pressing the button for the bottom floor. She found the doors she was looking for, the sign above indicating that she had reached the morgue. Of course, it would be strange to admit that she felt at home in a morgue. Which is why she never said it out loud. But it was true. Pulling her hair back into it's ponytail she walked through the doors, ready for a fresh start.

10 hours later Ronnie stood in the parking lot, stretching her back as the balmy early evening air settled around her. It appeared that being an assistant medical examiner in Charming wasn't going to be as fast paced as her previous location. She had spent part of her morning reviewing the one case they currently had open - a hit and run that had happened in the Charming jurisdiction although only by literal centimetres - and then the rest of her time she archived historical paperwork and counted down the minutes until her scheduled breaks. Ronnie groaned at the pain in her back, cursing herself for sitting with shitty posture for her whole shift, when suddenly someone cleared their throat. She turned and spotted the row of Harley's parked against the curb.

A guy around her age, with golden brown skin and a mohawk with two tattoos inked either side of it, sat on the bike at the very end. He was sporting one of the most gorgeous smiles she had ever seen and he was directing it at her. Ronnie's stomach buzzed, but she told it to pipe down when she spotted the cut she was wearing - one with a patch identical to her brother and fathers. She looked around in case he was looking at someone else, but they were the only two souls in the lot. "Nice ink," he said, jutting his chin in her direction. She looked down at her right arm, as if noticing the various designs tattooed there for the first time. Feeling her face warming, she met his stare. "Thanks, you too," she murmured, before walking to her car and hastily getting behind the wheel. Putting the key in the ignition she started it up, cursing and looking back at the man on the bike in her mirror as the engine coughed and sputtered before starting up. Pulling out of the lot, Ronnie began her journey home.

Juice smirked as he watched the black Toyota SUV pull out of the hospital parking lot. He had never seen the woman who had driven it away before, but the fullness of her hips and the soft curving of her waist had him wanting to see more of her. Juice would admit that it didn't take much to rev his engine but the way she had raised her eyebrow at him in indifference, how her tattoos covered the soft looking skin of her arm and the groan she let out as she stretched her back… almost had him adjusting himself in his pants. "Hey idiot," Tig smacked him up the back of the head. "What's got you so goddam happy?" Juice only grinned and shook his head. "Just thinkin' about Sack and that deer." Tig laughed and pointed straight at him. "Bet you're glad you're not the bottom of the food chain no more, huh?" Juice nodded as he watched the rest of his brothers exit the hospital, strapping his helmet on and starting up his dyna.

Ronnie sat on the small sofa in her loungeroom, an open beer on the coffee table and a microwaved dinner on her lap. She aimlessly flicked through channels, stopping briefly on the local news channel when she saw the headlines "San Leandro Warehouse Fire, Multiple Deaths." "Jesus Christ," she mumbled, taking a sip of beer. Suddenly, her phone ringing pulled her attention from the tv. Flicking it open, she saw her father's landline number and answered. "Hey Pop," she smiled. "Hey sweetheart," her father's rough timber came through the receiver. "How was your first day?" Ronnie smiled. She had missed this. Her father only really called once every couple of months when she had been gone from Charming, and she was certainly guilty of avoiding calling him. But since being back he seemed to really be interested in what was happening in her life.

"It was good dad, same shit different state really." Piney laughed. "Well that's good to hear, Ron, good to hear." She rolled her eyes at the nickname. "Listen, I was going to head over to Opie and Donna's place for dinner. Why don’t you come too? See the kids and say hello," Piney trailed off, leaving the buzz of the phone line ringing in Ronnie's ears. "I don’t know dad, I mean… I've already had dinner and," she paused, blowing out a sigh. "I don’t think Ope would want me there." Her father grunted on the other end, no doubt rolling his eyes identically to the way she had moments beforehand. "He's your brother. Of course he wants you there," he said. Ronnie closed her eyes. "Alright, I'll come see them. Do you need a ride?"

Ronnie pulled up out the front of her brothers house, parking her car next to Piney's trike. She made her way up the path to the front door, wringing her hands together in anxiety. She tersely rapped her knuckles against the door, her stomach in knots. Donna pulled the door open, her eyes widening at the site of her sister-in-law. "Veronica!" she exclaimed, glancing back into the house. "I didn’t know you were coming," Donna said, awkwardly smiling. "Oh, shit sorry, I thought dad might have said something. He kind of… invited me I guess," Ronnie said. Trust Piney to not say shit. "It's fine," Donna stepped aside, motioning for Ronnie to enter. "Come in. I've just served dinner, are you hungry?" Ronnie shook her head as she entered the house. "Nah I already ate. Thanks though." She continued to blindly follow the hallway, hoping she was going the right way.

The hall opened up into the dining room and Veronica stopped short as she saw Piney, Opie and her niece and nephew, Ellie and Kenny, sitting at the table with plates in front of them. "Hey," Ronnie cleared her throat. "Hey Ope. Hi Ellie, Kenny." She waved at the kids. They awkwardly waved back, glancing at their dad. Opie dropped his fork, making Ronnie and the kids jump as it clattered against his plate. "Ope?!" Donna started from behind Ronnie. "Not hungry," he grunted out before he made his way out the back door into the backyard, slamming the door behind him. The silence in the room was deafening as Ronnie internally fought with what she should do next. She smiled at the kids again before she followed her brother through the door. Opie sat on a porch swing that was in the back corner of the backyard, a lit cigarette between his lips.

Ronnie made her way over to him, her black boots scuffing along the short patched of turf and dirt. "Those things will kill ya, you know," she motioned to his cigarette. Opie ignored her, taking a long drag. "Look, Ope…" she began, pushing her hands into her pockets. "I know you’re not my biggest fan right n-" "You really think you can just come back like you didn’t just drop off the face of the earth for 10 years?" he cut her off. Ronnie sighed, running her hand over her hair, gathering it over one shoulder. "Dropping off the face of the earth is slightly dramatic, don’t ya think?" Opie met her eyes, his mouth a hard line. "Dad was already sick before you left and you just disappearing only made him worse. You missed my wedding!" he took a another draw of his cigarette. "My kids hardly even know their Aunt…" he laughed without humour and shook his head. "And you just walk in and say hi? You really think that would be it?"

Ronnie sighed and sat next to her brother on the porch swing. "I'm… I'm sorry Ope. I couldn't stay," she cracked her knuckles, habit her mother always scolded her for when she was little. "I honestly didn’t realise I'd hurt you this bad." Opie shook his head, knocking his knee against Ronnie's. "You're my baby sister," he mumbled. "We already had so much time apart after mom and dad divorced. It felt like I had gotten you back for a little while and then you just took off." Ronnie's heart sank. She never gave her brother much credit for just how much he loved his family - although he didn’t always show it. "Shit Ope. You know I didn't do it to hurt you. I had to get away. Away from," she swallowed thickly, her skin crawling. "Him." Opie scoffed. "You know we wouldn’t have let him put his hands on you. Me, Pops. Shit even Jax would put a bullet in his head before he let you get hurt."

Ronnie shook her head. "But he did put his hands on me Ope. Distance," she sighed. "Distance felt like the best option. And this place. This town," she motioned with her hand. "Everywhere I went it felt like him. Felt like he had tainted it somehow. Even being back now," she shivered, running her hands up and down her arms. "I'm sick to my stomach Ope. He could pop up anywhere." Opie turned to his sister, his stare cutting her off. "You see one glimpse of him, you tell me. I won't let that shit stain near you." Ronnie smiled flatly, patting Opie's back and standing. "Yeah yeah, I'll put you on speed dial," she smiled. Opie huffed a laugh and stood. Ronnie smiled and pulled him into a brief hug. "Still not okay with you going ghost," he said. She nodded, pulling away. "I know. But I'm here now. And I'm gonna make up for these last 10 years."

Ronnie walked arm in arm with her father to where their vehicles were parked. "Well after your brothers tantrum, that all seemed to go okay," Piney said, leaning over to kiss his daughter on the head. "Yeah Pops, you know Ope. He's soft at heart. Won’t be long and I'll be back in his good books," she smiled, watching Piney climb aboard his trike. "You working tomorrow sweetheart?" he asked, buckling his helmet on. She nodded, unlocking her SUV. "Yeah I'm always working." Piney smiled, his old heart warming knowing there was no longer distance between him and his two kids. "Alright, I'll follow you home. Make sure you get there safe." Ronnie began to protest and then remembered her conversation with her brother. "That would be great, thanks Pop." She slid into the drivers seat of her car and tried to start the engine. The car coughed and chugged once before it conked out completely. "Piece of shit," she slammed her hands against the wheel. Piney lifted his arms in a questioning manner. She jumped out. "Car won’t start." Piney motioned back to Opie's house. "Get your brother to drive you home, I'll get someone from TM to come tow your car to the garage tomorrow." Ronnie sighed and bid her father farewell before she made her way back up the path towards Opie's house.

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Regressor Lord Raiden w/ CG Liu Kang & Kung Lao (Fic) Pt 1

"Liu, Lao, are you awake?" Raiden ask, peaking his head into the room.

"Lord Raiden? What are you doing up at this time?" Liu Kang panicked, knocking over his and Kung Lao's janga tower. "We weren't- Kung Lao and I-!"

". . . You were losing anyways," Kung Lao huffed, picking up their blocks.

Raiden didn't feel like lecturing the boys for being up past bedtime. Normally, he would.

But he couldn't.

Tonight, he just couldn't.

The tournament had been won, the danger was past. Johnny, Sonya, Jax, and all of the champions were staying with them for the time being, receiving awards for their bravery in a few days.

Raiden couldn't help but feel relieved. They had won, Liu Kang had won. There was no death, his almost sons were alive. His other friends were alive.

"Are you busy?" Raiden asked, fiddling with his robes.

"Not . . . really, just playing a bit of janga," Kung Lao said. "Is everything okay Lord Raiden?"

"How old are you, Rai?" Liu Kang asked, noticing Raiden's hair was down. Rarely was it ever out of his cap. Unless he was regressed, it was always hidden. But currently, it was pulled back into a simple ponytail, what he usually wore when he was small.

Raiden couldn't help it, he broke down on spot.

He hadn't meant to start crying, honestly!!

But it had been so long since he had regressed, pushing the feeling off for months and months and-

he didn't mean to, he really didn't. But with the tournament coming up, and everything he had to do to be prepared-

And Liu Kang needed his Dada!! involuntarily regressing very small for months because of the amount of stress and training it took to become the tournament's Champion.

And it had taken a toll on Kung Lao too. Working himself to the point of exhaustion to try to catch up to Liu Kang. Trying his best to also watch Liu Kang, and not regress himself.

Both boys needed their Dada, and Raiden couldn't deny them that. Not when he was asking them to risk their lives for the sake world.

The responsibility was so much to put onto the boy(s).

Don't get Raiden wrong, he adored watching after Liu Kang and Kung Lao. But he himself had pushed off his regression for so long, he couldn't do it anymore.

"Rai? Are you okay?" Liu Kang asked softly.

"He obviously isn't okay, Liu!" Kung Lao snapped, walking over and pulling Raiden into a hug. Although it was obvious he was just as concerned as Liu Kang was.

"There is no need to snap, Kung Lao," Liu Kang said, gently grabbing Raiden's hand. "Hey, can you tell us what's wrong?"

"Nuffings wrong," Raiden shook his head, trying to wipe his face. Liu Kang got him a tissue. Although instead of letting him dry his own tears, Liu Kang did it for him, going on his tippy toes as Raiden leaned down slightly. "Just reflieved."

"Relieved?" Kung Lao double-checked.

"Your otay," Raiden shrugged. "I sorry. Don't- Don't mean to cry!"

But as Raiden said that, his voice cracked, and more tears flowed.

"Oh no, no, sweetheart!" Liu Kang frowned, holding Raiden close. "You're okay, cry as much as you want."

"Yeah, the bad bad men are gone now. They can't hurt any of us," Kung Lao gently said. "We're too tough, remember? We beat them?"

Raiden nodded, feeling horrible and icky. The two men lead him to Liu Kang's bed, letting him sit down on the comfy mattress.

It was rare that Raiden ever fully regressed; he had always been more of an age dreamer.

But he slipped.

And he slipped hard.

He felt so scared, so terrified.

But also so relieved and happy.

He had been so stressed for months. So worried for his champion's health, for their lives! It felt like all emotions he had been holding in were all trying to leave his body.

He felt horrible for dumping all these emotions onto Liu Kang and Kung Lao.

Although, the two boys didn't mind one bit.

Raiden had always been there for them. Through thick and thin. Getting them out of trouble, helping improve their powers, watching them when they needed someone.

It took a good while for Raiden's tears to calm down into soft whimpers and hiccups. During this time, his thumb had made its way to his mouth.

Either Kung Lao or Liu Kang would have told him that's unsanitary, but neither wanted to upset the God once again.

"You okay there, kiddo?" Kung Lao asked, receiving a small nod. "Well I'm glad. Big feelings can be pretty tough to deal with sometimes, huh?"

Raiden nodded, "Mhm . . . 'M sorry for-"

"Now don't you even start that!" Liu Kang gently scolded him. "We're here for you Lor- Erm, Rai, no matter what. All you needed was a good cry and some comforting, right? How old are you feeling?"

Raiden shrugged, he was never good at knowing what age he was. Mortal ages confused him,

Kung lao thought about it, "When was the last time you slipped?"

Raiden hiccuped, shaking his head as he rubbed his eyes. Kung Lao regretted his question, snatching one of Liu Kang's tissues and drying his eyes.

"Oh it's been a bit of time, hasn't it baby?" Kung Lao asked, receiving a shakey nod. "Well that won't do at all!! We've gotta make sure our little guy here feels completely loved and comforted, right Liu Kang?"

"Right! Little Guy over here's just feeling some big emotions, nothing to fuss about anymore," Liu Kang squeezed Raiden's shoulder. "We can get some crayons and a coloring book! You like animals, Rai?"

Raiden gave a small nod, sucking his thumb. Kung Lao would have replaced it with a paci, but thinking about it, Raiden didn't have any regression items like that. . . Oh! But he did have his favorite blanket!! A gift Fujin got him when Raiden first began regressing.

"Hey, how about I go over to your blankie?" Kung Lao offered. "I'm sure it'd be really comfy right now, wouldn't it?"

"Be back, right?" Raiden asked, seeming panicky as he suddenly grabbed Kung Lao's shirt tightly.

"Of course I'll come back," Kung lao forced a smile, kissing Raiden's forehead. "And you'll stay with Liu Liu until I come back, right?"

Raiden nodded again. Kung Lao kissed the top of his head before slowly leaving the room.

"Alright, I've got- Woah!" Liu Kang stumbled slightly as Raiden tackled him with a hug. "We got a cuddle bug on our hands?"

"Mhm," Raiden nodded, grabbing Liu Kang's shirt tightly. "Don't leave. Pease don't leave."

"I'm not going anywhere, Rai," Liu Kang said, sitting Raiden back onto his bed. He went to sit beside him, but Raiden pulled him onto his lap, snuggling Liu Kang as if the Champion was a teddy bear. "Oh! Alright, we can cuddle. How about we choose what page we wanna color?"

By the time Kung Lao came back with Raiden's favorite blankie, Liu Kang and Raiden were still trying to find a page.

Raiden didn't know what page he wanted!! It wasn't his coloring book, he really shouldn't be using it. There were a few he liked, but what if one of the other two liked them? He didn't wanna steal a page from them!

"Woah! Those are some pretty pictures, right Rai?" kung Lao asked, trying to get the boy to choose one. Kung Lao wrapped the blankie around Raiden's shoulders.

"Very pretty," Raiden agreed.

"Any you like?" Liu Kang asked. They had practically gone through the book twice by now.

Raiden hesitated on a page, but shook his head, "No."

"Liu go back a page. Here, I'll color this side, you color that side!" Kung Lao offered, noticing how nervous Raiden looked. "Would that be nice?"

Raiden liked that idea.

Kung Lao was an expert at coloring, even if he had to color upside down. The coloring book sat on Liu Kang's lap, mostly so Raiden could continue to use him as a teddy bear.

"Your lap sucks for coloring," Kung Lao complained.

"It is quite literally not my fault," Liu Kang rolled his eyes. "Right Rai? Lao's being silly."

"Very silly," Raiden agreed.

"Psh, backstabber," Kung Lao joked, poking Raiden's arm. "Don't agree with Liu, he's being a meanie."

"You started it," Liu Kang countered him.

". . . And a liar? Can you believe him Rai?"

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