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escapingreality1992 · 2 years

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Massages and Sex

Peacemaker x OFC

Chloe is overworked and her legs and feet hurt. When she pushes herself past the point of being overworked, she is in need of a massage. Peacemaker offers and things get heated between them.

Three days of being on my feet all day long. Three long days of constant moving. It didn’t matter if I stretched or forgot to; my feet and legs ached and burned. My calves and thighs were starting to grow tight with tension and pain. I tried everything to lessen the ache, so I didn’t have to suffer when I worked out with Task Force X’s canine unit. Ice baths, hot baths, self-massage. Not much else I could do to make the pain stop. Always working and then there were the occasional missions I would go on with Colonel Rick Flag’s squad, randomized with some of Gotham’s worst criminals. Though I had a soft spot for Harley Quinn.

The work wouldn’t end until the weekend when I could have time to myself, resting and relaxing. Not tomorrow. Tomorrow would push me past my limit, but I had to be able to work through the pain. I didn’t want to appear weak in front of some of the members of Task Force X when we scouted a terrain for an upcoming mission. Too bad I had also signed up for a workout with them beforehand. A sparring session with selected members and all extremely fit. I was going to need a deep massage later.

I stretched out my limbs, drank some water and headed to bed, preparing for the next day and all it held in store for me. My alarm woke me, and I dressed in workout attire – a tank top, sports bra, and shorts, paired off with some good tennis shoes fit enough for a hike. I drove down to the frequented gym of the team to see who I was training with today. I sighed as I recognized some familiar faces; Colonel Flag, Harley, Captain Boomerang, Chris Smith – or as he’s really known – Peacemaker and a bonus member – Emilia Harcourt. What changed my mood is everyone had already been paired up except for…

“No. Nope. Count me out,” I greeted them. This earned me a chuckle from the Colonel himself.

“Come on, Chloe. I’ll go easy on you,” he said. My partner, the fit military man, Rick Flag was going to go “easy” on me. Right, okay.

“You’re going to knock me on my ass either way. Besides your easy is harder than most easy routines. I don’t think I’ll be able to spar with you and go on the hike if we continue this,” I told him.

“We’re not going to spar very long. I wouldn’t want to work you to death. Give me an hour and I promise you will still be okay to go with us,” he assured me. So much for that. He had me sweating profusely by the end of the hour and we all filed out to the chosen cars to drive over to the selected trail for our hike.

“You look good, Chloe. How have you been?” Peacemaker greeted me when we got out of the cars and began the ascent up the trail.

“I’ve been busy. Watching dogs, working out with dogs, running with dogs. Add on the training with Flag and Harley and I’ve been booked out most of the week. Not to mention they had me reorganizing offices. How about you? Get into any trouble lately?”

“Not too bad. I’ve been trying to keep my nose clean for a few days, but they wanted me on this mission and here I am. Trying to do better. Relax until it’s time to do the work. At least while I’m free. Speaking of relaxing and maybe getting out, would you be interested in going for a drink after we get done?” he responded.

“You know what? Sure, that sounds great. I’d like to very much,” I told him. He smiled and butterflies flitted around in my stomach. I shouldn’t like him. He shouldn’t be able to have this effect on me. I knew this. Still, there was something about him drawing me into him. Part of me wanted to get to know him better, explore something real. Something I hadn’t had in a while. Another part of me wanted to rip off his clothes and have my way with him or let him have his way with me. I felt my muscles tighten in my legs and the burning sensation in my feet, making me wince, breath hissing out of my lips.

“Are you okay?” Chris asked me.

“I’m fine. We can keep going,” I lied. No way would I make them take a break. Everyone else had a good pace going and I didn’t want to throw a wrench in their plans.

“As long as you’re sure about that. We’re halfway there. There’s no harm in resting for a few minutes. I’ll stay with you, if need be,”

“Nope. I’m great. Don’t worry about me,” I followed him, pushing through the pain. We kept talking while we continued our path, mostly about work, but at least he kept me entertained and my mind off the pain I felt. Once at the top of the mountain, everyone took a break, sitting while we ate lunch and drank water. For a few minutes it gave me some relief, but I dreaded going back down the hill. Flag went over the mission details and the terrain, which was like where we were headed.

Half an hour later, we all got up and began the journey down the mountain and it was almost as if the pain intensified. It would be a little quicker traveling down than it was heading up, but I kept breathing even as my thighs rebelled against the workout. Even as my feet throbbed with each step. We reached the bottom to the cars, returning to the gym to go home or for Chris and me to go out to a bar.

“We can make a pit stop at my apartment to shower and change. Then we can head out to your bar of choice,” I told Chris.

“Wait a minute. I’m sorry. Did I hear you correctly? Are you two going out?” Flag said.

“To grab drinks. Maybe dinner afterwards? Is there a problem?” Chris stated.

“No, no problem. It’s surprising to me is all. Is this outing a date?” Chris looked at me and I shrugged my shoulders.

“Why not? It could be fun,” I said.

“Awww. What a pair of lovebirds you two are?” Harley chimed in. Flag made kissy faces at us. I rolled my eyes, flipping them both off. Chris and I got into my car and made the ride down to my apartment building. I parked in the garage and took the elevator up to my floor. We reached my door and I unlocked it, letting Chris inside, closing the door behind me.

“Welcome to my home. I’m going to…” I stumbled, my legs deciding to give out at that exact moment. Chris caught me before I fell to the floor, leading me to sit on the couch.

“What happened? Are you alright?” he asked.

“Yeah. My legs have been killing me today. I guess it’s my body’s way of telling me to rest,”

“Since when? Not this morning? Not during the hike?” I nodded. “Why didn’t you say something earlier? I told you we could have taken a mini break,”

“I didn’t want to make the others stop. Everyone seemed to have upped their game today. I didn’t want them to take a break because of me,”

“You shouldn’t have to suffer through it all. I would have been willing to wait with you. Damn the others. How bad does it hurt?”

“Oh, you know. Both my legs and feet feel like they’re on fire,” Chris ran a hand through his hair, frustrated at my answers.

“Um…I’ve been told I give good foot massages. I could give you one if you want. You would have to be okay with me touching you,” he told me. Heat rushed through me when he proposed his solution. To have his hands on me would be wonderful…in other ways of course. I shook off the image and loosed a breath.

“Okay,” I told him.

“Really? Great. Would you mind…um…removing your shorts so I can have better access to your thighs?” I nodded and removed them, tossing the garment to the side. He knelt and took one foot in his hands, kneading it with his fist. Relief flooded through the limb, and I relaxed into his touch as he continued upwards, massaging each part of my leg. His fingers brushed over the apex of my thighs, a jolt of desire passing through me as he massaged near my clothed sex. I inhaled a sharp breath, his fingers moving away.

“Did I hurt you?” he asked. I shook my head and he moved onto the next leg. Chris made the same path, once again his fingers brushing over the same area. This time, instead of a sharp intake of breath, I moaned, rocking my hips against his knuckles. He froze, meeting my gaze.

“Did you just moan? Are…You’re not attracted to me, are you?” he asked. I averted my gaze, answering his question.

“You are. What happens if I did this again?” He brushed his fingers over the spot again, my hips jerking.

“Fuck,” I ground out. He got up from the floor, leaning over me, his mouth near my ear.

“Would you like me to touch you, Chloe?” he whispered.

“Yes. Please touch me, Chris,” He knelt again, lifting my hips to pull off my underwear, tossing it to land with my shorts. He shifted my body down to spread my legs wider for more access. He pressed a thumb to my clit, slipping a finger inside my pussy. I moaned, no longer holding back. He pumped in and out, using his thumb to rub circles into my bundle of nerves. I moaned and panted, my hips rocking against his hand. He inserted another finger, picking up the pace. He moved faster, finger fucking me until I climaxed. He removed his fingers, hooking a leg over one of his shoulders. He replaced those fingers with his tongue. I groaned, fingers tangling in his hair, holding onto him as he ate me out. He continued his feast, until I reached another orgasm.

“Take off your tank and bra. I want to be inside you. Can I fuck you with my cock, beautiful one?” he said. I nodded, hurrying to pull off the rest of my outfit. He stripped down, climbing on top of me. He pumped his cock a few times, angling it at my entrance. He pushed at my entrance, inching in until he was sheathed to the hilt, allowing me to adjust to his size.

“Ready?” I nodded and he thrust into me, my hands hooking around his neck, my hips snapping with his. My legs wrapped around his waist, allowing him to go deeper. He covered my mouth with mine, grunting as he spilled inside me, my orgasm cresting over a few minutes after.

“Let’s move this to the shower,” Chris told me. He carried me to my bathroom, and we fucked, while we cleaned up to get rid of the grime of the day. Getting out we dressed and went out for drinks as planned, eating dinner, and having a good time with each other.

“Want to continue what we started at your apartment?” he asked me.

“Yes, please,” We shared a kiss, paying for our food, and left the restaurant. We went back to my apartment and fucked until the morning light.

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grlwtskulltattoo · 3 years

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Fall For You - Chapter 4

Characters - Jax Teller x OFC (Katrina)

Summary - Katrina leaves an abuse relationship and heads home after finding out about her father’s passing. Old feelings come back to the surface for a person from her past. Story will follow the events of the show as much as possible. How might have Jax’s story changed with a different woman in his life.

Word Count - 8152

Warnings - NSFW, Hardcore Smut, Violence, Angst, Adult Language, Dark Themes, Fluff, Miscarriage, Pregnancy, Accident, Mentions of Physical and Emotional Abuse, Self-Harm. Drinking.

Will add to the warnings as the story progresses. Warnings cover the whole series. Some parts will be more mild than others.

A/N - Feedback is welcomed and encouraged, and may help motivate me to continue. All mistakes are my own. If you would like to be tagged in future parts, please send me an ask to be added to the list.

I know this chapter has been a long time coming. Just took me awhile to get the pieces to fit into the right place. I can only hope that I did it justice. This chapter ended up being twice as long as I expected. I hope that helps make up for the long ass wait…. Oh and there is an added bonus at the end of the chapter…..Smut….If you’re into that kind of thing. I apologize in advance if it sucks…. Been a long time since I’ve written steamy sex scenes. Thanks for following along on this crazy ride.

Katrina spent the week following her father’s funeral preparing the house to put up for sale. She had no desire to continue living in the house that harbored so many bad memories. Her only regret is that bad memories out weigh the good ones involving her mom. She went through all of her father’s belongings. She saved the important stuff, family mementos that mainly involved her mom, some things from her father’s past that she’s curious about, and some items from her childhood. She was surprised to find a shoebox in her closet filled with notes that her, Jax and Opie passed to each other in school. She knew that she should throw them away, but couldn’t bring herself to do it. The stuff she didn’t want to keep was piled up in the driveway under the carport beside the garage for the local thrift store to pick up.

She is leaving the furniture in the house at the recommendation of the Realtor. He told Katrina that having furniture in the house gives potential buyers a better idea of the size of the rooms. Katrina doesn’t really care either way, the furniture will be donated as soon as the house sells. The old Dodge Challenger in the garage Katrina plans to keep. Even if she has to rent a storage unit to store it in until she finds a new place to call home. She is only keeping the bare necessities in the house for her to use until she leaves.

She has to admit that she’s a little relieved that she hasn’t had any unexpected guests. Everything has been pretty quiet since the funeral, other than the explosion that occurred the night before last, on the outskirts of town. She can’t help but wonder if Samcro was somehow involved with it. Maybe that was why Jax hasn’t tried to stop by.

Katrina spent some time pouring over the old photos in her father’s stuff. On the back of the photo of him dressed in Native American regalia was written “Pine Ridge Res”. She wondered if maybe his family lived on the reservation. Maybe she had an aunt or uncle still living there. She was seriously considering taking a drive up there to investigate. Hopefully learn more about his past, so maybe she can understand why he became such a bitter asshole of a father. South Dakota might also be a good place to get a fresh start, away from Charming and far away from Vince.

Katrina puts the photos in an envelope and places it with her duffle in her bedroom. She fixes herself something to eat once she realizes that it’s already evening time. While she is eating, she thinks about the meal Gemma prepared for the dinner after her father’s funeral. She still feels a little guilty for leaving the way that she did. Gemma has a good heart, and has always treated Katrina like family, even if she has a tendency to meddle. Katrina knows in her heart it wouldn't feel right to just leave town without expressing her gratitude to Gemma for all of her help. Once Katrina finishes eating, she cleans up then grabs her jacket. She’s getting a little stir crazy at the house and decides to head over to TM to see if Gemma is still there working in the office. It’s getting a little late, but she remembers Gemma used to work all hours of the day and evening depending on how busy they were.

As Katrina rode her Harley to the shop she knew she was taking a chance on running into Jax. Hopefully he’ll be out doing club stuff, and won’t notice her there. When she pulled into the parking lot at Teller Morrow it was mostly empty save a couple cars and bikes. She parks her bike near the office, relieved to see Gemma’s car parked near the door. When Katrina turns off her bike, she’s surprised that there’s no loud rowdy music coming from the clubhouse. It’s actually pretty quiet. There is light filtering from the office window, so she’s fairly confident that Gemma’s inside. Katrina quietly walks inside the open door, catching Gemma off guard.

“Hey baby, what brings you by?” Gemma asks with concern in her voice. Katrina notices that Gemma looks tired, like the weight of the world is resting on her shoulders.

“I wanted to apologize for leaving the dinner the way I did last week. I feel really bad about it, especially after everything you did to help. I think all the emotions were getting to me, and it was hard listening to all the stories about my father.” Katrina sincerely expresses to Gemma.

Gemma gestures to the chair next to desk, and Katrina takes a seat. “That’s ok baby, I know how hard it is to lose someone. It can take a minute to process everything going on. How are you doing now?” Gemma asks while lightly rubbing Katrina’s arm that is resting on the corner of her desk.

“Better. I cleaned out the rest of the house, got it listed with a real estate agent.” Katrina replies.

Gemma looks a little surprised. “So I guess that means you’re not planning on sticking around.”

Katrina can hear the disappointment in Gemma’s voice. “I don’t belong in Charming anymore. Never really did. I’ll probably stick around for a little bit to make sure everything goes ok with the showings of the house. Then I’m probably gonna take off.”

Gemma shakes her head at Katrina’s first comment. “You’ve always belonged here, Kat. I know Jax and Opie have missed you. I’ve missed you. You were like the daughter I never had. Don’t ever feel like you don’t belong here. You’re family.” Gemma looks Katrina straight in the eyes as she grips her arm.

Katrina sighs as she looks away. If only Gemma knew the truth about her father, maybe she’d understand why this town carried so many bad memories for her. Not to mention the whole Jax and Tara thing. “How are things going here? The clubhouse is pretty quiet.” Katrina asks trying to change the subject.

Gemma loosens her grip on Katrina’s arm. “Been a busy last few days. The club’s dealing with a Mayan problem. Jax’s junkie whore of an ex-wife, Wendy, just gave birth to his son. We don’t know yet if the baby is going to make it. He was born 10 weeks premature with a tear in his abdomen and the family flaw. I just got back to the office after spending a few hours trying to straighten up Jax’s house from the mess his ex left.” Gemma grabs a cigarette from her pack on the desk and lights it.

Katrina is in shock. She didn’t know Jax had an ex-wife and a newborn baby. “Wow. I had no idea.” She’s a little surprised that he was involved with a different women. She had alway imagined that he’d be married to Tara.

“Yeah, it’s been a little crazy around here.” Gemma sighs. “Jax won’t see his son in the hospital. Something about not wanting to get attached incase he doesn’t make it. Which is bullshit, he just doesn’t want to get his heart broken.” Gemma looks at Katrina with a pleading look in her eyes. “Do you think you could talk to him?” Gemma asks hopeful.

Katrina feels uncomfortable with the request. “I don’t know about that.” She tries to decline gently, shaking her head.

“Please, Kat. He won’t listen to me. You and him were so close. Maybe he’ll listen to you.” Gemma pleads.

Ugg. It was the last thing Katrina wanted to do. Get in the middle of family drama. She really doesn't feel it’s her place to get involved, especially since she’s been gone for so long. She’s not as close to Jax as she used to be. She has been trying to avoid that. But seeing Gemma upset breaks her heart. “Ok. I’ll try to talk to him. I can’t make any guarantees that he’ll listen though.” Katrina reluctantly agrees.

“Thank you, Kat. He’s in the clubhouse.” Gemma looks relieved.

Oh shit, right now? Katrina wasn’t expecting to have to do it so soon. She was hoping to have the night to think about how to approach Jax. Katrina reluctantly gets out of her seat followed by Gemma. Gemma takes Katrina in her arms and gives her a little squeeze. “Thank you baby.” Gemma whispers in her ear.

Katrina gives Gemma a light pat on the back before walking out of the office. As she walks to towards the clubhouse she takes deep breaths of the cool evening air trying to steel her nerves. Mentally preparing herself for all the questions she’s sure to get bombarded with. When she enters the clubhouse, all the memories of her, Jax and Opie running around came flooding back to her. It was where she had her first shot of whiskey on a dare, learned to play poker, rocked out to loud music, and almost had her first kiss. It felt like home.

It was pretty quiet inside the clubhouse, with the exception of music playing at a low volume. She was surprised that there was no one there besides Jax. She spotted him at one of the tables, lost in thought and milking a bottle of whiskey. “So I hear congratulations are in order.” Katrina startles Jax from his drink.

Jax looks up in surprise at the intrusion. “You must have been talking to mom.” He sourly replies.

“Jackson Teller, a father.” Katrina teases him as she nears the table.

“Yeah, for how long.” Jax grumbles.

“Your mom said that you haven’t seen your son yet. Why not?” She asks as she takes a seat at the table across from Jax. She notices the sadness in his eyes at the question.

“Don’t really want my heart broken.” Jax replies, staring at the amber liquid in his glass.

“Yeah, she mentioned the heart defect and stomach issues. Something about a junkie whore. Regardless of that, if it was my son, I would be spending every second I could with him.” Katrina tries to encourage him. “Besides that, he’s got a tough as nails father, so he’s gonna be a little fighter. He’ll pull through.”

Jax smiles a little at that last comment. “So what brings you by? Besides doing mom’s dirty work.”

Katrina knows Jax is trying to change the subject. At least she can tell Gemma she tried. “I came by to apologize to your mom about leaving the dinner early after the funeral.”

Jax nods his head softly. “Yeah, everyone was disappointed you left.” Especially me.

“I thought I could handle hearing the stories about my father, but it got to be a little too much to handle at that moment. Brought up a lot of memories.” Bad memories.

“So where have you been for the last 11 years.” Jax asks pointedly.

And so it begins. Katrina can’t help but wonder if it’s too late to walk out the door. She knew Jax was going to have questions, and she had really hoped to avoid them. She gets up from the table to grab herself a shot glass and a coke from the bar, before returning to her seat. This conversation is going to require an excessive amount of alcohol. She grabs the bottle of whiskey sitting in front of Jax and pours herself a shot. Katrina quickly downs the shot, welcoming the burn of the amber liquid as it travels down her throat. She then takes a sip of the coke to calm the burn. Jax patiently waits for her response, taking a drag from the cigarette in his hand.

“When I left Charming, I bought a bus ticket to Vegas. I got a job working at a casino restaurant as a server, and then I found myself an apartment. I became really good friends with a tattoo artist at a parlor in the casino. He let me apprentice under him and has been teaching my how to tattoo and the ins and outs of the business. One day, I hope to have my own shop.” Katrina decides to leave out the part about Vince.

Jax is surprised. The club has a charter in Vegas that he’s visited numerous times over the years. If only he had known Kat was there too. He might have been able to convince her to come home sooner. At the very least, been able to visit her. He’s missed his best friend. When Katrina left, it hurt more than when Tara left for school. It wasn’t until she left that he realized how wrong he was for not pursuing a relationship with her, despite his fears.

“I have to say, I’m a bit surprised that you and Tara aren’t married with a few little ones running around. And what’s this about a ‘junkie whore’?” Katrina asks. Turn about is fair play.

Jax lets out a soft sigh. “Tara left shortly after you did. She went to the university to become a doctor. Then she went out to Chicago to intern at a hospital. She begged me to go with her. To get out of this ‘cess pool of a town’, but Charming is my home. She was pissed that I prospected into the club with Opie, even though it’s what I always wanted. To follow in my father’s footsteps, and be a part of the club that he helped build. We fought about our futures, more than we got along. We started to grow distant from each other. I wasn’t to heartbroken when she left, like I thought I would be. I was more upset about you leaving than her, even though mom blames her for breaking my heart.” Jax confesses. “Tara just recently returned home and is working at St. Thomas hospital.”

Katrina shakes her head, not surprised about Tara trying to change Jax. She had tried to warn him when they were teenagers, but she had alway felt her comments fell on deaf ears. Some people have to learn the hard way. Katrina pours herself another shot and quickly downs it.

“The junkie whore is my ex-wife, Wendy. She was a club hang-around. Her and I started spending a lot of time together. For me, it was about fighting the loneliness I felt after you left. I never really loved her. We got married a few years ago. She started using drugs, so we grew apart. Separated for awhile. Then she got clean, and did a stint in rehab. We tried to make things work again and got back together. That’s when she got pregnant with my son. Things just didn’t line up for us. I wasn’t happy, so we started growing distant again. I filed for divorce a few months ago. Told her I’d help pay the doctor bills for the pregnancy. Haven’t heard from her in a while. Apparently she started using again even though she was pregnant. Mom went over to our house yesterday and found her passed out on the kitchen floor, bleeding between her legs, with a needle stuck in between her fingers. Mom rushed her to the hospital where they preformed an emergency c-section. My son was born 10 weeks premature with a tear in his abdomen and the family flaw. He only has a 20% chance of survival. I should have kept a closer eye on them, maybe this wouldn't have happened” Jax replies with regret heavy in his voice.

“You can’t blame yourself. If she wanted the drugs bad enough, there’s nothing you could have done to stop her. She would have found a way.” Katrina tries to alleviate some of his guilt.

“That may be so, but it doesn’t make me feel any better. I did beat the shit out of the dealer that has been supplying her with the poison. Wendy apologized for what she did and promised that she’s going to get clean, but it’s going to take some time to rebuild that trust. I think she’s more worried about being charged with fetal abuse, then she is about our son. If Gemma has her way, Wendy won’t be a part of our son’s life. I can’t say I disagree with mom on that.” Jax has a defeated look on his face as he pours himself another shot.

Katrina matches Jax’s shot with one of her own. She’s starting to feel a buzz from the alcohol, but she’s not sure if it’s enough to get through the questions that she knows are coming. She isn’t slurring her speech yet, but it is getting a little easier to talk. It almost feels like old times, chatting with her best friend… almost.

“So… Why did you leave town, without so much as a goodbye?” Jax asks while looking directly into Katrina’s eyes. He sees a momentary flash of pain cross Kat’s face.

There it is. The million dollar question. The one she was hoping to avoid. All the pain and bad memories came flashing back to the forefront of her mind. She knew deep down Jax has a right to know, but it didn’t make it any easier. She can’t help but fear that once he knows the truth about her father, he’ll look at her differently. With pity, or guilt for not realizing what was going on and stopping it. She doesn’t want him to feel sorry for her, she fought her own way out and it made her stronger.

Kat pours herself another shot and takes a sip of it before answering him. “One of the reasons I left was to get away from my abusive asshole of a father. Shortly after my mom died, my father started to become distant to me. It was like the sight of me reminded him of what he lost. Almost like he blamed me for her death, even though she died from cancer. He would loose his temper over the smallest things. That lead to him breaking things around the house. If there were dirty dishes left in the sink, he would throw them across the room shattering them against the wall. If I left my backpack on the floor after school, he’d toss it. He started punching holes in the walls, kicking down doors. After while the only thing that seemed to calm him was liquor. As soon as he arrived home from work he’d grab a beer from the fridge, sometimes a couple of them. When the beer started losing its effectiveness he started drinking more hard liquor and getting into drug use. That’s when I started to become his punching bag. If I got in his way he’d hit or kick me. If he felt I was talking back to him he’d slap me across my face. He told me I was worthless, that I was no better than garbage, and that he couldn’t wait until I was no longer his problem.”

Katrina lightly rubbed the small row of scars near wrist with her thumb, slightly hidden by the skeleton torso tattoo on her forearm. She remembers the pain she felt inside from her father’s words and the relief she felt cutting herself with the small knife she kept in her pocket. She never cut herself deep enough for there to be very much blood, just enough for the physical pain of the blade sliding across her skin to distract her from the pain in her heart.

She glances at Jax’s face and sees the shock and anger in his eyes. Before she continues, she grabs a cigarette from the pack on the table, lights it, then takes a deep drag off it to calm her nerves.”That’s why I used to wear long sleeve shirts and jeans in the middle of summer. To hide all the bruises and scratches on my arms and legs. I stayed out as late as possible with you and Opie, hoping that my father would be passed out before I got home. Some times I’d get lucky and he’d be asleep on the couch, other times I was greeted with him calling me a slut or a whore for staying out so late with the guys. I tried to avoid him as much as possible. When it got closer to graduation I started planning my escape. I saved as much money as I could from my after school job, and used it to buy a bus ticket. I just always seemed to be in the way. So when I got old enough, I got out of the way”

"Why didn't you say something? Tell us that was going on.” Jax is heartbroken and angry to find out that his best friend had been suffering and he did nothing to stop it. He remembered the nights when he, Katrina and Opie hung out. Remembered her reluctance to go home when Gemma said it was time to get ready for bed. Or the nights Katrina begged him to hang out for just one more hour, even though it was already getting pretty late.

"What? So that you could 'save me'. I didn't want your pity or for you to feel sorry for me. I didn't need you to fight my battles.” Katrina defends her silence on the matter, a hint of scorn in her voice.

"So you run away instead? Leave behind every one you've ever known. The people that love and care about you." Jax accuses her, the hurt evident in his eyes.

"Seems to me like you were busy loving someone else." Katrina mumbles under her breath.

Jax gives Katrina a confused look. He wasn’t sure he heard her right, but he had a feeling she was referring to his relationship with Tara. “Now that your father is gone, are you planning on sticking around Charming?” Jax asks, hopeful that there may be an opportunity for them to spend more time together. To reconnect.

Katrina sighs before downing the rest of her shot. “I put the house on the market. The stuff I plan on keeping I’m going to get a storage unit for until I find a new place. I’m not planning on going back to Vegas, but I am thinking of heading north. Maybe towards the Dakotas.” She sees the disappointment on Jax’s face.

“I was kind of hoping that you were going to stick around for a bit.” So maybe I could change your mind about leaving. Jax feels crestfallen, his heart is pounding in fear that she’ll leave and he’ll never get a chance to find out if they would be good together. Ever since Katrina returned to Charming, the what if’s and should’ve beens have been plaguing Jax’s mind. He knows now that it was a mistake hooking up with Tara back in high school. It should have been Kat. She always understood him, never made him feel that he had to choose between her or the club. Things might have been so different for both of them.

“I was going to stick around for maybe another week or two, just to make sure there are no problems with showing the house. Incase something major needs to be fixed.” Katrina reassures Jax, although, by the look of his face he’s not.

“So are you seeing anyone?” Jax isn’t sure he really wants to know the answer, but he can’t help himself. He has to know if she’s involved with another man. If there is even the slightest chance he can convince her to stay.

“I was, but it’s over now.” She really doesn’t want to elaborate on her relationship with Vince, and she hopes that answer is enough to appease Jax.

Jax feels a flicker of hope. “You said your dad was one of the reasons why you left, were there any other reasons?” Despite what Kat was going through with her dad treating her like shit, Jax still couldn’t wrap his head around the idea that she would just leave. Without any warning or even a goodbye. They were best friends. He has never felt as close to another person as he did her, and for her to disappear the way she did, crushed him. He has a feeling there is more to the story.

Katrina groans inwardly at the question, but at this point, with the alcohol coursing through her veins she feels there is no point in holding back. She has already confessed one of her darkest secrets by revealing her past with her father, what’s one more secret. It’s not like it can change the past.

“The other reason I left was because it killed me seeing you and Tara together. I’ve had feelings for you since we were kids. I thought as we grew up and got older those feelings would change, but they never did. I was in love with you and it broke my heart seeing you with her.” Katrina confesses feeling extremely exposed. She just laid her heart and soul on the table.

Jax is blown away by her answer. He feels a sense of relief that she shares his feelings. He knew she cared about him when they were younger, but he always felt that she probably cared about him in a sort of brother sister way. To find out that she was in love with him made his heart soar, and gave him even more hope that there is a chance they could be together. If he can convince her to stay and give them a chance. “Why didn’t you ever tell me how you felt?” Jax asks, even though he can guess her answer.

“I was afraid you didn't feel the same way towards me, and it would just come across as jealously towards Tara. That it would change the way you felt around me, the way you acted around me. I was afraid of losing my best friend.” Katrina admits.

Jax feels like a dumbass now. All this time wasted that they could have been together. If they wouldn’t have been so afraid to tell each other. “I also have something to confess. I’ve been in love with you for as long as I can remember. Since we were kids.”

Katrina looks at Jax with surprise on her face. She never expected to hear those words come out of his mouth. Maybe he didn’t mean it. Maybe it was the whiskey talking. "So why didn't you ever tell me how you felt?" Katrina asks, genuinely intrigued.

"Because I was terrified that if or when I fucked things up between us, I would not only lose the woman I loved, but I'd also lose my best friend. It wasn’t until after you left that I realized the mistake I made. And I lost you anyways." Jax admits, his voice filled with sadness and regret.

“If you had feelings for me, then why did you hook up with Tara?” Katrina asks in confusion.

“I had some feelings for Tara, but I don’t think I was ever truly in love with her. She was more of a distraction from my feelings for you. Same with Wendy. Every time I was with them, it was your face I saw.” Jax feels a little weird for revealing that part, but it was the truth. Every woman he’s been with he pictured Kat’s face. Wished it was her, he was with.

“When you were dating Tara, I always felt invisible to you. I felt like you saw me as just one of the guys. You started to become distant to me, so I started spending more time with Opie. It seemed like every time you paid even a little bit of attention to me, Tara would snatch it away. It got to the point, where I started avoiding you, to keep myself from getting hurt.” Katrina confesses.

Jax winces at her words. He hates himself for how he hurt her, even though that was never his intention. In his mind, he was trying to protect her and their friendship, by avoiding what his heart yearned for. “I am so sorry, Kat. I never meant to hurt you. I was just trying to bury my feelings for you because I was afraid. I was afraid you didn’t feel the same way towards me and I’d ruin our friendship. I didn’t want to lose you. You have no idea how much I regret those decisions.” Jax sincerely apologizes. He takes Katrina’s hand into his and looks into her eyes. The years of pain and hurt shine in her eyes and he feels heartbroken that he caused some of that pain.

“Yeah, well, that’s all in the past.” Katrina tries to brush it off. She still feels the sting of all those memories, even if it feels like a lifetime ago.

“What if we gave us a shot?” Jax asks, hopefulness in voice. He has vowed to himself that if the opportunity ever came up to be with Kat, that he wouldn’t hesitate.

Katrina looks at Jax in surprise at his question. She feels butterflies in her stomach at the prospect of finally getting what she had always wanted. To finally be with the man that she has been in love with most of her life, but another part of her feels cautious. “I don’t know, Jax. A lot has changed since we were kids. We’re not the same people we were back then. We’ve both changed. Hell, you’re a father now, and VP of SAMCRO.” Katrina is trying to rationalize in her head why this is a bad idea, even though her heart is pounding with excitement. The alcohol running through her veins isn't helping the situation.

“Come on Kat. We both have feelings for each other. I know the first time I laid eyes on you, when you got back into town, I felt butterflies in my stomach. All of those old feelings I had for you came rushing back. I can’t stop thinking about you, and how much I want you in my life.” Jax pleads with her. He has never wanted something as bad as this. To make a life with Kat by his side.

Katrina hesitates to give Jax an answer. This isn’t something to just rush into, especially with her alcohol hazed brain. She needs some time to think this through. She is supposed to be getting out of Charming, not tying herself down. She can’t help but be concerned about Vince. What if he tries to track her down. As much as she hopes that he’ll take the hint, that she’s not coming back, she can’t help but fear that he won’t be so willing to let her go. Even though she has no doubt that Jax will do everything in his power to protect her, she doesn’t feel it should have to be his problem.

“Jax, it’s not that easy. We both have other things going on in our lives. There’s no guarantee that us being together will even work.” Katrina tries to dissuade him. She doesn’t want to get his hopes up for something that may just be a pipe dream.

“At least we could try. If it doesn’t work then so be it, but I can’t live with the what ifs and could have beens without at least giving it a chance.” Jax tries his best to convince her. If he has to get down on his knees and beg he’s not afraid to do it.

“Maybe we should think this though. Preferably when we’re both not drunk.” A part of Kat wants to say yes….god yes… but she also doesn’t want to agree to something she might regret.

Jax is a little disappointed in Kat’s hesitation, but at least she hasn't said no yet. There may be hope.

Katrina gets up from her chair, her legs feel a bit wobbly. “I should probably head home, it’s getting late.”

“Like hell, you are” Jax replies a little too sharply, while grabbing the keys to her bike off the table. He rises from his seat to face her.

Katrina stares daggers at Jax, a little miffed at his tone. If he thinks he can control her and what she does, he’s got another think coming.

Jax quickly realizes how that came across. “Sorry, I didn’t mean for that to come out that way. It’s just, we’ve both been drinking…a lot. You’ve pretty much matched me shot for shot. I wouldn’t feel safe getting on my bike right now, and I don’t think it’d be a good idea for you to either. I’d hate to wake up in the morning, and find out that you wrapped your bike around a tree or something. You should probably crash here tonight.” Jax tries to explain.

Katrina is a little relieved at Jax explanation. It makes sense, although she’s not sure its a great idea to spend the night at the club house.

Jax approaches Kat, the draw of being near her to great to deny. He gently places his hand on her check, the memory of the bruise around her eye flashes across his mind. His thumb lightly caresses her check bone, but when there is no flinch from her, he is relieved that the wound has healed. He still feels that flash of anger that anyone would dare to raise a hand to her. He slowly lowers his lips to hers, aching to feel their softness against his. He has longed to kiss her for as long as he can remember.

Katrina is a little nervous at Jax’s closeness, but her body is quick to respond despite the warnings in her mind. When she feels Jax’s lips against hers an excitement courses through her veins. The feel of his velvety lips against hers was almost as intoxicating as the whiskey they have been drinking. Jax’s hands start slowly sliding down Katrina’s neck then around to her back, where he gently coaxes her into an embrace. Her body melds to his like it was made for it.

As the kiss deepens, warning bells go off in Katrina’s head. Her rational mind warns her that she should stop this from going any further, but years of pent up longing urge her to keep going. Katrina is swept up in the smells of leather, smoke and light cologne, with a hint of vanilla that seemed uniquely Jax. Before she realizes what is happening, she feels Jax’s hands lightly caress the sides of her breasts before traveling down her waist to rest on her hips. He draws her hips in closer to his and she can feel the evidence of his arousal. His breathing gets heavier, and Katrina feels the butterflies in her stomach.

Even though in her mind she knew this was a bad idea, Jax was like a drug, and she was jonesing for a hit. There was a passion between her and Jax that she had never felt with Vince. Maybe it was because it had been building since their youth. The feelings they had been holding back finally able to be explored. Katrina gives as much as she takes, returning Jax’s kiss with a fever of her own. She lightly rubs the tip of her tongue on Jax’s lips until he grants her access to his mouth. She hears his groan as he starts grinding his erection into her stomach. Jax starts guiding her to his dorm room without breaking the kiss. By the time they enter the room, they are both breathing heavily. Jax kicks the door shut with his foot, not wanting to break contact with Kat.

Katrina reaches for Jax’s belt intent on releasing it as she starts to kneel down in front of him. Jax grabs her arms and lifts her back up. “As much as I’d love to see your beautiful face going down on me, I want tonight to be all about you. I want to show you how strong my feelings are for you.” Jax expresses to her.

This is a new experience for Katrina, and she can’t help but feel a little excited about it. When she was with Vince, it was all about what he wanted and how he wanted it. Often times it seemed their lovemaking was very one sided, with her left feeling unsatisfied. Like she was just a toy for his pleasure.

Jax cups Katrina’s face and gives her another soul searing kiss. She can’t get enough of the taste and feel of his lips on hers. His hands wander down to the hem of her shirt and he gently lifts it up. They break the kiss long enough to get the shirt over her head. Jax then goes after Katrina’s belt, pulling it loose from its buckle, then he quickly releases the button on her dark jeans. He slowly slides her jeans down her legs then ghosts his fingers over her panty clad pussy. He smiles when he hears her sharp intake of breath. Katrina toes off her boots then slides the jeans off the rest of the way.

Jax takes a step back to take in Kat’s beauty while he kicks off his own shoes. Her black bra and panties compliment her tanned skin. He takes off his kutte and drapes it over the back of a nearby chair. The question of whether Katrina has more ink finally being answered. He has seen the tattoos on her arms, but now he’s seeing a large dreamcatcher on one of her sides and a colorful feather on the other. There is a black crow with a purple background on her collarbone and an angry wolf surrounded by roses on her thigh. He can’t help but admire the art adorning her body and is surprised that he finds himself getting even more aroused seeing it.

Jax guides Katrina to the bed where she sits on the edge and watches as he removes his pants and white t-shirt. He tosses them onto the growing pile of clothes on the floor. Jax approaches her in just his boxers not bothering to hide the fact that his cock is straining against the material. He tilts her face up for a quick kiss before his lips and tongue start wandering down her neck. He can’t help himself as he leaves a small hickey just above her collarbone. Jax caresses her breasts over the fabric of her bra, before reaching around to unclasp it and watching in awe as her perfect breasts are exposed. He takes one nipple into his mouth sucking and using his tongue to tease it into a peak, while he lightly caresses the other bud. His gently pinches and rolls her exposed nipple with his calloused fingers until it hardens and becomes sensitive. He then laves the other nipple with his tongue, sucking until he feels Kat squirm. Kat feels a tingling sensation travel from her stomach to her core. She can feel wetness gathering in her panties.

Jax lightly pushes on Katrina’s shoulders, encouraging her to lay back on the bed. Settling between her thighs he continues to lavish her body with attention, kissing and licking his way down to her panties. He starts rubbing her clit lightly through her underwear, just enough to cause her to squirm towards his hand. Her breathing becomes erratic, hitching every time his fingers touches the right spot. He can sense a bit of frustration from her at his teasing, causing his lips to curl into a smirk. Finally Jax runs his fingers along the top edge of her panties, slowly pulling them down her thighs, and leaving a trail of kisses and licks in their wake.

That first flick of Jax’s tongue on Katrina’s clit causes an explosion of sensations coursing through her body. She can’t remember the last time someone went down on her, making this time feel like the first time. Jax’s warm breath, and the feel of his whiskers rubbing on her most sensitive area threatening to send her over the edge. Jax can sense her body tensing up, like a coil ready to snap, so he starts kissing the inside of her thighs to give her a chance calm. Once her breathing returns to some semblance of normal he focuses his attention back on her core. The light ghosting of his tongue in her folds and around that little bundle of nerves feels like heaven to Kat. It doesn’t last long though. Jax quickly starts licking and sucking her bud like a man starved for water.

“God baby, you taste like honey to me, and I can’t get enough.” Jax praises her between breaths, as he laps up her juices.

It takes everything inside of Kat not to lose control. She runs her fingers through Jax’s hair as he continues his assault on her clit. His tongue then prodding her slit, going directly to the source of her sweetness. Katrina’s moans increase, and Jax’s name becomes a silent prayer. She then feels his finger teasing at her entrance. Lightly caressing through her folds, gathering moisture before sliding the slender digit inside her. He pumps his finger in and out, surprised at how tight she is. The feeling of her walls clenching on his finger sending a fresh surge of arousal straight to his already straining cock. He could tell the tip of it was already leaking pre-cum. Jax adds another finger inside her to help prepare her for what’s to come. He twists his fingers around and starts doing a come hither motion. Jax quickly finds that little bundle of nerves inside her that will probably be her undoing. He can feel her clench around his fingers and her thighs start to squeeze. Kat starts pulling his hair as he continues licking her clit and rubbing that hidden gem inside her. He can tell Kat is getting close to her release by her ragged breathing and the tightening of her muscles.

“Fuck, Jax, don’t stop.” Katrina manages between shuddering breaths. She can feel the knots in her stomach unraveling. Her impending orgasm right on the cusp of sending her over the edge. Her moans get louder the closer she gets.

“It’s ok baby, you can let go.” Jax encourages her. “Cum for me. Give me some more of that sweet nectar.”

That is her undoing. Jax’s husky voice beckoning her to release the flood gates. Wave after wave of intense pleasure washes over her. Her vision starts to fade and she is seeing stars. Her body shudders and her juices dribble straight into Jax’s waiting mouth. Jax laps every bit of it up as he slows the movement of his fingers. He tries to ease her down from her climax before removing his fingers.

When Kat’s breathing returns to normal she looks down at Jax’s smiling face. The evidence of her release glistening on he mustache and beard. Jax gently withdraws his fingers from inside her pussy, and she instantly feels a void. “I need you inside me.” There is a hunger in her eyes as Kat pleads to Jax. She wants…no needs, more.

Jax stands up and removes his boxers, finally unleashing the beast. Katrina is a little taken back by the size of his cock. She had no idea he was packing that much heat. Explains the loose fitting jeans. She feels a rush of excitement, and maybe a little bit of fear that it’s going to hurt. Jax sees her concern and reminds himself to take it slow, give her some time to adjust. She is nothing like the crow-eaters he’s fucked, girls that have taken so many dicks it a wonder they can feel anything.

“Do you have a condom?” Katrina timidly asks, suddenly nervous. Jax has already produced one son, she doesn’t want to take any chances that tonights actions result in another.

“Yeah, I do.” Jax can’t help but feel a little bummed about not being able to experience her pussy bareback, but he understands. He reaches into the nightstand drawer and pulls out a little foil package. Katrina watches in fascination as he tears it open with his teeth and pulls out the rubber. Jax strokes his straining cock a couple times then rolls the condom down from the tip to the base.

Katrina scoots up the bed giving Jax room to join her. He settles between her legs and pulls her face in for another passionate kiss. He then guides his cock to her core rubbing the head along her folds, gathering her wetness to help ease his passage. He lines himself up and slowly pushes his cock into her wet slit, going an inch at a time. He slowly rocks his hips back and forth, gaining an inch each time he pushes forward. When he finally bottoms out, he pauses for a moment, giving Kat time to adjust to his girth. When Jax stops, Katrina releases the breath she didn’t realize she was holding. She has never felt this full before. There is a slight burning from the stretch in her pussy, as well as an intense pleasure at the fullness.

“Relax your muscles, baby. It’ll help.” Jax whispers in her ear, concern in his tone.

After a few calming breaths, Kat feels ready for him to start moving again. She tilts her pelvis towards him, and then gives him a slight nod. Jax sets a slow pace at the beginning. The feeling of her tight, constricting walls threatening to send him over the edge. He feels like a damn teenager, ready to blow his load after only a few quick pumps. It takes every ounce of his control to prevent that from happening.

“Fuck, baby, you’re so tight.” Jax whispers almost reverently. He’s trying to stay in control, but he feels it slipping fast as he picks up the pace. Thrusting in and out, fast and faster. His balls crashing against her ass, as her walls clench around him. The tip of his cock brushing against her cervix each time he bottoms out.

Katrina feels the knot in her stomach growing. Every time Jax trusts into her pussy a tingle travels down her spine and straight into her core. She can feel her climax quickly approaching. She wraps her arms around his chest, her nails digging into his back. The moans coming from her mouth getting louder and louder each time his cock brushes against her sweet spot.

Jax can feel her tightening around him, and he knows he’s not going to be able to last much longer. “It’s ok, baby. Cum for me. Cum on my cock.” Jax reaches down to her clit, rubbing circles over it with his thumb.

Katrina is plunging over the edge as another intense orgasm rips through her body. Every nerve ending in her body is tingling as her juices coat Jax’s dick and balls. She clings to Jax’s body as she rides out the high. Jax follows her after a few more thrusts, a wave of euphoria washing over his body as his cock releases rope after rope of warm cum. Jax collapses next to her on the bed, then he draws her into his embrace. His twitching cock still nestled in her depths. They both lay there for a moment trying to catch their breath.

“That was amazing.” Jax says in awe, his breathing still labored. His fantasies of her never even coming close to the bliss he just experienced.

Katrina nods her agreement, exhaustion claiming her body. She nestles into Jax’s warmth as he squeezes her against him. Jax kisses the top of her head, as a feeling of contentment washes over him. He doesn’t want this night to end.

After a few minutes the twitching of Jax’s cock subsides and it begins to soften. He wraps his hand around the base of it to hold the condom in place as he withdraws it from Kat’s warm depths. Even as sleep starts to claim Kat, she can’t help the groan that escapes her mouth at the loss of the fullness in her pussy. Jax chuckles a little at the pout now gracing her face. He disposes of the condom in the trash, before heading into the bathroom to clean up. Once he is done cleaning himself, he returns to the bed with a warm washcloth to gently clean Kat. She flinches a little when he wipes around her sensitive bud. He has no doubt that she’s going to be a little sore tomorrow. When he finishes with the washcloth, he tosses it into a nearby laundry basket, before turning off the light. He climbs back into the bed, pulling the covers over them. Katrina seeks out his warmth again, resting her head on his chest as his arm wraps around her back drawing her close. Sleep quickly claims both of them.

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Tagging: @momc95 @jerseynurse82

#redwood original #reaper crew #SAMCRO #soa #soa fanfiction #sons of anarchy imagine #sons of anarchy #jax teller fanfic #jax teller imagine #jax teller smut #jax teller

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asterrology · 4 years

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sibby, lili, faye !!

sibby: what’s your muse’s favorite ice cream flavor/s?

okay, so aster’s all-time fave would be cotton candy. especially the ben & jerry’s one with the candy sprinkles! followed closely by cookie dough ice cream because being told you shouldn’t eat raw cookie dough is the best way to make aster fall in love with it. ( the way madi got my hopes up with an ice cream called moon mist?? smh ) however, she also loves any ice cream that’s either pretty or weird. bonus points for both!

lili: does your muse believe in soulmates?

oh yeah!! aster has always believed in soulmates. fairy tale endings and promises of ‘ the one ’? she ADORES that. pretty much every serious relationship she’s had was someone she considered her soulmate. having that guarantee someone is out there for her is v important.

faye: what’s your muse’s night routine?

fair warning: this is just messy rambling from harley

aster isn’t organized enough to have a ~routine~ but she definitely has things she makes sure she does every night in no particular order. it’s amazing she hasn’t started a fire yet bc lighting candles is an every night thing. pink to send good energies to loved ones & white to use your intentions and energy to help loved ones have a good sleep. a cleansing shower with spell jars & crystals to end the day. leaving all her tarot cards, crystals & anything else to charge under the moon. writing out a lil schedule for the next day and putting a good luck sigil on it. that also gets charged under the moon. some tea to unwind as well as a tea leaf reading. with all the cleansing and charging energy of her night routine, disconnecting from technology before bed would fit, but aster doesn’t do it. on nights when she doesn’t have anyone over, she’s the type to call someone she loves just before bed bc she likes to hear the sound of their voice. living alone is Not It for her. however, she does meditate before bed. gotta align those chakras. variations to the list accounting for moon phases ofc. she’d also have a skincare routine ( probably picked out by the aesthetic of the packaging... i won’t lie. ) i wouldn’t say this is a Night Routine Thing, but she’d be the type to put a lil throw blanket in the dryer just for it to be warm and wrap herself after a rough day.

#( aster hutchins ; answered meme ) / * SHIMMERING BEAUTIFUL & WHEN I BREAK IT'S IN A MILLION PIECES #frankieshq

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personallbest · 2 years

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Whoops sorry about the double question! To make it up to you I will now think of three things to ask you >:)

I'm doing well! I'm going into my third year next week so I'm taking this week to catch up with friends and prepare myself for that. It's also my 20th birthday soon so I'm trying to think of ways to celebrate lol

God I get how tiring downloading all that content is. It's probably my least favorite part of the process. And I've started my set! It's going almost comically slowly but we get there when we get there I suppose

Writing these asks (this one in particular) makes me feel like I'm drafting a letter to a loved one at sea. I don't usually type like this ((i am actually a master of disguise)) but once I start using proper capitalization and punctuation I feel like I have to. I should've started this with My Dearest Joanna, or something

Okay this got long! Sorry about that. My two questions for you today are:

1) Are you aware of the hammerhead bat? If not, would you like to be?

and 2) What's your favorite thing about yourself?

Bonus 3rd (that you don't have to answer since this got longer than intended): Realistically, who would your Greek god parent be, and is it different than who you would want it to be?

Yours faithfully,

PSC Anon :)

third year, that’s very exciting! and the big 2-0, so much is happening for you!! when’s your bday? dude, downloading is so 🤬 especially t*rrenting, oh my god that takes forever. I’m proud of you for starting though!!

a loved one at sea LMAOOO that’s a very cute way of describing it 🥲

1) no…is it an animal of some sort or is this a meme I missed out on because I’m too old for the internet?

2) i wish you asked me this a few months back and i could’ve said my harley quinn-esque hair probably my sense of humor. I won’t be a stand-up comedian any time soon but my friends think I’m funny and so does my therapist, so that’s all that matters.

3) ofc I’m gonna answer this one, gotta stay true to my url. when I was a kid, I was convinced I’d be a daughter of Athena, Apollo would be cool too. but realistically, it’d be Nemesis (my friend actually told me this) or Hypnos. what about you, who would yours be? 👀

#asks #anon #pscentral anon #I really loved this one #sorry i take forever to answer though 💀#my adhd’s been so bad

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sayegha · 6 years

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Tag Game

(Edit: i made one mistake... It supposed to be Tag Game... Omg im so sorry xD)

Tagged by my sweetie @momo-peach-army !~ Thank you so much for tagging me!

Rules: Answer thirty questions and tag twenty people

Nicknames: Lexi, Alex or Ryoutacchi

Gender: Female

Star Sign: Virgo

Height: 158 cm ( 5.18 ft. Is that correct? Im not sure..)

Time: 17:00 pm or 5:00 Pm

Birthday: September 3rd

Favorite Bands: Linkin Park, My Chemical Romance, Paramore, For All those sleeping, Green days, Fall Out Boy Motionless in White and In This Moment

Favorite Solo Artists: Avril Lavigne, Hayley Williams and Nano. (Bonus, does Ryouhei Kimura count? Since he does sing Kise’s characters songs....)

Song in Your Head: Misery Business - Paramore

Last Movie: Ah i forgot the title... Its something about dragons... No its not How to train your dragon..

Last T.V. Show: Kuroko No Basket

Why did you Create this Blog: I was here because of Mystic Messenger posts. But i was inactive that time until i watched Kuroko No Basket. I dont see any blog that has only Kise Ryouta in it so i decided to make one. Even to make friends here ofc!

What do you Post/Reblog: Mostly Kise Ryouta. But sometimes some updates or other things.

Last Thing You Googled: Instagram Food. Yeah dont ask please. xD

Other Blogs: Yeah but that one is deleted for some reason ?_?

Why the URL: It was first WildMysticX because i like putting Wild in my usernames. And Mystic from Mystic Messenger. And that X was just for extra.

But! Later when my blog grew, i changed to Lilryoutacchi! Because lil for little because im a little potato xD and Ryouta from Kise’s first name then his suffix on the end because i love it! So uh... Yeah xD

I Follow: 188 blogs

Followers: 406 (Thank you so muchhh ;-;-;-;)

Lucky Number: 7 Lenny face

Instruments: I do play the violin! ^^

What are you Wearing: Ripped black jeans, a black shirt that has Joker and Harley Quinn on it, black socks and spikey-ish bracelet.

Last Book you Read: Harry Potter the cursed child

Top Three Universes: Hm... I would say Kuroko No Basket ofcourse because i do love watching some intense basketball matches..

Or Danganronpa. I mean it is bad ofcourse with that sadistic Kuma but i do like when you can investigate the murder in school and has amazing students with talents.

Or Persona! Been a fan like 2-3 years and im still at the fandom. Gawsh i just still love how you can fight shadow with a creature who fights for you. Idk how to explain it but its so amazing!

I tag: @vanilladaydreams22 @fluffyinsanity @shirukusan @lara-on-ice @ah-la-vem @my-insanely-many-artworks

If I Choose you it’s Because: I love how you support the blog with lots of love and agreeing much things! Ofcourse you dont have to do this if you want. ^^

#tag name #thanks for the tag fam

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daughterofgaston · 7 years

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Trick-or-Treat

Request: I haven’t seen anyone do a fic like this but OFC takes her daughter treat or treating and along the way she meets Harry who is also taking his son trick or treating and they bond over the fact that they’re single parents and can I just have loads of fluff and an eventual agreement to go on a date, bonus if Harry and OFC are wearing matching costumes!

Words: 1,096

Warnings: None

Tags: @hooked-onfandoms

A/N: I LOVE HALLOWEEN AND YES PLEASE! By the way, I made this a bit more of a modern AU sort of imagine so I hope you enjoy! And I bumped up their ages some so they’re like in their mid to late twenties in this

In the large city of Auradon, not many people actually took their children trick or treating. It was mostly just trunk-or-treats, or they’d go to families houses to get candy or whatever. But for the most part, the actual art of trick or treating was dead.

Which was why you decided that you were going to take your four-year-old daughter trick-or-treating officially, just like you had when you were younger. “Mommy mommy hurry up!” Your young daughter, Bethany, called out excitedly as she jumped up and down holding her little plastic jack-o-lantern to hold the candy.

You gave a laugh, holding onto her bonnet since she was dressed as a girl on the Little House on the Prairie. “Slow down, sweetheart! You’re getting too far ahead of me!” You called out, jogging a little bit to catch up with her and about to grab onto her arm, gasping when you ended up plowing into someone by accident which caused all of you to fall down.

“Oh, I am so sorry! My daughter just got away from me and I wasn’t paying any attention!” You said, fixing your Harley Quinn outfit some and looking up, beginning to laugh some when you noticed the man you bumped into was currently dressed up as the Joker, his young son being Batman. “Well hi there, puddin’!” You said playfully.

The man gave a laugh, standing up and helping the two children up, both of them crying but neither hurt. “Well, hello ta ye, doll!” He returned the joke, fixing his son’s outfit but ignoring his cries for the most part before turning his attention back to you. “I’m Harry.” He said in his normal voice, which contained a Scottish accent.

“You talk funny!” Your daughter said as she hugged your leg, giggling and just being very bubbly.

“Bethany!” You scolded, reaching down and very gently tapping her on the mouth. “You do not say things like that, apologize right now!” You told her, looking at Harry who laughed.

“It’s alright, I get that a lot from kids so ye don’t have ta worry about it,” Harry assured as he reached down and picked up his son, who looked about three years old. “This is me son, James.” He introduced, patting his son on the belly. “Can ye say hi ta the pretty lady?” You blushed at his statement but waved to the small boy.

“Hi there, James! My name is [Y/N]. How old are you?” You asked, chuckling as the boy just turned to bury his face in his father’s neck, it obvious the child was very shy.

Harry chuckled and looked at you, bouncing his son up some. “He’s three…he’s a shy boy, so he probably won’t say much.” Harry chuckled, kissing his head and then looking around. “Did yer husband stay at home?” He asked curiously, and you chuckled.

“Oh, I’m not married. I’m not even dating…Bethany’s father and I broke up a couple years ago. He’s still in the picture but not much.” You explained, knowing that you and your daughter’s father didn’t really get along all that well and you both only put up with each other for your daughter, and Harry nodded in understanding.

“Aye, well it’s good that he’s still around. James’ mum left when he was about a year old, said she couldn’t handle bein’ a mum anymore and she wasn’t ready.” Harry said, obviously angry with the woman over leaving their son- frankly, you don’t blame him.

“That is horrible! My daughter is my entire world, I could never imagine just up and leaving her.” You said, shaking your head and then looking at the time. “Would you like to join us for trick or treating? After this, we’re headed to the zoo…kids five and under get in free, and parents in costumes are half off if you want to join.” You offered, reaching down and fixing your daughters hair some, and Harry looked at James.

“What do ye say, buddy? Would ye like to do that?” He asked his son, smiling when he gave a timid nod. “I guess we would love to join ye for that, lass, I haven’t been able ta take him ta the zoo yet but I know he’d love it,” Harry said as he rubbed James’s back.

A few hours later, after your trip to the zoo, both children were fast asleep in their respective parent’s vehicle, you had met Harry at the zoo since you didn’t necessarily want to drive him every which way to the zoo and back to his place, which he understood. “Well, that was a lot of fun, and I think the kids liked it.” You said, smiling as you watched your daughter sleep happily in her car seat, watching as Harry finished strapping James into his car seat.

“He did like it a lot…and I think he likes ye too. He was telling me when I took him to the bathroom he thought you were pretty.” Harry said, shutting the door and looking at you. “I have ta say I agree.” He said with a wink, which caused you to blush.

“Oh hush.” You said, taking the Harley Quinn wig off to reveal your [H/C] hair instead.

“It’s true…I think yer really pretty, and I would like to know if maybe…I dunno, I could take ye out for coffee sometime? Without the kids?” Harry asked, looking oddly nervous, which he hadn’t been at all that day.

“This better not be a trick.” You said, meaning that as a joke to go along with the ever famous holiday saying, which Harry caught onto no problem so he gave his already common mischevious grin.

“I would have ta say it lies a little more on the treat spectrum, especially since I’ll pay for ye.” Harry said as he looked at you, shoving his hands in his pockets as you thought about it before you gave a smile and nod.

“Then treat.” You said, grinning some before looking at the time, reaching into your car and digging around for a pen and paper, finding one in your glove compartment and writing your number down before handing it to him.

“Text me, okay?” You told him, smiling as you went to get into the driver’s seat of the car, and Harry smiled at you.

“Sounds good ta me, lass.” He said, smiling and waving to you as you started up your car and drove off, feeling your heart pounding in your chest with excitement.

Maybe Halloween wasn’t just for children after all.

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top 5 homestuck character, u damn nerd

hate u1. dave strider2. jade harley3. roxy lalonde4. karkat vantas5. meenah peixesbonus: terezi ofc

#ask #old school #asderg

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cupidquinn-moved · 4 years

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people i’d like to know better.

ALIAS / NAME : Iggy or Rizu, whichever you like. I answer to both.

BIRTHDAY : sept 19

ZODIAC SIGN : virgo

HEIGHT : 5′6 or 5′7 depending on my posture XD

HOBBIES : writing, reading, binging movies and TV, making pretty things with photoshop photopea, existential despair.

FAVORITE COLOR : purple

FAVORITE BOOK : I have a lot of books I love tbh, but if I looked down deep into my heart of hearts, I’d say it’s a toss up between The Picture of Dorian Grey and Dracula. Yes, I do genuinely enjoy reading 19th Century literature. XD I’m not saying this to seem like an intellectual or whatever.

LAST SONG : Jack the Ripper // Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds

LAST FILM/SHOW : I’m binge watching Heroes right now (it’s on NBC’s Peacock, which does have a free with commercials stream option, fyi), because I never watched more than the first season and a couple in the second season like look, I know I know, the first season is the only good one, but frankly, even the first season had its problems due in part to having maybe half an interesting cast, like honestly, Nikki’s storyline could have been improved so much without it being really muddled about her superpower. Like, throughout most of season one it seems like the manifestation of her second personality is her superpower, a berserker kinda rage, but I think her superpower is being crazy strong and it’s just that Jessica who’s able to access it more readily than Nikki. It’s also not explained why Jessica hates DL so much. Also DL got a raw ass deal in S2. BUT ANYWAY. Don’t fucking get me started.

INSPIRATION : I draw a lot from Stjepan Sejic’s Harleen, which is fucking fantastic, don’t let yourself be put off by (yet another) retread of her origin story on DC’s Black Label (not that there’s anything wrong with Black Label, just that I personally went in thinking it was going to be some edgelord nonsense and it absolutely is anything but), B:tAS, ofc, and SuSquad and Birds of Prey to a lesser extent. Mind, I love them both (I am a total stan for SuSquad, like yeah, it’s a big dumb movie, but it’s got a hell of an aesthetic and some great performances), but the inspiration I draw is more about the way Margot Robbie moves in her skin, her sense of fashion, her whole vibe.

STORY BEHIND URL : One of Harley’s nicknames is Cupid of Crime, so i wanted to use that somehow, I knew cupidcrime and crimecupid were already taken so I didn’t want to rip them off and create confusion, so I fiddled around with some ideas until I settled on cupidquinn. I always try to meet the challenge of not having to use replacement letters, so I was quite pleased to settle with this. (bonus: My original url was harliqveen, which is obviously a play on harlequin. lol rip me for not spelling part of it right in the first damned place.)

tagged by: @noblewitch (Hi!!!!) tagging: you, you, yeah you too, over there! Yeah, absolutely. Do it now.

#dash games #lol i did this on my other account so is this weird?#I did answer the questions differently so I mean?

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MO ASTOR- CHAPTER 30

We don’t own the bikes, brothers, or any “related” Sons of Anarchy, trust us, if we did we wouldn’t have the time to write. No money is being made from our stories. So, please don’t sue. It’d be a fruitless endeavor indeed. That being said, Harley, Journee, and any other newbies are ours, and we don’t share. :Whispers in creepy voice: “My precious.” The universe This reality is a mix of cannon, and our own ideas. We strive to keep the boys cannon, but since we will be shifting around some of the events, that will reflect in our writing and their personalities as well. It’s our goal to provide you with quality fiction, and solid, fleshed out OFC. We appreciate constructive criticism and love LOVE reviews, they are a writers life blood and definitely help encourage us and inspire us. We will be posting on our Tumblr where we’ll have fun pictures from time to time as well. http://tellerford13.tumblr.com We’ll also be taking requests for one shots, preferences or imagines for all things Sons at our other Tumblr, so check it out and send your thoughts!http://tellerford13oneshots.tumblr.com/ And just for fun, we’ve decided to start a Pinterest for the story! So if you want a glimpse at our girls and see into our world, check it out! https://www.pinterest.com/tellerford/

A/n: A reward for your patience and continued interest. #Surprisepost #roundrobin

Mo Astor 30

Journee

“Scottie treating you alright?”

I glance over at Lee and toss her a look that screams really?

I sigh. “He’s not a Star Trek character Daddy. You know his name the same as I do. It’s too late to get cold feet now with your blessing.” I tap the chest tattoo, and he scowls.

“Being married is making you lippy. Now answer the question baby girl.”

“Chibs is awesome, like always.”

He narrows his gaze, and I look him in the eyes. He’s always been paranoid. It comes with the territory of being an S.A, but he’s also been in this life long enough to know how quickly things can go south for old ladies.

“If that ever changes...”

“I’ll let you know after I split his fucking head open myself,” I say determined to never be in the same position I was with Kyle again.

“That’s my baby girl. Now about baby Teller,” he says turning his intense gaze onto Lee.

“Wait. What? I’m not the married one.” “Doesn’t matter. You entered into a high-profile relationship. We all know what he’s capable of when it comes to women, but I’m assuming he's not stupid enough to break your heart.”

“Yeah Lee. How’s that coming along?” I ask batting my lashes as I take a healthy bite of the pork ribs cooked to falling off the bone perfection on the grill. It’s a Saturday, and the GB’s are having a family get together. Which looks a lot different from Charming because most of the men are bachelors. The boys are going to try to join us later, but I’m not holding my breath. Club comes first, and they’re off doing one thing or another.

“It’s going well. We’re good. I mean it’s Jax. You’ve known him all his life.”

“Yeah, that’s the problem,” Dad mumbles.

I snicker. “Dad. Would I let my sister get played? No. I would’ve told her to pump the breaks before they even got started. They’re solid.”

“Lee?”

“We’re good.”

“Hmmm.” He sits back in his chair, and I fight the urge to roll my eyes. My Dad is not my Mom. He’ll pop me in the mouth quicker than I can say boo. He doesn’t take disrespect lightly, and I know better than to give any his way. It might seem harsh to some, but GB runs a tight ship. They’re smaller, so they have to. There aren’t too many predominately black M.C.’s who have as much sway as we do, or who’ve been around as long. We constantly have eyes on us. Which means maintaining our image is a must. It’s one of the things I hate most about this life. Women are accessories and ornaments. We have to look, talk, and behave a certain way depending on the set of people we’re around. Why people think biker chicks are dumb, I’ll never know. We have to be everything. The homemaker, caretaker, alibi giver, and a million other things all in one.

“I’m glad to see you two settle down. I was starting to think no man would ever tie either of you down.”

I take another bite of my food to keep my sharp tongue busy.

“We were just waiting for the right man,” Lee says.

“Someone mention me?” Kick asks appearing with a wide grin. I notice immediately he’s rocking our charter patch instead of a Nomad.

Oh, shit. “You back with us now, K?” I ask the question so Lee doesn’t have to.

“Yeah, Me and the road parted ways amicably. How you doing, Lee?”

“I’m good Kick,” Lee says softly.

“She’s dating Jackson Teller now,” Dad says. His eyes are sparkling as he watches Kick wince and the tension rushes in and settles over the picnic bench.

I cough to hide my laugh. I don’t feel bad for the fucker. He did my girl dirty. I want him to realize how much he’s shit out of luck right now. You don’t decide to turn Nomad without so much as a warning and think your girlfriend is going to be okay with it.

“That right? You an Old Lady?” he asks.

Lee shakes her head no.

“Not yet anyways.” I add.

She elbows my side, and I give her a grease riddled kiss on the cheek.

“Gross.” She wipes it away, and we laugh.

“I’ll be seeing you,” Kick says giving her a lingering glance as he heads off.

“Never a dull day round here huh? When did that happen?” I ask gesturing toward Kick’s departing back.

“He got voted back in this morning. We need more bodies. Recruiting is slow going.”

“Because you’re so scary and picky,” I say.

He shrugs. “Takes a lot to wear the black and orange.” His chest swells with pride, and I can’t help the pride that wells up inside me. This is my family, and it’s good to hold court. Charming is a second home, but this will always be where my roots were first planted. I know Mom is giving us space so he can give us the third degree. They always did the good cop bad cop routine, unless I pissed my mom off. Then she could be every bit as terrifying as my father.

“Did we miss anything else major?”

“Nah. If you came around more, you’d know these things.”

“Touché old man, but I got a business to run, and she has one to keep afloat.”

“It’s true,” Lee says in a sing-song voice.

He grins, and I roll me eyes. I never knew a man so proud of his daughter doing tattoos.

“I know. We got an area set up for you in the clubhouse. You’re going to go home with a nice chunk of change.”

“I’ll never say no to the green. I guess I best fortify myself with lunch.”

“I’ll play Girl Friday and keep you stocked up,” Lee says.

“Thanks, wifey,” I say with a wink.

“Here comes your mother.”

Oh, imagine that. She must know you’re doing asking us a million questions and giving us the glare of doom. My mom is an undercover hoverer. I imagine I’ll be the same way with Filip. You don’t want to make them look weak, but you worry, and you watch and wait always prepared to ruffle feathers. As my mother would say, some things need a women’s touch. I bet they have some sort of tell, so she knows when it’s cool to come over. I should talk to Filip about that.

“There are my girls.” My mom envelopes me, hugging me against her ample bosom. The scent of her perfume reaches me, and I relish it. I don’t see them as often as I used to. I need to remedy that. They won’t be around forever, and life expectancy and freedom can be fleeting in our life. I’ll never forget the four years she spent behind bars. With my father’s job, there was no way I could be left alone at thirteen to fend for myself. His family had written them off, and my mother’s family continuously tried to get her out of the life. Sending me to live with them would only lead to disaster. Thank God, Gemma stepped up and took me.

It was a good business move, but it was also a huge show of trust. My father respected the hell of JT. He could never predict everything that would follow. The thought of his death still makes my stomach ache. I watch as Mom moves on to her bonus baby. She’d taken up the mantle of caring and guiding her along with Gemma as her Gram aged. It made us more than just best friends, perhaps that’s why we turned to each other sexually. What started off as experimenting turned into something else entirely.

I shift in my seat as desire pools in my belly, and thoughts of her creamy breasts and clean shaven pussy slip into my head. It's been too long since we had some girl time. I’d have to remedy that tonight. Can’t let my wifey fell neglected.

Mom moves to sit beside Dad, and we play catch up as we continue to eat. I enjoy the sun and conversation. I’m also secretly enjoying the kick in the pants Kick will give big brother. As soon as I get a chance, I’ll be texting him. I know the business he has is a gun run. It’s not hard to figure out. Barring a problem, they should be free, and this will be sure to get him here.

Half an hour later, I’m set up and watching a line form as I declare my makeshift tattoo station ready. It’s going to be a long afternoon.

***

My hands and back are screaming as I wipe the back tattoo of the GB grim reaper.

“Alright, Mack. You’re all done.”

We’d been working on this bad boy in two to three-hour sessions, and it’s finally complete. I roll back and grin.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, brother, Go look at it.”

I nod toward the full-length mirror we’ve leaned against the wall. I roll my shoulders and crack my neck before I take in my surroundings. I spot Lee at the bar looking disinterested in whatever Kick is saying to her.

“This is amazing,” Mack says.

I admire the Reaper with it’s flickering flame eyes, and it’s skeletal fist raised with the GB emblem worked into the robe.

“Thanks, man.”

He walks over, and my jaw drops when he gives me a thousand even.”

“That’s too much.”

“Nah, you earned every penny of that tip, baby girl.”

I beam. “Thanks.” I quickly shut down shop, and move to rescue Lee.

I walk up behind her, plaster my body to hers and wrap an arm around her waist. I lean over her shoulder and smirk. “She’s not interested, and I’m not willing to share my bestie any longer. So shoo.”

He scowls.

“Bye, Kick,” Lee says. I kiss the corner of her mouth, and his eyebrows raise.

“Shit’s changed,” I say lowering my voice an octave and curl my upper lip. I know Lee has no feelings for him, but just the same, I’m not about to let him get any ideas. My brother has enough to worry about.

He raises his hands in the universal sign of surrender. “Aight, I know when I’m not wanted.”

Lee tilts her head back and bats her eyelashes. “My hero.”

“How long was he here bothering you?”

“About fifteen minutes. I made it clear I wasn’t interested, but he kept rattling on and spitting weak game. I was going to shut him down painfully after I finished my beer.”

“You’re so tempting. I can see why he couldn’t help but try.”

“Is that possession I see?” she whispers.

“Only people you belong to have names that start with J.” I fight the urge to nip her bottom lip. “We should go to our room and unwind.

We have our own room complete with a dresser with spare clothes, and two queen-sized beds in the clubhouse left over from the teen years when I was shuttled to and fro for visits and later living between to clubs.

“Unwind? Is that what we’re calling it?”

“I want to show you what Daddy’s taught me,” I whisper. The thought of dominating her has me wet and ready to play.

Her eyes darken, and her breath hitches. “Has baby girl grown up?”

“Why don’t you come find out?”

She drains her beer, and I laugh as she stands, and we head to our room.

Once we’re inside, I press her against the door and lock it. Her pulse jumps into her throat, and her eyes are half-lidded.

“Someone’s excited.”

“I’m eager to sample these lesson’s Chibs has been giving you first-hand.”

I bury my fingers in the dark silk of her hair. “Remember you asked for this,” I whisper against her lips.

She moans, and I fist her hair and yank slightly and guide her over to the bed. “Bend over, and lift that skirt. I want to see the one thing Kick will never have again.”

I give her enough slack to wiggle up the skirt and reveal the lacy black underwear.

“Look at that ass.” I trail my nails over her silk covered apple bottom. I release my hold on her hair and deliver a slap. She gasps. I bend down, grip the material with my teeth, and move them to her ankles. I leave them on, liking the restricted movement. “I wanted to do this in the bar,” I whisper as I ease her legs apart. “Eat this pretty pussy out in front of him.”

“Oh, God.”

“Would you have liked that?”

“Yes.”

“Naughty.” I grip her thighs and lean into sample her slick center. I moan as her creamy sweetness coats my tongue. I lose myself in the smooth flesh and flavor as I explore everything but the quivering needy clit protruding. I ignore the pretty pink pearl, sucking her lips into my mouth. She wiggles and I smirk against her skin. She’s used to ordering me. The tension in her body gets me high. The weariness from work is forgotten. I pull back.

“No.”

I slap her pussy, and she jerks and cries out.

“You’re not in control right now, pretty girl.” I palm her warmth, and she grinds against me. “Be still.” She grunts but complies. “Good girl,” I purr. I remove my hand and thrust two fingers deep.

“Oh, shit.” I smile as I give it to her fast and deep, angling, so I hit her sweet spot. She loves to stretch things out, but I’m in control, and I want to see her come undone.

“Journee,” She cries.

“Love it when you call my name, baby.” I bend and bite the area between her neck and her shoulder. Her slick walls clench around me as she yields trembling as she comes.

“No one can make you come faster. I think I need to give my brother some pointers. Would you like that?”

Her entire body shudders, and I grin. Tonight might be more interesting than I thought.

#sons of anarchy #sons of anarchy fanfiction #Jax Teller #chibs telford #Mo Astor

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