#the club

[zanephillips]

Alejandro Puente and Martín Saracho El Club 1.22 "Mami, tumba la casa"

[nosieposie]

Housewarming party at Mion's first flat (⁠>⁠▽⁠<⁠)⁠ﾉ*⁠.⁠✧

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

At First Sight 1

Warnings: dark elements, noncon, age gap, other dark elements. Proceed with caution. (Plus!short!reader)

Note: Please let me know what you think as it helps me a lot with ideas and I love interacting with you all.

Part of The Club AU

You are so drunk. Not just tipsy, you are loaded. The lights glare fuzzily around you as bass thumps in the floor and into your body. As you sway and rock to the music, you barely remember where you, hardly recognise the faces of your own friends.

Rhonda is entwined with a guy, so close they may as well kiss, and Starla is just as shameless with the pretty redhead she pulled from across the floor. As usual, you're the odd one out, but you don't mind. You're having a blast. You're so blitzed, you can't be anything close to lonely.

You throw your arms up as your favourite Beyonce song blares on. Rhonda entangles herself with her boy toy completely, tongues desperately mashing together, and Starla has her arm over the redhead's shoulders as she points to the bar, walking in that direction. As you turn to watch her go, your back collides with another body.

Before you can apologise, two hips curl around your hips. You squirm, unused to touch. Insecure as even the large paws that have accosted you can't make you feel waifish like your gorgeous friends.

"Hey," the grizzly voice undercuts the music, "how ya doin', honeybee?"

You blink, clueless as to what to do. You look at Rhonda but she's consumed by her partner and Starla's still off getting a refill. You touch the man's wrist but quickly recoil. How do you do this?

"Honeybee?" You force your voice put to compete with the music.

"Mmm, yeah, you look sweet," he growls as he squeezes your hips tighter, pulling you back against him, "sorry, not mucha a dancer."

"Oh, um," you look up, trying to see him over your shoulder, "uh, me either."

"Look good to me," he counters as his hot breath seeps into your scalp and he inhales, as if catching your scent, "you smell sweet too, honeybee."

Your body is both alight with flames and stringent with ice. You try to sway but he's planted firmly. You gently touch his hand again, and manage to turn yourself to face him. His grip hovers on your hips.

"Should we start with names?" You smile shyly as you get a look at him. You're nervous as he peers back. You hope he's not disappointed.

"Mm, I like ya just as much from the front," he winks, "name's Sy."

"Sy," you repeat before you give your own name.

He's not bad on the eyes, tall, broad, and bright blue eyes. His beard's a bit thick for your liking but you’re not picky. You can't really be.

"You want another drink?" He offers as his hands run up to your waist and your catch them, squiriming.

"Sure," you accept, hoping to get at least a little space so you can get your head straight.

"Alright, honeybee," he purrs and draws his touch away, only to turn and put his hand on the small of your back, "you like the sweet drinks?"

"Uh, yeah, I don't mind cocktails," you agree, cringing at your own awkwardness.

"You're cute," he says as he urges you through the crowd, "I like that."

You stagger drunkenly but don't fall. You try to play off your little stumble and he slips his hand across your back to grip your waist and pull you closer.

As you near the bar, Starla detaches herself with a fresh drink of her own. She notices Sy and raises her brows before sticking out her tongue. Her other hand is around the redhead's as she tug her back toward the dancefloor.

The man easily bulls his way through the crowd around the bar and signals at the bartender. As she nears, he turns back to you.

"What d'ya want?" He asks.

"Rum and coke is fine," you answer with your default. Usually you just get whatever the others get.

He turns back and issues his order to the bartender. He waits, tapping his fingers on the leather trim until the drinks appear. He pays and says some unheard words to the bartender. He takes the glasses and turns, offering you the dark rum and coke.

Your stomach gurgles as you accept it. You only really get a free drink out of pity. One of Rhonda or Starla's hookups feel like they have to me nice to the 'other one'. More than the anxiety, the unreadiness, it's the alcohol already swishing around in your gut.

He sidles you along the bar to an empty space. He sips from a pint of amber bear, the foam sticking in his beard around his mouth. He wipes it away with the back of his hand.

"You from around here, honeybee?"

"Um, lived here a few years, yeah."

"Whatcha doin' in a place like this?"

You sip, more nervous than thirsty. Ugh, it's strong. He wouldn't order a double.

"We're just about to graduate," you chime brightly, happy to have something to talk about. "Yeah, fourth years over, exams are all done..."

"Smart girl," he remarks, eyes sparkling. “Bet ya can guess I'm a bit past all that.”

He brushes his hand over his beard, a few grays catching the lights as the change hues. He doesn't look that old. And you don't have to do anything more than talk to him. You're not the type to go home with a stranger. Not that you ever had the chance.

“I didn't– well, what do you do?” You ask evasively. You take another gulp.

“Military,” he answers bluntly, “can't say much more than that, ya know. Confidential stuff.”

“Oh,” you can't help your surprise. You feel even more out of your depth. “That's interesting.”

“Nah, sweet thing like you don't care about war stuff. Ugly business,” he dismisses, “how your drink then, honeybee?”

“Um,” you look down. It even smells strong. “It's good. Thank you.”

[clutterbrain]

I can't be at the club, I don't have any natural predators there. :/ Yeah I would quickly outcompete local species and exhaust the food supply

[witchthewriter]

𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐬' 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐩𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞

⤷ female, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!  

Warnings: swears, mention of blood and bruising, also creeps

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ | ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ ᴵᴵ

𝐉𝐀𝐗

・Not surprised, but a tad shocked. He was used to this behaviour from his mother.

・But when he laid his eyes on you, all he could feel was pride.

"How'd the other guy look?"

"Way fuckin' worse, sweetheart," you said with a smirk.

"That's my girl."

・His arm wrapped around you as you left the station, Unser already pulling strings to get you out. Plus, the guy wasn't going to press charges.

・While getting on the back of Jax's bike you said, "You know what, it felt pretty good."

"I know it does babe, but please don't make it a regular thing," he replied and lightly slapped you on your thigh.

"I'll do my best..."

𝐎𝐏𝐈𝐄

・"The hell did that come from?" He asked as you walked through the front door, nursing a very swollen black eye. Apparently punching first doesn't mean you've won the fight.

・"Ugh, would you believe me if I said I ran into a pole?"

"You hate running."

"Fuck, you're right."

・Out of all the guys, he's the most surprised. It took him a while to process it, the story, the lump on your forehead.

・But to him, it meant you accepted this life.

・From his first marriage, Opie was used to having a s/o who was against the club, but with you - you took it in your stride.

・Completely intergrating with it.

・He pulled you onto his lap, cupping your face.

"That's a fucking big one," Opie said, tracing the outline of the bruise.

"I know. But I was the only one left standing."

𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐁𝐒

・Taken aback, mostly upset because you were arrested.

"You're saying my Old Lady, Y/n Telford, was arrested?"

"Yes," Unser said on the other side of the call. He watched you from the door.

Your head was leaning against the cold brick wall. Eyes shut, nose bleeding, but that was the extent of your injuries.

"And may I ask why, she got arrested," Chibs growled.

"She assaulted someone," with Unser's reply, a smile grew on your face.

"She fuckin' what-" then the line went fuzzy and all Unser heard was "I'm coming," before Chibs hung up.

・You weren't worried. Not about being arrested. Because you knew Chibs wouldn't let you stay in here.

・And you were right, because that very afternoon you were released and Chibs grabbed ahold of your face, checking for injuries.

"What were you thinking lass?"

"Oh honey, I wasn't-"

𝐓𝐈𝐆

・Surprised and kinda turned on by it

・It had been pure luck that you weren't arrested. The Sheriffs had been occupied with actual crime ... not a woman punching a creep square in the face.

・However, once Tig came home and saw the swollen, bruised hand of yours, he instantly knew what had happened.

"Look, all I'm gonna say is ... I'm proud of you baby. You put those creeps in their places. But next time, I want a few rounds too."

・You smiled up at him, and went to push yourself up from the couch but grimaced as you used your hand.

"Yeah, it's gonna be a bit tender for a while. Just relax. I'll do whatever you need me to."

・And then he came over and kissed your hand, examining the darkness that was still developing, the splits in the skin.

"Sheesh, you did a good job," Tig mumbled and went to go get your first aid kit.

𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐘

・The PROUDEST.

・The next day he told everyone in the meeting what happened and all the Sons clapped him on the back.

"Happens to all of us," Jax said with a wink.

・Not only was happy, Happy, he was ecstatic. Because it meant you weren't averse to violence...

・Not that he would readily bring it into the home now, it just meant that you didn't find him or his work disgusting.

・He's always worried about that. That one day, you'll just up and leave because this life isn't for you.

・But you know how he feels, and it was part of the reason why you gave that guy a shiner.

・He would've been only a few years older than you, but he wouldn't stop hitting on you. Not even when you told him you weren't single.

・So you thought, "fuck it, my family is a fucking bikie club," and you went for it.

・Explaining that to Happy made him ... kind of emotional.

𝐉𝐔𝐈𝐂𝐄

・Completely shocked.

・Not in a million years did he think you would be in a fight. Or at least a punch up.

・You were quite fiesty, and that's part of the reason why he loved you

・But he never thought that side of you would become physical.

"Babe, why?" Juice asked over his bowl. He had made dinner that night, wanting to do something.

"The fucker kept on staring at me. Even after I told him to knock it off, twice."

"Oh, he had it coming then."

・A part of him was upset that you had to defend yourself. He always wants to be the one to do that.

[dogtoling]

I don't usually post full-on refs, but since he normally just gets bread crumbs I might as well do that this time

[darkmasterlistyouneveraskedfor]

The Club Reading Order

The Duff, Nightlife, and Carpe Noctem can be read on their own and thus I will not include them in this list. Cause of Action can be read on its own but should be read after The Duff.

Find the AU Masterlist here.

*this is only a recommended order, meaning that some parts overlap but events should align relatively chronologically.

Snake Eyes ☾ Part 1 

Mise en Place ♡ Part 1 

Wasted ✫ Part 1

Black Light ✧ Part 1

Snake Eyes ☾ Part 2 

Mise en Place ♡ Part 2

Wasted ✫ Part 2

Wasted ✫ Part 3 

Wasted ✫ Part 4 

Snake Eyes ☾ Part 3 

Mise en Place ♡ Part 3

Black Light ✧ Part 2 

Snake Eyes ☾ Part 4

Mise en Place ♡ Part 4

Black Light ✧ Part 3

Wasted ✫ Part 5 

Black Light ✧ Part 4

Wasted ✫ Part 6

[wheelybard]

The doctor and ruby were both at the club and the shit still happened to them.

[moreofafeeling]

Damn Pentious can't get one girl in hell in a sex room

[american-boyboss]

hi is this anything

[wizardbusinesscomic]

[miz-orque]

So where was Jimmy planning to go if he didn't decide to kidnap David lol

[toonlink1210]

“You should’ve been at the club!” I should’ve been loved.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

At First Sight 2

Warnings: dark elements, noncon, age gap, other dark elements. Proceed with caution. (Plus!short!reader) Please mind the warnings.

Note: Please let me know what you think as it helps me a lot with ideas and I love interacting with you all.

Part of The Club AU

You struggle to focus on what Sy’s saying. The alcohol makes him appear double, a scary idea for a man his size. You’re overly aware of his hand on your hip as he stands close, his pint guzzled down to foam as you awkwardly hold a glass of melting ice.

Your eyebrows rise higher as you try to decipher his rambling. It almost hurts. You fix your face and shake your head. You sway and catch yourself, covering your mouth as a burp threatens to surface.

“Uh,” you murmur, “I need to use the bathroom.”

Your words are thick and fractured. You don’t think you’ve ever been this drunk. He slowly rescinds his arm and takes the glass from your hand.

“You done?”

You nod and hiccup, giving a small wave as you wobble past him, “I’ll be back.”

It’s strange. You don’t think you’re going to vomit. You’re just completely out of it. The lights swirl and the music sounds distant. Your body feels distant from your mind and your thoughts are so loud you’re afraid you might be saying them out loud.

You find your way down the back hall towards the restroom. You push inside and jump back as another woman exits. You let her through before you enter. You clamber into a stall, swinging the door with a bit too much force. You let out a belch as you unbutton your jeans.

You sit and break the seal. Your thighs tingle at the release of pressure. God, that feels good. You didn’t realise how much your were holding in.

You tilt your head up and nearly lean back completely, catching yourself before your eyes can roll into your skull. Fuck, you’re drunk. So drunk. You could pass out right there.

You should try to find Rhonda and Starla, maybe call a cab. You blow out a lungful and stand. You put a hand out to keep yourself steady as you button your fly with one hand. You slide back the latch and stumble out towards the sink.

The music swells through the walls and you hum along as you turn on the sink. You watch your hands lather up and rinse away the bubbles. You shake them off and lift your head, looking at yourself in the mirror.

You nearly scream as you find someone behind you. You hadn’t heard him. Your eyes skitter around and you realise, you haven’t heard anyone else either.

“There you are, honeybee,” Sy snarls as he steps closer, crowding you against the sink until your stomach touches the wet porcelain.

“What are you doing in here?” You squeal as you push back against him.

“Lookin’ for you,” he snarls as he presses his front to your back, “thought maybe you were gonna sneak off on me.”

“No, uh, just…” your voice trails off as panic breaks through the drunken sheen. “We should go…”

“Where ya goin’?” He keeps you penned in as he bends to sniff your hair, “you smell as sweet as you look, you know that?”

“Thanks, but, er… we shouldn’t be in here…”

“Hush, honeybee, you fretting for nothing,” he snarls and loops his arm around you, tilting his pelvis into you, “you probably feel sweet too, huh?”

“Um, alright, uh, Sy, I appreciate the–” you hiccup and try to shake it off, “the attention but it’s late and I’m very drunk.”

“Just the way I like em,” he growls and gropes your chest, “beer-braised and thick.”

“Hey,” you grab his hand as you yelp, “please, don’t– I don’t want that.”

“Honeybee, you been sending me heart eyes all night, you don’t know what you want.”

He flicks your hand away from his, nuzzling your hair as he continues to fondle you. You pull at his large hand but he easily ignores you. You keep a hand on the sink as you try to push free of him.

“Stop!” You shout as loud as you can but the music easily smothers it. “I said stop!”

“I’m not gonna hurt you,” he snickers as his hand glides down to the top of your jeans, “I’m gonna make you feel real good.”

“Please, I’m scared,” you beg as you clutch his wrist, his thick fingertips trying to delve under the denim.

“Why? I told you. I’m gonna be nice, honeybee, take it easy,” he purrs, “you relax and let me take care of ya.”

“I want to go,” you plead.

“Shhh,” his hush tickles your scalp, “you’re alright. I’ma give you what you need.” His other hand slaps your ass so hard your stomach collides with the sink, “exactly what you came here for.”

You whimper, your eyes burning as tears glaze in your bleary vision. You’re too drunk to resist him. You’re stupid. You never get this bad. Why tonight?

He brings his arm back and grips your shoulder, urging you forward. “Bend over,” he growls as he shoves you over the sink, “mmm, I like this.”

He bends his knees and grinds his pelvis against your ass, “I think you’ll like it too.”

He reaches around you and fumbles with your fly. You’re frozen in shock. You can’t believe this is happening. Your legs shake and your stomach churns. You rest your head against the top of the cold metal faucet and shutter, jolting as he rips your jeans past your ass.

Your naked flesh stings in cool air and he slaps your cheeks roughly. You yipe and grasp the sides of the sink. You look at the door, not that far but far enough. He kicks your feet apart as his knuckles brush you. He spreads a hand across your back and pushes you even lower.

He rubs his tip along your bare ass and you lift your head, looking at him in the mirror, eyes round and streaming.

“Please,” you try one last time to get through to him, “I’ve never… I’ve done this before.”

He smirks and fists the back of your shirt, “good.”

[freackthejester]

We should be watching AMVs at the club.

[dogtoling]

I'm trying to get some "ocs i never use" grind in this month.

But generally, it's just been fun designing custom weapons