#wheres the scrawny bee gif

[brooklynislandgirl]

RULES.  repost, don’t reblog

TAGGED.  @lokitheliesmith  {{mahalo! my dearest}}

TAGGING. Be Fae, steal memes

BASICS.

FULL NAME. Elizabeth Irene Riley (birth certificate: Elikapeka Ailine Alohaekaunei kahanuola'Ilikea'wahine Riley )

NICKNAME. Beth

BIRTHDAY. 28 June

ETHNIC GROUP.  Pacific Islander {Rokea Kinfolk}

NATIONALITY.  American {{Sovereign Kingdom of Hawai’i}}

LANGUAGE.   Beth is fluent in: Hawai’ian Pidgin {her language of choice},  English, Latin.  She’s conversational in: Japanese, Russian, Italian, French, Mandarin and Cantonese.  She can speak some: (modern) Greek, occasional Spanish, Romanian, some Gaelic. She made a point of learning Kikongo, Masalit, and Beria (the first a language of the Democratic Republic of Congo, the later two spoken in Darfur, where she spent time serving with Médecins Sans Frontières {Doctors without Borders}

SEXUAL ORIENTATION. Demi-sexual, quoiromantic {{your guess is as good as hers}}

RELATIONSHIP STATUS. n/a

CLASS. 1% Wealthy/Upper class, {{Ali’i class}}

HOME TOWN / AREA. Honolulu, O’ahu, Hawai’i 

CURRENT HOME.  Bay Ridge, Brooklyn, New York

PROFESSION. ER Nurse, technically has an MD but dropped out during her residency.

PHYSICAL.

HAIR.  Rich dark brown, shoulder length-to mid back. Thick, soft, professionally styled.

EYES. Green/brown hazel {heterochromia}, naturally thick lashes.

NOSE. Small, straight. crinkles at the corners of her eyes when she genuinely smiles

FACE. Delicate features, high cheek bones, wide eyes, clearly bi-racial

LIPS. Soft, full lower lip, perfectly shaped upper cupid’s bow.

COMPLEXION.  Tawny brown/olive tone, a “warm” autumn, with red and yellow tints to skin and hair. Beth, being half Irish and half Polynesian falls under “ambiguously ethnic” and depending on style choices and sun exposure can range from almost a light complexion to deeply tan.

BLEMISHES. She has a fine little series of freckles around her mouth and across the bridge of her nose. Someone would have to look close to even notice them. There are the occasional freckles on her shoulders and down her back, as well.

SCARS. Shark Bite from just above her ankle, to just below of her knee of her left leg. The scar is deep, the muscle within appears atrophied, and a good portion was torn away. The surgery to repair it left her left leg fractions shorter than her right, and when she’s on her feet for too long, she often displays a limp. When she has to make public appearances, or goes to the beach, she will hide it with a minor illusion.

TATTOOS. She has a turtle tattoo whose shell is filled in with the Hawai’ian archipelago and a hibiscus on her left back hip. She has a Tree of Life tattoo just below her neck and between her shoulder blades. She has a three-stud sub-dermal piercing along the inside of her right hip.

BUILD.  Beth barely stands five feet tall, and tends to weigh between 90 and 96 pounds. If someone is being generous, she has been called petite, and slender. Beth sees herself as stunted and scrawny. She is perpetually underweight, despite her natural athleticism, and her curves are fairly modest, though she does have a rather lovely backside by western standards.

ALLERGIES. Bees, penicillin, latex, velvet. 

USUAL HAIR STYLE. Beth hasn’t worn her hair naturally in years, but often wears it up in braids, buns, or pony-tails for work reasons.

USUAL CLOTHING. She spends a majority of her time in scrubs. She often wears business suits, or couture gowns for charitable efforts, but is most comfortable wearing as little as possible: bikinis/sleeveless blouses, long flowing skirts.

PSYCHOLOGY.

FEAR. The Dark. Heights. {{Being abandon/rejection/being alone}}

ASPIRATION.  n/a

POSITIVE TRAITS. Beth is kind, caring, soft, compassionate, loving, understanding, charitable. She is highly intelligent, a talented witch, a staunch champion of others. She will go above and beyond for others, and will befriend literally anyone or anything.

NEGATIVE TRAITS. Shy, envious, deep-seated rage, self-sabotaging, self-critical to the point of hatred, exceptionally emotional. Easily feels slighted. Can be clingy, stubborn, or petulant.

VICE HABIT. Chronic insomniac, tends to drink wine to cover up feelings.

FAITH. Raised as a devout roman catholic. Has come to realise most gods are really just unfeeling bastards.

GHOSTS? She knows a few.

AFTERLIFE? Yes

REINCARNATION? Yes

ALIENS? She knows a few of these, too.

POLITICAL ALIGNMENT. Beth abhors human politics.

ECONOMIC PREFERENCE. She could live happily with absolutely nothing but the earth beneath her feet and all her worldly possessions in a sea-bag. But that’s easy to say as one of the richest people on the planet.

SOCIOPOLITICAL POSITION. She wishes people would quit ruining the world.

EDUCATION LEVEL. Master of Nursing Science. Medical Doctorate {Neurosurgery}. Highly talented Life/Blood witch, near professional surfer, 

FAMILY.

FATHER. R. Admiral Brian C. Riley

MOTHER.  Iwalani Kahanaui Stern {formerly Riley}

SIBLINGS.  Andrew Riley- brother {deceased}, Jayden Morgan- hanai sister, William Manderly brother {unknown}

EXTENDED  FAMILY.  Drinks the Bitter Water - maternal grandfather,  Anakone Kahananui - maternal uncle,  Makaimakoa {Mike} Kahanui- maternal cousin, Tony DiNozzo- paternal cousin,  Aislinn Riley- paternal aunt, Phil Coulson - hanai uncle, Loki Friggjarson, Hela Lokadottir- hanai daughter niece. 

NAME MEANING.  Elizabeth: God is my Oath, Irene: Peace, Alohaekaunei: Love alights here

HISTORICAL CONNECTION. n/a

FAVOURITES.

BOOKS. The Princess Bride but she reads everything

MOVIES. The Princess Bride and Tombstone

MUSIC. Everything but “Death metal”

DEITY. ...next question?

HOLIDAY.  Mabon, the second harvest

MONTH.  September

SEASON.  Autumn/Winter

PLACE.   Kalokoiki, on the North Shore, the Banzai pipeline.

WEATHER. rainy nights, dawn right before or after a storm when the waves are perfect.

SOUND.  The sea, her brother’s singing

SCENT.  lei flower {plumeria}, sandalwood, sea air

TASTE. li ming hui // honey // coffee // blood

FEEL. water // skin

ANIMAL. Cat, turtles, sharks

NUMBER. 3

COLOR. Purple

EXTRA.

TALENTS. Dancing, surfing, knitting, drawing

BAD AT. People. Hearing things in general. Cannot cook to save her life.

TURN ONS. Kindness. Intelligence. Someone who can challenge and engage her. Caresses along the small of her back, biting

TURN OFFS.  Daddy-kinks, roses.

HOBBIES. Reading, surfing, hiking

TROPES. Manic Pixie Dream Witch // A Mistake is Born // Earth Mother // Granola Girl // 

AESTHETICS.  The sea, lava, blood, shy smiles, sharks.

FC INFO.

MAIN  FC. Kristin Kreuk

ALT  FC. This woman

OLDER  FC.   None

YOUNGER  FC. Aubrey Anderson-Emmons

VOICE  CLAIM.  - Kristin Kreuk

[the-expose-on-girls]

To the high-school-age guys feeling discouraged because they "aren't attractive enough" to get a girl... 

JUST YOU WAIT

After high school, many girls' standards and preferences change dramatically! The popular blond worship team dream girl at my church, who once idolized Harry Styles, settled down with a guy who looks like a seasoned ex-convict. The high school cheerleader who rejected every guy who wasn't the stereotypical star quarterback ended up with a flannel-loving "dad bod" type guy. My church's ballet princess queen bee married a scrawny man going bald at 35. The flirty theater girl doubled her weight and got engaged to a man who looks like sasquatch. The girl who was obsessed with Channing Tatum married a geek. I could go on and on with stories of girls I've known settling down with guys who looked nothing like their highschool celebrity crushes.

Post-highschool, many girls subconsciously switch to prioritizing money and personality over magazine cover looks. Be patient until then and in the meantime, start laying the foundation for a future where you have unmatched emotional maturity and can provide financial stability.

Don't waste your time and energy, now, on immature girls with shallow, fickle interests.

[msmacabre310]

Encanto Big Bang Sneak Peek

I've seen a few folks post sneak peeks of their @encantobigbang pieces and I couldn't resist putting up a snippet of my own. Let's just say that if you're a fan of Agustín, young triplet shenanigans, or (most importantly) drunk!Bruno, this fic will be right up your alley.

Eventually, they arrived at the edge of town just as dusk began to settle, with the last few vendors in the market clearing out their stalls and loading their wagons for the long trip home. Relief tinged Bruno’s sigh as he saw something on the horizon that indicated their destination was near. And that was when he began to drag Agustín past the edge of town, into a part of the Encanto that was decidedly not the town. A part of the Encanto Agustín avoided. A part of the Encanto where Bruno, despite all his botched efforts to threaten him, unintentionally (?) managed to threaten Agustín so well that he had to start dragging him by the hand just to get him to follow.

A part of the Encanto where, generally speaking, bees liked to live.

"Oh, we shouldn’t go this way," Agustín started, eyes trained on a massive beehive looming under the branch of a nearby tree. "I'm kind of allergic to bees."

Bruno whipped his head around so fast Agustín was momentarily startled that it hadn't come off. "People can be allergic to stuff? Here?"

"Uh - afraid so." But Bruno hadn't stopped tugging them closer to the thing. "Hey, can we - what are you doing?"

"'s the only way there. I mean, don't bees sleep? At night or something." Good lord, for how scrawny the man was, his sheer level of insistence kept Agustín from resisting his pull, too curious to make any attempts to preserve his own life. "Besides, you must have some of Juli's food."

"I don't have any food!" Agustín squeaked. 

Bruno stopped short, but Agustín's momentum didn't. The combination of the height difference and physics made him trip over Bruno, sailing in a graceful arc face-first into the ground. Bruno somehow managed to not release his grip on the other man's hand, meaning that to the casual observer - of which there were many - it looked an awful lot like he had just tried to beat the life out of him. "But you're dating her!"

"E-exactly!"

"Whaddya mean, 'exactly'?"

Agustín attempted to hold his hands up in surrender, which again was complicated by Bruno's refusal to let go of his hand. He changed the subject. "Don't you have food?"

"No!"

"But you're related to her!"

"Exactly!"

[maggotmouth]

          hillo sexthy legends !!   i’m nora and i’ll be writing margo colby n probs sm1 else bcos lets be real, i lack self-control. u can find her pinterest here n some info abt her sexy self below the cut. plot with me on discord ( hot girl midsommar#8664 ) or in my ims !!  x o x

     * CAMILA MORRONE, CIS WOMAN + SHE / HER  | you know MARGO COLBY, right? they’re TWENTY-THREE, and they’ve lived in irving for, like, ELEVEN YEARS? well, their spotify wrapped says they listened to SCRAWNY BY WALLOWS  like, a million times this year, which makes sense ‘cause they’ve got that whole BLEACH WHITE SNEAKERS POUNDING ON A GYMNASIUM FLOOR, USING THE SAME BLUNT SCISSORS TO HACK THE SLEEVES OFF AN EXES T-SHIRT THAT YOU USE TO CUT YOUR 3AM FRINGE, A WALNUT-SHAPED ACHE IN THE PIT OF YOUR STOMACH FOR THE PERSON YOU COULD HAVE BEEN thing going on. i just checked and their birthday is AUGUST 8TH, so they’re a LEO, which is unsurprising, all things considered. ( nora, 25, gmt, she/her )

CLICK ANYWHERE ON THIS SENTENCE FOR SEXII GOOGLE DOC!!

bullet point summary of margo.

—   born margaret but NOBODY calls her that. its colby, coach or margo, and go to the privileged few. margo grew up in the creek commune n then dropped out of school cos of a teenage pregnancy so she was a bit of a cautionary tale back in’t’day (said tht in my yorkshire accent). she now works for summer camps coaching pee wee soccer and pee wee cheer, as well as helping out her beekeeper dad on his honey farm, which is jst north of abernathy creek, and working at scuba on the off seasons.

—  its just her and her dad, and has been for as long as she can recall !! everything she knows about her mum could fit on the back of the weathered passport photo she keeps in her wallet of a stranger who shares her face - her name’s melody, or at least tht was name she used when working as a dancer, she’s from argentina and dropped mag’s dad as soon as someone w more money came along.

—  margo’s father is a beekeeper with his own organic honey company. margo and her dad moved to irving in the early 00s, the summer between grade school and middle school, because her dad had heard about the communal living in abernathy creek and wanted to lend his skills there and live off the fatta the land in a very lenny from of mice and men kinda way.

—  for a few years of middle school margo was bullied for living with the ‘freaks from the creek’, but when they realised how chill her dad was with underage drinking, margo ‘keg-bringer’ colby soon gained popularity among the more renegade students. every so often, the high school parties would happen at her end of town, occasionally with members of the commune even offering the high schoolers a spiritual experience they’d never forget (often in the form of mushrooms) which meant people tried to stay on her good side. to get an invite to a margo colby party handed you a free pass to make up the most ridiculous shit about the commune you liked and nobody else could say anything, because they’d never been to the creek.

—  at school, margo had a lot of ‘behvioural issues’ bcos of undiagnosed adhd, she found it difficult to sit still for hours n write down huge chunks of information n her restlessness was seen as laziness. she was encouraged to do sports, as were most of the kids who weren’t that academically inclined, but she turned out to be pretty hot shit at sprinting, because she grew up surrounded by bee houses and he who runs slowest gets stung, baybeyy!! so yea, in school sports became her LIFE. she was gonna get a sports scholarship to college but ended up dropping out of school in senior year n becoming one of those kids who could have had it all but lost it.

—  she had sex with sutter at a house party when she wasnt really ready because it felt like the right thing to do at the time and everybody else was doing it. she’d attended health class, she’d seen the corny videos. she knew about all the statistics, but she also knew that it had never happened to anyone she knew and the pull out method was basically safer than the morning after pill and way less expensive.

—  a teenage pregnancy knocked her out of the runnings for prom queen and meant she had to leave school early. she didn’t go to college when her friends did, instead she spent the time interviewing potential foster candidates and eating her weight in lindt chocolate while marathoning love island in her room.  

—  she had a son, who she passed off to someone else a couple of towns away.  it was a closed adoption which seemed like the best idea at the time, but she now wishes she had access to his life.

—  after peaking in high school and jumping between jobs for a few years, she got a more permanent role at scuba which she loves with all of her heart and soul, but unfortunately a bar job doesn’t pay the rent.  

—  she works at summer camps coaching  junior soccer and netball on the side. she’s extremely competitive and takes it very personally if her team lose. the kids all call her, coach colby n write her longwinded letters about how they’ll never forget this summer camp before they go back to their suburban picket fence houses n she keeps all the letters in a drawer n takes them out to read when she’s feelin depressed.

—  enjoys surfing and worked for a number of years on resorts like mila kunis’ job in forgetting sarah marshall. she went on to work 18-hour days as a stewardess on luxury yachts which is a part of her backstory i added after watching season one of below deck because i guess i really am that fucking impressionable. met most of her surf friends doing tht but said she’d never in her life do it again bcos it was mostly just picking up after rich white ppl for shit pay. she came back to irving n thats when she started doing the summer camp jobs so she could move out of the creek n get her own apartment. 

—  she never actually finished senior year so she’s currently going to night school at the community college to get through her exams and is trying to save to go to college or open university. she wants to major in criminology. she’s super ambitious but also super adhd so she fluctuates between thinking she can achieve anything to just feeling like a failure n thinkin whats the point

—  used to shoplift to feel joy and as an act of resistance to her hippy commune routes, but now sees herself as a reformed, bin-diving freegan (sims 4 eco living can i get a hell yaaaa). also she thinks it’s totally wrong to steal when you have enough money and clearly don’t need to steal to survive, ppl risk imprisonment for basic necessities, so for her to do it for a brief thrill and some new shades felt a bit derogatory

—  was raised jewish. became a vegetarian as a child because it seemed, at the time, easier than having to explain which foods she was and wasn’t allowed to eat together, so she just cut out meat entirely. still a vegetarian now and dabbles in veganism, although its become less about not eating certain meats in the milk of their mother and more about her global impact / carbon footprint

—  nurses little animals to health in her garden. has a hedgehog name OJ short for orange juice not the other one filthy pig. her and her dad have always been huge animal rights activists and existed on a vegetarian diet. the only one in their house who isn’t vegetarian is their cat, auggie. (short 4 augustus gloop)

—  has a lot of stupid ass stick and poke tattoos. there was a phase during her years as a barmaid where she wanted to train as a tattoo artist n would mostly practice on herself or any friends who would let her

—  she doesn’t form many long lasting friendships cos she tends to be super excited when she makes a new friend and just see them all the time but then it wears off and she can ghost a bit. she’ll always coming pinging back but she’s not the most predictable or loyal friend, sometimes she’ll sleep in your house every night for a week and then you won’t even get a text from her for a month. her best friends are elderly neighbours and houseless people she meets when volunteering at the foodbank. she thinks they’re more authentic than most of the ‘fake posers’ she meets down the vela pier

—  calls herself a butch lesbian but still has sex with men when she wants validation. sexually attracted to some men, especially effeminate men, but only romantically attracted to women. very possessive of the gals in her life.

—  stopped giving a shit about getting older or adhering to anyone elses bullshit standards, realised it was all fake p much as soon as she dropped out of school and one by one her friends just stopped texting her

—  lives in one of the lofts in port apartments. it’s open plan with rugs and lava lamps everywhere. she has a palette bed. its all very ‘sustainable chic’. like, oh wow, a pallet bed that im supposed to think you made from scratch but i KNOW you got it  off ebay because you thought it looked trendy

—  constantly says shes poor but still buys clothes from urban outfitters. sus.

—  frequently found at fannies flirting with the cute bisexual bartender with a choppy black bob.

general vibe / personality

vibrant, vulgar, self-absorbed, tenacious, veers bewteen apathetic and dogmatic, temperamental, flighty, unreliable, magnetic, charismatic, passive aggressive, likes to play devil’s advocate, takes the moral high ground. estp and a leo

likes: 70s music, john wayne movies, black mirror, philosophy, cowboy chic culture, dc comics, the smell of locker rooms,, deep red lipstick, lacrosse sticks, smoking weed from a bong, dogs, karaoke, pet rats, kate moss, late-night strolls, hawaaiian shirts worn open over a bralette, skinned knees, thai food, picking the apples at the very top of the trees, zip-lining, cigarettes, the idea of pegging but not the practical application of it, decorative lamps, LGBTQ+ pin badges, worn-out furniture, twangy electric guitars.

dislikes: girls who call other girls ‘pick me’ girls, woody allen movies, mental mathematics, wealthy children, quentin tarantino, ironing, institutionalised misogyny, the imaginary future, french literature, ‘dump him’ feminism, wes anderson films, spoken word poetry nights, college-educated bar staff who act like they’re better than you,  indie softbois, the general mentality of cheerleading squads.

aesthetics

orange peel, the smell of bleach, skeleton drawings in the margins of a journal, thumb holes poked through the cuffs of your sleeves, bleach white sneakers pounding on a gymnasium floor, setting dumpsters on fire for the hell of it. a hit flask of vodka decorated with hello kitty stickers, split knuckles, alien conspiracy theories and sci-fi paperbacks, doc martens with fraying laces, a child in an oversize bee keepers suit, scabbed knees, not eating your greens, smiling with a mouthful of blood, and piercing your own ears with a safety pin when your dad wouldn’t take you,  a tennis racket you punched through in a fit of temper, feet pounding the earth until your soles bleed crimson, sleeping in a cherry lip balm and scrunchies to keep the wild locks from your eyes.

hoo boy this is getting LONG AS FUCK but here are my wanted plots

wanted plots

ok margo’s been in irving since she was like 10. she’s quite a vivacious person?? she dresses completely instinctively without any sense of cohesion so she stands out. a guy once told her she was wearing the ugliest outfit he’d ever seen and he thought that was so cool and brave of her. but anyway where was i going.. she grew up in the abernathy creek so stuck out like a sore thumb,,,, maybe ppl who were super interested in the creek or maybe poked fun at her bcos of it idk.....

b4 she dropped out, margo used 2 b in with the cool kids at school bcos her dad would buy them booze and rarely ask for the money. maybe a fun plot cld b with some of the ‘it girls’ she used to hang around with b4 she got pregnant n dropped out and they all went off to college n stopped texting her.

frinds !! unlikely friends !! toxic friends !! some1 she feels like she knew before irving ???

since margo literally can’t differentiate between romantic and platonic love, she’s got off with so many of her mates, so i want awkward friendships where they nearly dated, or exes that have now just turned into weird friendships. fwbs. enemies with benefits. all the angst. all the slow burn mutual pining we hate each other narratives

locals who play sports. margo wld be all over community soccer n take it way too seriously. maybe ppl she plays hockey with. girls who she’s like, weirdly intimate with but its not a thing cos the other girls straight !!! what do u mean !! aha just fun !

she works part time at scuba. i want a mate that just goes and sits in there talking to her until her manager gets angry.

she's also a surf instructor and occasionally works as a lifeguard!! gal has like 7 jobs ik but regular swimmers hmu

ppl she coaches at the gym !! she wants to be a personal trainer

i reckon she might have recently started meditating to try and calm down her mind cos its always bustling with thoughts, n i think she’s p interested in buddhism so if anyone’s a buddhist hmu

someone she’s trying to make a zine with on female empowerment and women in film and art, etc. just a very feminist zine. 

TLDR:  angry sports gay, former high school track prodigy turned drop out, who likes feminist literature, wearing leather jackets over slip dresses, and smudged red lipstick.

this was so long !!! im sorry !! if you’ve read this far have a biscuit, love x

[eamesandbellamyaremyheaven]

Heart of Novocaine Ch4|| Jax Teller x Sansa Stark (SoA/GoT)

Sons of Anarchy x Game of Thrones AU (show divergent)

Warnings: finally, SMUT   🔥 🔥 🔥

Summary: After loosing her mother and elder brother in an accident, Sansa takes her younger siblings and moves in with Jon, who lives in Charming, to start anew, amidst from and the suffering and heartache from the past. But can she adapt to Jon’s dangerous lifestyle? And what if her “past” comes looking for her? And for how long will she be able to abstain herself from the alluring advances of Jax?

Chapter One || Chapter Two || Chapter Three

Chapter 4 - Do I Wanna Know?

Margeary and Loras made their arrival in style, walking out of the cab right outside the Teller-Morrow Autoshop. By the time Sansa managed to get her purse and walk out the shop, most of the club’s eyes were already set on the pair, with a few suggestive comments being made out loud. Of course Margeary didn’t let that moment go to waste, and waved back at the boys, sporting her most devilicious grin.

Sansa took them to Jon’s place, where later at night they had a family dinner, just the Starks and the Tyrells. Since Margeary wanted a night out, Jon suggested the club, something Sansa would’ve been against if Margeary hadn’t been so excited by the suggestion. Arya was going with them, and the club ambience was something Sansa didn’t want her 19-year-old sister to be thrown into.

Yet, she relented, even when she wondered if she would be able to keep everyone on their best behaviour until the night’s end. She doubted it, though.

Sansa sighed impatiently, tapping her hand on her knee with vigour and rhythm, as she waited for Margeary to choose something to hear, pulling one dress in front of her, then the other, undecided. She was only in her underwear, having already tried both dresses. Twice.

“The red one, makes your ass look bigger” Sansa pointed, and her friend winked at her

“This is why I love you, babe, you’re always looking after my assets”

Sansa chuckled. She missed Margeary wholeheartedly, she truly did. Margie cared for her so much that Sansa always felt herself falling short to reciprocate that amount of devotion.

“Humm, you’re not thinking of wearing that out, are you?” Margaery made a disgusted face towards her, obviously directed to her loose dark-green dress

“I like this dress”

“I like it too, for church”

Sansa rolled her eyes, but Margeary couldn’t tell because she had already turned her back to her friend and was scavenging through her giant suitcase, throwing pieces all over the bedroom floor “Ah! this one will do”

“Margie, are you serious right now?” Sansa grabbed the dress in front of her, in disbelieve. The dress, black and skin tight, might have looked classy on her friend, but in her taller, curvier frame it would be too much revealing “I’ll look just like those trashy women that hang around in the club”

“I doubt any of them can pull this look off. With those black heeled boots and the right makeup, every boy in that bar will be on the palm of your hand... Even the Prince”

The Prince. Since her arrival, Margeary had made it very clear that she wanted to spend time with the bikers and, at first, Sansa thought her friend wanted only to satisfy her bikers fetish, but as her questions at the dinner began to sound more inclined to a certain VP, Sansa came to the horrifying realization that she was, in fact, playing the sweet Cinderella’s Godmother on her.

Sansa felt her cheeks warming up, as she pulled her dress of and put the new one, squirming inside of it, adjusting it in place “Jax’s not interested in me that way”

Did she sound disappointed? Oh Gods, did Margie noticed it?

Of course she did, she was smiling softly at her “He’d be an idiot, not liking you” Margeary spoke, as she brushed Sansa’s hair with her fingers “you’re the most beautiful woman Charming has ever seen. Well, right after yours truly” that last part was said with a grin, one that Sansa returned.

*~*~*~*

It was a quiet night at the Sons’ clubhouse, Jax noticed, as he grabbed a couple beers and throttled back to the table where his brothers were. A quiet night wasn’t that bad though, considering that Jon was bringing his sisters and their friends in. He looked around, taking in the faces of the crowd. A few regulars, and a couple croweaters. Even some of the Sons were missing, something he was actually thankful. He walked by Chibs, who was playing pool against Tig, and slapped him on his shoulder, making him loose his stance and fail the shot.

“Oi, you bloody bastard!” Chibs yelled, while trying to hit him with the cue, but Jax dodged it easily. He sat by Juice’s, handling him the beer, but the boy seemed to be focusing elsewhere

“Hey, asshole, here’s your bee- Jesus” was all Jax managed to say, as his eyes followed Juice’s target, landing on the sweetest vision he had all day. Sansa in high heels and a short black dress, showing off those long, beautiful legs of hers. Sansa in a leather jacket and heavy makeup, making her look older, and edgier.

Proper Sons’ old lady material, if Jax was allowed to dream of it.

“Yo, Jon, over here”

It was Juice’s voice that snapped him out of his trance, and he straightened himself on the chair as the group came over.

They all sat down around the table and Sansa introduced them around. The girl, Margeary, was stunning, Jax acknowledged, all sweet smiles and suggestive eyes, the kind of girl that would always stand out in a crowd. Her brother Loras was what Jax assumed to be the common boy in Sansa’s life. Rich, pretty boy, but too scrawny to hold his own. He doubted the boy had ever thrown a punch in his life.

Jax tried to keep himself focused on the conversation that flowed on the table, replying when the questions were directed at him, always on his best behavior, but the truth was he couldn’t help to let his mind - and eyes - wonder off to the pretty red-haired goddess in front of him, and the things he was so desperately willing to do to her... that was until he noticed Margeary staring at him, her perfectly sculptured brow raised with curiosity, her mouth closed in a thin line.

If she spoke up, he was fucked.

“You know what” she started, shifting her eyes towards Jon “I really would like to play a game of pool right now” she got up, and the rest of the group quickly followed her, surrounding the pool table, where Chibs and Tag had just finished their game.

Jax felt himself breathe out, relieved. She caught him red-handed, practically drooling over Sansa, but she didn’t said a word. He needed to be more careful, specially around Jon.

So, out of respect for his brother, he wouldn’t cross that line. Sansa was off-limits.

*~*~*~*

The night went on, as they played a few games, and had too many drinks.

Sansa passed her cue to Jon, excusing herself to the bathroom.

“What you’re waiting for?” Margeary asked, standing by his side, crossing her arms in front of her chest, watching the game in front of them. No one seemed to be paying them any attention, so she turned her head towards him, speaking in a low tone “Go get your girl”

Jax took a last sip from his beer, setting the empty bottle on a table as he made his way to the bathroom.

Jax entered quickly and closed the door behind him, his eyes never leaving Sansa. She was leaning over the bathroom sink, tracing the corners of her lips with her index finger, brushing away the smudges of her lipstick. The loud music from the bar was barely a whisper against the drumming of his heart, wildly beating against his chest. Jax walked slowly towards Sansa, stopping right behind her. She was facing the mirror, but her eyes were set on his reflexion. On what he was doing.

He held up his hand, brushing against her skin on its way up. Hand, wrist, arm, shoulder, neck. There he could feel her heartbeat pulsating wildly against the tip of his fingers, and he found himself gasp in anticipation.

“I know I shouldn’t be here...” he tried to sound steady, but his voice was cracking with his every breath “I tried to keep my distance...” he continued, his eyes focusing on his hand, and the way it trailed down to her thigh “But I need to know...”

He stopped, and she turned around. Her hands were on his chest, and his on her hips. Her cheeks were flushed red, and her lips were parted, inviting “What, Jax?” she let out, barely a whisper, and it was his ruin.

He held her face in his hands and leaned in for a kiss. It wasn’t a soft one, as he had anticipated. The kiss was wildfire, burning through with every brush of the lips.

Sansa wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, pulling him closer against her body, and Jax instinctively pushed her against the wall behind them. Maybe he had used too much force, since she pushed him away lightly, breaking the kiss, as both gasped for air.

Jax leaned his forehead against Sansa’s and closed his eyes, trying to steady his raging pulse. He had wanted to kiss her for so long, he was afraid that he might not be able to stop now. He didn’t know where it was heading, but he knew exactly where he wanted it to lead.

“What was it, Jax?” he heard her say, and he opened his eyes.

She was staring up at him, eyes round and dark, lush lips luring him to devour them.

“I need to know how you taste, darlin'”

And this time she was the one who jumped into the kiss, capturing his lips with hers, tugging roughly the hair at the back of his head in one hand, while the other explored the skin under his shirt. He couldn’t say he hated it, any of it. On the contrary, the way she nipped on his bottom lip, the way she laced her tongue in his, every little brush with her nails on his skin, every little moan that erupted from her, was only driving him closer and closer to the edge.

He didn’t even noticed that her hands had moved from his head and ribs, down to his belt, until he felt the pull and the unbuckling.

“Are you sure about this?” Jax asked, stupidly, by the looks she was giving him, with her quirked brow and sly smile

“You said you wanted a taste. Then have it”

Jesus. This woman would be his undoing.

Deciding not to waste anymore time, he went back into devouring her mouth with his, as he helped her out of her panties. Then he grabbed hold of her thighs and lifted her up, using the wall for support, while leaving a trace of wet kisses from her mouth, to her jaw, and down her neck, stopping at her collar bone.

“Jax...” Sansa whined, but her voice turned into a whimper as he pushed inside her, slowly, filling  completely her slick and tight core.

Everything about Sansa was euphoric. The smell of her perfume, the sweet and savory taste of her skin, the moans that erupted from her lips, a siren call pleading for him. She was his aphrodisiac, and soon the slow and smooth rhythm he’d started with had sped up, hips grinding as he thrusted in and out of her.

The sound of her moans lost intensity as her walls started to clench around him, and he pummeled harder to help her reach her climax before he lost himself to his. It didn’t took her long, and she dig her nails on the back of his neck as she came, hard and divine, throbbing around him, riding him capriciously.

But it was her dazed eyes watching him and parted lips whimpering sweetly as she came down from her high that drove him over the edge. Jax felt so inebriated by her touch that he had to hide his face on the crook of her neck as he thrusted clumsy this time, growling low as he filled her up with his hot release.

They stood still for a while, both trying to steady their breaths, and Jax raised his head, watching Sansa as she placed her hand on the back of his neck and pushed him closer, a playful smile gracing her lips.

“Did you satisfied your cravings, Boss?”

Jax placed his palm on her cheek, brushing lightly brushing it with his thumb “After tonight, Red, I doubt I’ll ever have enough of you”

Sansa pulled him into a tender kiss, both reveling on the aftermath of their savoring, knowing deep inside their lives would never be the same, now that they both got a taste of each other.

A.N.//- Yay, I’m back!!! And writing smutg, nonetheless! I hope you’d enjoyed this chapter, I’ve never written smut before, and I haven’t written nothing for at least six months, so I’m pretty eager to know what you think of this one. 

Sorry for any mispellings, english is not my native language, and I don’t have a beta-reader. Feedback = Love!

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