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d6volution · 5 months

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okay so like, what about a reader that also goes into heat? And as soon as Jax finds out (while he himself is also in heat) he just breaks into readers room while reader happens to be humping a pillow and just fucks them raw then and there. (Breeding kink maybe?-)

decided to put these two asks together since they were similar, 🤭

tags: heat cycles, breeding kink, overstim, manhandling, tail pulling, cursing, crying, rough sex. kinda mean jax. (fem reader)

Usually Jax was more or less good at hiding his heat. After all there was no way in hell he planned on letting anyone get the jump on him about this. It'd probably become the main topic of conversation among the circus, seeing as everyone has nothing else to do here.

The only downside was he'd be bored completely out of his mind being stuck in his room. It was a better alternative to pouncing any living creature that walked and trying to fuck it raw though. So he'd have to deal with the boredom for the time being.

Days went by, and Jax spent his time rutting into his fist and hand to take the edge off. But it never satisfied him. It was honestly humiliating how many times he jacked off in one day just to feel a piece of normalcy. So not only did he have to deal with being trapped here, but every once in a while, he had to go through this torment. With no one to relieve him, but.. well him.

It did occur to him that maybe others may have had this problem, like you, for example. The new girl, you had two ears that sprouted from your head and a tail as well. But as far as he's concerned, you've been perfectly fine. It wasn't fair. What kind of sick joke was this anyway?

A day trudged by, and luckily enough Jax wasn't bothered by any of the other members. Which was great considering he was preparing to fuck his fist once again .. until. A very particular smell hit his senses. All of the sudden his pupils were blown wide. "What.. is that.." He muttered to himself , absolutely confused yet intrigued by this scent drawing him in. Made his dick throb in his pants.

He had tunnel vision now and had to find the source, maybe it was the cure he needed to get rid of this damn feeling.

"Not now Kinger, don't got the time." He said once he opened the door to leave his room. Kinger was standing there waiting to knock but Jax walked right past him. Kinger hunched over in disappointment.

Jax walked past a few doors in the large corridor, he knew he was getting closer as the scent grew stronger.

"Huh." Jax scoffed, arriving in front of your door after following the scent here, it was so overwhelming that his instincts took over again and he opened the door slipped inside , and closed it behind him immediately... and there you were , the room full of your scent. Jax shuddered, watching you hump a pillow on your bed, whining and gripping at it in need. Ears flat against your head. He watched for a moment in silence. His dick throbbing and straining against his overalls.

"H.. Hey, doll—" He said and cleared his throat his throat, trying to interrupt your little session. He was still quite surprised you didn't hear him come in.

"Hhn.. J.. Jax? Please.. I need help.. I.." You were too dazed, too drunk on lust to care that he barged in. "I don't know whats wrong with me.."

"The pillow not cuttin it doll? You know I can help ya.." You both were like animals in heat... literally.

You weren't even aware you could go into heat until now, and it was driving you insane. You came so many times that your cunt was sore and puffy but it wasnt enough. You needed something inside, you needed to be bred. Full of someomes young. Jax's young.

"Jax.. please..." You whined, and positioned yourself in such a way that Jax almost came in his pants immediately. Your ass was in the air, two fingers pushing your puffy lips apart to show off the wet needy hole in between your legs.

"Don't gotta ask me twice," Jax climbed onto the bed , in the process pushing his overalls off his shoulders and pulling his heavy cock from its confines. You both were far from needing foreplay, he needed a hole to fuck and you needed to be filled. "You always this wet.. its like you pissed your pants or somethin'.." He jokes, teasing his angry throbbing tip against your slick.

"Ah.. J.. Jax, I've only used m'fingers before so— nnhg..!!" He slammed all the way inside, burying himself to the hilt in your cunt. You squirmed beneath him, as the wind was knocked out of you.. there was a tinge of pain but overwhelming euphoria. "S.. So d...deep hha.." Your fingers clawed at the blankets beneath you.

Jax's self-control was thrown out the window as soon as he was buried inside of you. He used his hand to push your face into the mattress. His mind is now filled with, "Breed, breed breed."

The panting bunny was forcing your back to bow in a steep arch, giving him acess to dig deeper into your cunt. You gasped and continued to squirm, whining that it was 'too much, too big'.. until your words turned into incoherent babbles. As Jax refused to stop humping into you.

"Too much? Nah, doll sit here and take it. I've been dealing with this for way too long for you to back out now... ghn..." You were squeezing him so tight, sucking him in. You were made for this. Made for him.

"J.. Jax pleas.. nnh.. senstive..!" You wailed, tears welling up in your eyes. Ypur poor body was jerked forward each time he thrusted into you.

Your body was at war with itself, Jax was battering against your most senstive spots.. it was so good but too much at the same time. You felt like your brain was melting. Maybe you should just give in, get bred and maybe you wouldn't have to worry about a thing after that.. right? He'd take care of you.. and your babies.

Jax's voice pulled you out of your head, and back to reality. Suddenly your body was buzzing and the feeling of Jax's thick dick pummeling inside of you was real again.

"J—Just stay still sweetheart, it isnt that hard. Heh, maybe this is what ya get for letting someone.. l-like me into your room at a time like this..heh.." He grunted, eyes hovering over your form before his gaze rested on your tail. He grinned wide before yanking it and forcing your ass to perk up a little towards the air. You yelped and convulsed around his dick, orgasming immediately from him manhandling your tail.

"J..Jeez, doll..!" He spoke through gritted teeth, your slick insides clamping down on him as he humped you through your climax. Jax had to hold on though, he wasn't quite ready to cum yet. "Wonder how many times you can do/that.." He yanked your tail again, and just like that you were squeezing him.

It was pure bliss for him, "There ya go, just like that.. ngh.. k-keep squeezing on my dick babe... gotta get you pregnant after all.." The words left his mouth carelessly.

Jax didn't care that you were overstimulated, no it was too late for that. You were the answer to this problem, his perfect little slut, and he'd do this as many times as he needed to.

Who else could you go to that would take care of you like this?

"Tell me you want it baby, c'mon.." He urged into your ear. Jax gave your tail a rest, instead opting to pull your hair. Yanking your head from the pillows so he could hear you.

"W.. Want your cum Jax..! Wa.. Wanna get pregnant please..!" You whined and he throbbed in your cunt, grunting in pleasure. "Yeah, I'll get you pregnant babe, you'll be nice and r-round f'me.."

The sound of that made him snap finally, he couldn't hold it in anymore. "S.. Shit, doll—" His arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you towards him. Your back was flush to his stomach as he pumped his cum inside of you. Stil thrusting even when he stopped cumming.

"There ya go.. can't waste a drop.. or who knows, maybe we can doll. You can go another few rounds, can't ya..?"

#the amazing digital circus #ask #jax tadc #minors dni #jax x reader #jaxsmut

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impishjesters · 6 months

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Hello it's me again 🤞🏻 do ya think you can do Jax with a so who is like demon/angel who depending on what their doing they change into demon/angel or a mix of both?

Jax with a demon/angel s/o

warning(s): insults (affectionately?), insults (not affectionately) note(s): The non-affectionate insult is someone else, it's not intended to be anyone in specific, though it's not really an insult in my opinion I figured it was fair warning. (I kind of just wanted the situation itself that came with it.) A/N: Ooo nice, its giving Sun/Moon from FNAF, I like that ;D

Jax thinks both appearances are cute (which isn’t saying much, he claims a lot of stuff is cute but at least this sounds more genuine)

It also gives him twice the ammo for pet/nicknames.

“Well, would you look at that? Angels do exist, unfortunate that they look like you though.” (relationship or not, you are not spared, but it’s got less venom than his usual cracks)

“You look like you crawled right outta hell, rough night?” (how flattering Jaxy)

He likes to see what causes you to switch between the two.

So far, being grossly nice to everyone (including him), and kind acts like helping the gang of idiots (yes, including him) usually result in the more angelic-like form.

Partaking in pranks with him or other nefarious things usually results in a more demonic-like form.

However, he is curious if that’s unintentional or something you are willing to choose to do.

Like was that just some weird part of your character in here, or something you consciously could change and it just so happened to be very on-brand?

What does throw him off is that weird hybrid of the two that has popped up on occasion. It’s a little weird to look at but it’s… cool, he guesses.

Jax has stated that if the two of you could dress up for Halloween, he’d wanna be the angel. Which is hilarious because that is the absolute last fuckin thing he is.

If you say that he’ll give you a shit-eating grin and say something like “What are you talking about? I’m as innocent as an angel.”

“If an angel crawled out of hell, sure.”

Out of curiosity, he’s definitely tried to remove your halo from your person to see if it’s permanently attached or not.

If it is he’ll only slightly flinch at the yelp you let out, but if it’s not attached you bet your sweet ass he’ll be plucking it away at random times and probably wearing it like a bracelet.

Which honestly is kind of cute if you think about it, he’s got a little piece of you with him if you’re actually able to part with it.

On top of that, you can definitely annoy him by playing ring toss with his ears. He’ll make it more difficult by moving them at angles that make it harder for the halo to catch.

One time he forgot all about the halo dangling on his ear and someone thought it’d be funny to ask him “what that stupid thing on his ear” was.

He’s annoyed because he was damn well sure he threw the thing back at you. But now he’s also more annoyed that someone brought you into this and called your halo dumb. (they didn’t call it dumb he’s overreacting)

Though realistically he doesn’t care about your halo, he’s just annoyed someone called any part of you dumb (again, nobody said that sweetie), even if it was true—ahem, said affectionately, he’s the only one allowed to call you dumb (affectionately)

In retaliation to subjecting him to the ring toss games, if you have a tail or something as a demon he’ll intentionally step on it. (not often though)

On the topic of tails, he’ll occasionally play with it, though if you have full control of it you’ve definitely tripped him up a couple of times.

#tadc #the amazing digital circus #the amazing digital circus x reader #jax #jax x reader #tadc jax

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ashintheairlikesnow · 1 month

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All We Have Is Each Other

CW: Intimate whumper, captivity, defiant whumpee, biting, creepy whumper, obsessive whumper, noncon kiss, vague noncon references, drugging. For @amonthofwhump Tropeathon Day 1: Duel

The Motherfucking Gallaghers Masterlist

Takes place during Jax’s second captivity. As always, Jax is used with oversight and permission from @comfy-whumpee)

Savvie rolls dice every time she uses the mortar and pestle in the kitchen to grind up one of her collections of pills and mix it into Jax’s drink.

She’s always gambling with the drugs. The first part of the game is seeing whether he’ll drink it before he realizes there’s something in it. If she doesn’t mix it well enough, he’ll see the cloudy bits floating around in the glass and look at her with terrible sad eyes. Sometimes she can’t take it. She just takes the drink right back out of his hand and pours it out, makes him a new one.

Other the other hand, sometimes his sad voice and sad eyes piss her off worse than anything else could, and she just tips it up until he chokes and makes him finish it anyway. Or shocks him, pressing the button to the remote and watching his muscles lock up, knowing he’ll look sweeter once he’s fighting the way his muscles jerk afterward, the unconscious twitches he can’t quite get rid of as the aftermath works its way through him.

Sometimes he even looks scared. Those nights are some of her favorites. Savvie never loves Jax as much as she does when he is scared of her.

But... she can’t keep him scared all the time. What kind of marriage would they have if she did that? No, the drinks aren’t to scare him, they’re just to make… to make things easier. And she doesn’t always do it! She doesn’t always drug him, but it’s enough that he never trusts her. She knows that. He doesn’t… trust easily.

That’s okay.

Their relationship got off to a rough start, that’s all, what with Jax starting off as one of the staff, bought and paid for. Plus, Jax’s dad convinced him Savvie was evil, once upon a time when he ran away from her. Taught him to hate her. She had to have her uncle fly all the way to England to bring Jax back, and it’s taking years to undo all the damage that stupid old man did.

That’s okay. He’s getting better, he’s definitely getting better. He is. He has to be getting better.

Still… he’s not an easy man to be married to. Not with having to keep an eye on the remote to his shock collar so he can’t take it off and try to run away again, not with the way he watches her sometimes like he wants to dunk her head into the toilet and hold it there until she drowns. Putting stuff in his drink just lets Savvie be able to relax.

She doesn’t have to worry about what he might do when he’s so high he can’t do much of anything. Besides, it’s only like one out of every ten nights, sometimes twenty, sometimes she even goes for a month or two without doing it.

She really doesn’t even want to. If he would just learn to be happy without it, she wouldn’t have to keep drugging him, would she? If he’d just stop being so difficult about being her husband… but that isn’t fair. He can’t be any better than he is, not really. Jax just… isn’t wired that way.

So she has to help him a little, to make it so he can have nights when he can’t stay mad at her. Or at least nights when his anger isn’t able to simmer in there behind his eyes while he says Yes, Miss Savvie or No, Miss Savvie like there’s a gun to his head.

Still. Trying to give him these evenings where both of them just relax… it’s always a gamble.

Even if he drinks whatever she makes without realizing it’s spiked, he doesn’t always react the same way. If she’s lucky - if her dice rolls well - the drugs make Jax… softer. He’ll lean against her when some of his strength slides away, not seek out touch but loathe it less. Those are the nights she can coax a sound out of him that isn’t clipped or tense. She still thinks about the night she gave him a back rub and he genuinely fell asleep sitting on the floor between her knees, his head drifting until it rested on her leg, the knots of tension slowly loosening beneath her kneading hands until she got distracted by the movie and forgot what she was doing.

Sometimes he smiles, when he’s blurry and unfocused. Smiles, enough to show teeth even… God, sometimes he even laughs at some of Savvie’s jokes. It’s rare, but it happens. She loves those nights the best. Those are the nights that their marriage almost feels normal… if she just ignores the dilated pupils and the way he can’t stand up on his own.

Sometimes he gets so foggy he can’t stop laughing, which is irritating but at least adorable to watch and take videos of to make him look at later on the next day when he sobers up again. Sometimes the side effects make him too scared to smile, his eyes darting nervously everywhere watching the movements of shadows he swears are watching him. She… tries not to give him those pills anymore.

The nights tend to end with her telling him to take off his shirt so she can enjoy the view, or even his pants, too. She usually waits on that, though, because it doesn’t matter how good the drugs are - he always hesitates when it comes to taking off his pants, as soon as his fingers touch the boxers with their oddly rolled waistband.

It reminds him he doesn’t want to be here. Makes his addled mind come back to the collar he wears around his neck, to the reality of the life they’re living, the marriage Savvie has built all by herself whether he wanted to or not.

And he… he didn’t want to.

So normally she waits on the getting naked bit until they’re in the bedroom and what he wants matters so much less that neither of them think about it any longer. The drugs, at least, make it harder for him to slow her down in there.

Savvie tries not to think about that, because she doesn’t remember it that way. She likes the nights best where he doesn’t even try to fight, just lets her pull him upstairs and she gets to bury her hands in his hair and tell him what to do and have him, languid and loose-limbed, follow every command without the tension and misery he usually carries into their bed.

She doesn’t always roll well.

Sometimes, she rolls snake eyes… and she gets this, instead.

“Fuck’s sake,” Jax groans, words slurring around the edges, rubbing a hand over his eyes. He pushes clumsily away from her, nearly falling off the couch before he manages to catch himself. “For… f’r fuck’s sake, Savvie, what the fuck.”

His wedding ring glints, light from the TV bouncing off the deceptively plain platinum band. She’s hit all over again with a wave of love for him, for the life she’s built after he was brought back home to be hers forever, just like he always should have been. She’d been an idiot not to see it, not until he was gone and she spent years in prison dreaming about getting him back.

“Fuck’s sake what?” She asks, voice light, smiling at him and poking him in the shoulder where they sit on the couch.

He doesn’t slap her hand away, but she sees him look at her and… he wants to. His expression is dark. The light is bouncing off his hazel eyes, too, giving them a strange sheen of white that wipes out the color, obscures even his dilated pupils slowly taking over the iris. “What the fuck was it?”

“What was what?”

“What the fuck did you give me?” He goes to push himself to standing only to have his knees buckle beneath him, crashing him to the floor, barely catching himself on his hands. Savvie’s mouth waters, and she swallows, trying to ignore the flutter of fascinated interest in watching his fingernails scrape the rug as he tries to steady himself. “What the fuck is it, Savvie?”

“It doesn’t matter,” She answers, without changing her own tone, leaning forward with her arms resting on her thighs. Her hair falls in heavy waves down her back and over her shoulders. “It’s not anything that could hurt you.”

This time, he doesn't say Miss Savvie or try out the sad eyes. Instead, he looks away. She can nearly hear his teeth grinding. “Yeah, but once I’m all fucked up, you will.”

“Don’t be rude,” Savvie chides him, but she doesn’t move. He looks good, on his hands and knees on the floor. Well, he looks good all the time, really, but he looks even better on his hands and knees. She knows the physique he’s built with the workout routine she makes him do, knows the muscles there hidden beneath the green sweater and jeans he’s wearing. “You’ve been stressed all week. I’m just trying to help-”

“Fucking shit, the hell you are!” He manages to sit back on his knees, then collapses back until his back hits the edge of the couch cushions, upright through sheer force of will and a bit of good luck. His hands lay limp at his sides, now. When he turns to look at her, his eyes don’t focus quite right - but the fury in them is clear.

Well.

Tonight’s not going to be the best night for them, then, she supposes. She feels the edge of a headache starting up, and sighs, looking mournfully at the movie she’d pulled up for them to watch. Another night, then. A night when the gamble pays off and doesn’t backfire. A night when he can’t remember how to be angry at her.

“Fine,” She says, heavily. “I’m not trying to help you. I’m trying to help me.”Her own voice changes - drops almost a full octave from her usual carefully constructed diction and sweetness to something sharper. “I’m making tonight easier on me. Making you less… less-” She can't think of a good way to end the sentence, so she just lets it hang there between them.

Jax snorts, looking away again. His head keeps lolling forward until his chin nearly touches his chest before he jerks it back again. “Yeah, I fucking know,” He manages, but his slurring is getting worse. “Shit f’r brains.”

Savvie sniffs, but the fake tears aren't coming as easily as they usually do. She probably accidentally gave him too much again. It’s just sometimes so hard to remember exactly how much the dose is supposed to be…

“I don’t enjoy you being cruel to me any more than you enjoy it when I do it to you, you know,” She says, suddenly… so tired. She spends so much time and effort creating a marriage herself out of a man her uncle bought for her once and abducted for her the second time, and she’s doing this all on her own - no one helps her, not really. And Jax never gives up.

She’d been sure he’d start to settle in and understand by now, but he just… he just doesn’t. And she’s so tired. Her fingers toy with the little black remote to his shock collar. Maybe she should just… just give up on having a good night and punish him for the cursing until he just bites off his stupid tongue.

No, wait.

She likes what he does with his tongue, when she gives the order. He’s so good with it now. Maybe… maybe just a small shock. Just to remind him he's hers. She takes a deep breath. “Jax… get on your-”

“On m’knees f’r discipline?” He starts laughing before she can finish, cutting her off, letting his head fall totally back against the arm of the couch until he’s staring at the ceiling. He sounds wild, almost like an animal. Her quiet watchful husband is feral, and Savvie resolves never to give him the pill she gave him tonight ever again. “Yeah, fucking… fuckin’ do it. Second I don’t play along, there y’go. Bzzzt.” He cackles, a cracked bark of laughter she’s never heard him make before. “Shut me up so you don’t hear me say it.”

Savvie’s heart twists. “Say what?”

The laughter dies in him as suddenly as it appeared. He turns his head, or tries to - it mostly just falls to one side until he’s looking at her. Their eyes meet, his all black pupil and hers with nearly no pupil at all. “How much I fucking hate your fucking guts.”

“You don’t hate me.” She says it firmly, as if he’s being ridiculous. “Don’t be mean, Jax. You don’t hate me at all.”

She takes a deep breath. Married couples have fights, even ugly ones sometimes, and they work it out-

“Yeah. I… I really do.” Disgusted, that’s the tone in his voice. Disgusted with her. “I do. I hate you.”

“Why do you hate me?”

The look he gives her is such a blatant are you a complete fucking moron that she can hear his voice even though he doesn’t say a word.

“No, hold on.” She waves one hand, dismissing her own question. His eyes briefly follow the movements of her fingers, distracted by whatever the drugs make him see there. Trails of light, maybe. It’s probably beautiful. “Hold on. I know why-”

“Do you?” His question is sharp, snapped, even as his every muscle can barely tense enough to move. “Do you fuckin’ really?”

“Yes. I do.” Savvie’s too tired to talk him in a circle tonight. She’s just… too exhausted by her bad gamble, bringing neither the snuggly Jax or the scared one, but this angry, vengeful animal instead.

Her headache is getting worse.

She grabs her glass of wine off the coffee table and chugs it so fast a little drip escapes the corner of her mouth and runs down her chin. She has to wipe it away, wincing at the… at the idea of how that looks. Her mother would have had a fit about it. If she hadn’t died years ago. “Because I had you kidnapped.”

Jax is silent, for a beat. He squints at her. “Fuck… what’d you say? Might be hearin’ shit.”

She laughs, softly. Not her usual laughter, crafted to fill up a room and put all eyes on her. This laugh is barely there, but far more genuine. “No. You're not hallucinating, that shouldn't happen with what I gave you tonight.”

“Oh, good, not this fucking drugging, then, jussss-” His head falls too far to one side and he forces it back up, groaning. “Jusss… others.”

“Only one of the pills does that. And you were cute when you thought there were monsters in the bathroom.” She gets that flat stare from him again and this time she can't hold eye contact, looking down and away, still fiddling with the remote to his collar. “I just. I do know what I did, Jax.”

“Yeah, I fucking know you know-”

“I had you kidnapped.” She takes a deep breath. It feels oddly good to say, like a scene in a movie confessing to a priest. A foul-mouthed priest she’s been sleeping with for over a year. The thought makes her smile, just a little. “My uncle had people watching you, and when I was ready, he knew where you’d be and he abducted you for me. I know that. I know that you’d run, if you could. I’d take your collar off right now if I thought you’d stay without wearing it.”

Jax is silent for so long she briefly wonders if he's flat out forgotten how to talk. Then he shrugs - or tries to, his arms don't quite follow his commands. “You’d find somethin’ else, some other reason for shit ‘round my neck. You fuckin’ like it.”

For the first time, she doesn't deny it. “I do.” She laughs at the way he looks almost comically surprised, unable to keep his usual closed-off expressions in place with the drug coursing through his veins. “What? Can't a girl have a kink?”

“Sure fuckin’ can, but you… you don' have a kink, you got… goddamn victims.”

“... I… yeah. But it-... that's not my point. It isn't about the collar, Jax. Your wedding ring does it for me, too. I could barely wait to get you home after we signed the marriage certificate.”

The glare is back. His hatred is blistering her skin. She watches him try to stand, making it nearly upright before he falls back down again with a heavy thump.

Her mouth twitches. “You want help, sweetie?”

“Ffffuck you.”

“Well, I mean, if you’re asking so nicely.” She giggles at her own joke.

He mumbles something she can't quite hear, trying to stand one more time but quickly giving up. He makes it onto the couch, at least. Savvie stands, turning to grab his ankles, shifting so he’s lying on his back, head and feet each cushioned by the arms of the comfortable, overstuffed couch. He struggles weakly, and it's hard work, but she gets him where she wants him. She barely breathes, taking in his chest rising and falling under his sweater, how his inhales are coming more sharply.

She can't help herself.

Savvie climbs on top of him, like she’s done a hundred times. She straddles him, sitting on his hips and leaning down to kiss his neck, nosing under his jaw. At first, his head tips back in resignation - but then he curses and pushes at her weakly instead. “Don’t.”

She grabs his wrists and shoves them above his head. He’s so weak, the drugs have taken all that muscle and made them… useless at holding her off. There’s a shiver of excitement down her spine. “Uh-uh, sweetie. You’re the one who said to fuck you, remember?”

She feels a thrill at saying fuck, like she’s still a kid sneaking swears in her room when her parents won’t overhear.

“Don't,” He groans. “Sav-... Savvie, stop. G’t off me. I hate you.”

“I know.” She smiles down at him. His eyes meet hers, tired and bleary. Furious and almost resigned. “I know you hate me, Jax… but I love you.”

She leans down, her hair a waterfall curtain, blocking them both off from the world. She can smell the cologne she buys for him, blended with her own pricey perfume. His wrists jerk against her grip and she digs her nails in until he grunts in pain and the skin gives beneath.

“Savvie,” he whispers.

“Sssshhh.” She lets go with one hand, shifting both his wrists to her other one, and presses a finger against his lips. “I love you so much,” She whispers. “And I don't need you to love me back, sweetie, I don’t. I just need you to lie for me.”

She kisses him, then, pressing her lips firmly to his. For half a second, his mouth is slack and unresisting even as his body shudders with disgust. He’s warm, his skin burning up beneath her. Her mouth moves against his, trying to get him to answer her, to open up.

His lips gently part. For a brief moment, Savvie feels the rush of victory.

Then he bites.

Pain blooms in a sudden flare as his teeth bury themselves into her lower lip and he jerks his head to the side, sensitive skin tearing.

“Shit!” Savvie jerks backwards, staring down at him wide-eyed. She can taste her own blood in her mouth. It’s smeared on his lips and his teeth like badly-done lipstick as he gives her a smile that's really a snarl. “Oh my God, Jax-... how dare you-”

“Fuck you! Don't fucking touch me!” He gets his arms more or less under his own control and shoves her off of him. She crashes into the coffee table, the legs giving out, tumbling her to the floor. Pain spikes hot and demanding along her hip where she hits the hard angle of the corner and she finds herself the one lying on the floor, while Jax slowly sits up, wiping blood off his lips.

Her blood.

Savvie pulls her fingers from her mouth and gasps. There’s a smear of red, bright and vibrant, the unmistakable sense of blood trickling down over her chin. She tongues at the wound, then winces as the pain flares bright, like he’s bitten her all over again. She considers tears - looks at the loathing in his eyes, the absolute rage written in the lines of his face - and then decides they’re wasted on him tonight. Instead, she just shakes her head. “That hurt.”

“Good. Don' like bein’ the one fucking bleeding for once, huh?” His eyes drift closed. He struggles to open them again, to keep his eyes on her. “Shit feelin’, isn't it?”

“God.” She swallows. Blood on her tongue is making her feel nauseous and she gets to her feet carefully. Her mouth and hip throb. She’s going to be so bruised tomorrow, going to ache so much. “You’re awful sometimes, you know that?”

“Yeah.” He grins. He hasn't bothered to try and get the red off his teeth. “I know. So… so fffffuckin’ get rid of me, then.”

Savvie snorts, limping a little as she moves to pick up the spilled wine bottle from the floor. She could shock him now - that’s what she would usually do. Or call Isaac and have him carted off to spend another month locked in the kennels with the dogs. He… probably doesn’t care about that, though. Anything to get away from her. Anything is better than her, to him.

“Get rid of you?” She drinks the last swallow in the bottle, washing blood down her throat with the wine. “Then what, Jax? I should just… live here alone, without you, for the rest of my life?”

“Fucking-... yes, or go fucking die. I don't fucking care.” The flush of hot anger bleeds away, his voice softening a little. “I don't… don' care, Savvie. I don’t care about you.”

“No. You do.” She feels a burst of desperation to make him understand. “You hate me, right? That’s caring about me, still.”

“Savvie-”

“No. I love you. You are mine, and I am keeping you. This is love, Jax. What I feel for you is true love.”

He shakes his head, swaying a little where he sits. He tries to push her away again as she takes him by the arm but his burst of energy seems to have used him up. He lets her, in the end, get him onto his feet. She leads him on his unsteady legs out of the room, and he stumbles along with her.

“S'not love,” He mumbles. She keeps an arm around his waist to help him balance. “Fucking… fuck you. Let me leave, Savvie.”

He doesn't have the strength to push her away, not anymore. He has to use her to stay up as they take the stairs one at a time, although after three or four he jerks away again and uses the railing, leaning heavily against it as he drags himself upwards, inch by inch, step by step.

She lets him pull away, watching his determination to not need her, how badly he doesn’t even want her. There’s a canyon inside of her, something dark and deep that hurts so much worse than her hip or her torn open lower lip, threatening to claw its way out as she watches the man she has forced to play the role of her husband do anything he can to avoid her touch.

Her jaw sets. “It is. It is love, and you know what? It’s all the love you’re going to get. Ever. No one else will ever love you.” Savvie’s voice stays low. “You’re not… you’re not lovable, Jax, but I don’t care, I love you anyway. Nobody else would. No one is ever going to even want to love you but me.”

He slumps. The fight’s all gone out of him, for now. Her gamble failed tonight and Jax is buckling under the weight of what runs through his veins, the heavy expectations in her eyes and her smile and her devotion.

“Fuck,” is all he says, barely a whisper under his breath.

Savvie sighs, touching her fingers to her lip again. The bleeding has slowed but there’s still a spot of red. “Goes both ways, though, I think.”

He doesn't look at her. “What?”

“This… how much you hate me… how I had to kidnap you, and put that thing on your neck to keep you here, how you wish you were anywhere but here with me… you know, I, I get it.”

He has to stop at the landing and lean over, resting his forehead against the wall.

She lays a hand on his back, leaning over to speak right against his ear. “I get that your hate is all the love I’m going to get, too, Jax. Nobody else will ever love me, either.”

Her throat feels tight, and she can’t tell if she really feels the twisting nerves in her stomach, the sense of dread, or if it’s part of her act for Jax. Sometimes even Savvie isn’t sure when she means the things she says. Sometimes, even worse, she really does.

“All we’re ever going to have is each other.”

He doesn’t answer her. But when she takes his arm in her hand, he allows himself to be dragged along towards her bedroom. The fight might be gone, but so is the feeling. There’s nothing in his eyes that shows he even heard her.

That’s okay. She can be honest, in the dark, in the middle of the night, knowing that he’s too drugged to remember anything she said when he wakes up again. She’ll lie to herself again by morning. So will he.

She just needs him to lie.

@whumpyourdamnpears consider this my evil savvie gift to you

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romance options.

intro post. demo.

your boss and the owner of the Saints & Sinners. Orla has worked hard for everything she has but has lost a lot along the way as well. it's hard for her to trust and even harder to rely on someone but she's been keeping you around long enough for something close to a relationship to develope. as one of the power players of the city, she has gained influence by allowing both the high society and less respected citizens of Vapolis to enter her club in search of secrets she can use for her own gain.

Orla's high stress job has lead her to an attachment to cigarettes she always keeps as close as her signature stiletto knife in case trouble does slip past her tight security.

appearance: 1.82m tall, curvy, black woman aged 40 with close cropped hair. she has dark brown eyes, a heart-shaped face and wings tattooed across her back. a thin scar runs through the corner of her mouth, only visible from up close and she's rarely not dressed to the nines in gowns, feathers and glitter. anything that makes her stand out as the owner of her beloved club.

[ orla playlist. ]

the right hand man of Orla and member of Mirage. Jax has been around for as long as you remember, leading the day to day in the club and taking care of any trouble by the door as one of the bouncers on rotation. he's not afraid to get his hands dirty for the club or Orla but has always met the same devotation in you with scorn.

Jax has a weakness for fast cars and shiny guns and has trouble tunring down a bet.

appearance: 34 years old, 1.94m tall, muscular man with brown skin and blue dyed hair that falls in waves to just below his jaw. Jax has dark brown eyes, thick eyebrows and a square jaw that's usually full of stubble he never shaves. both of his arms are tattooed, with one of them depicting the signature eye of the gang he's part of. his style is a point of pride for him and he's never not dressed up in vests or suits when you're around. the colors are rather dark but never plain.

[ jax playlist. ]

the bartender of the Saints & Sinners and an occasional hacker. their job has them around the high powered of Vapolis more often than not and since knowledge is power -- something Orla has relentlessly drilled into the heads of all her employees -- it makes Royal someone that knows a lot they shouldn't. their loyalty runs as far as their tattoos are deep but as long as they're heard and taken care of, they don't care much for the games Orla and others play to stay relevant. as a native to Vapolis they're used to the fronts people put on to survive but never got a taste for the violence of the city.

Royal is a massive flirt and has trouble toning it down when it really matters.

appearance: of average height at 1.74m with pale skin and an orange mullet. they are quite muscular, with a softer belly and most of their strength lying in their arms from their job. they are 25 years old and have eyes that are blue. they have a septum piercing as well as both ears fully pierced. there's a faded scar running from the corner of their lip to midway of their cheek they never talk about as well as a dark tattoo spanning their throat. their style is quite modern and revealing with colorful make up looks they change up every now and then. when they smile, they have a dimple in each cheek.

[ royal playlist. ]

the new dancer that has caught not only the eye of Orla. they are a bit of a mystery and a fairly recent addition to the dancers lineup in the club but seem well liked regardless with their easy going attitude and easy charm. Dante/Delilah seems to be someone that knows how to keep a secret if it's Orla of all people that keeps them closer than the others but you recognize their bruised knuckles and barely healed split lip from a mile away as someone just as much in it for the thrill.

appearance: they are slightly above average in height with 1.78m and have an athletic build as most dancers do in the club. their hands are calloused and rough which is unlike the line of work they're in. they have olive skin and dark purple wavy hair with white streaks at the front they wear shorter than the back. it never gets longer than to their jaw before a new cut. they have hooded eyes and one of them is a dark brown that's almost black while the other is a dull silver. their style is quite practical and muted in colors outside of what every dancer wears in the club.

[ dante/delilah playlist. ]

as the weapons dealer of your choice, echo has been around fairly long and counts amongst the few people you trust with more than just your credits when it comes to outlandish ideas on new weapons you might or might not end up needing. their shop has become somewhat of a safe haven when times got rough or you simply needed a place to duck into to avoid the heat of a job gone wrong. that is, until you ended up blowing up half their shop. since then things have been a bit more tense than usual but doing a job or two or twelve for them could land you back in their good graces.

appearance: echo is above average in height and has tan skin. their nose has a noticeable bump in the middle and they have a fuller bottom lip. their brows are bleached and they have snake bites as well as an uneven scar that goes from their jaw to just below their eye. their eyes are dark purple and their hair shaved at the sides and longer at the top. their hair texture is curly but due to bleach it's heavily damaged and changes color often. their chest and back as well as both arms up to the knuckles are tattooed. both of their ears are pierced, however on the left side they wear a lone earring that dangles down to their throat. they tend to have some stubble across their cheeks. and one of their legs is a prosthetic in silver. their style is oftentimes relaxed, but put together.

#remember you will die #rywd #**characters #**playlists #c: jax #c: royal #c: dante/delilah #c: orla #**descriptions #bc ppl asked <3 #**mine

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garbinge · 1 year

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Chalk Drawings

Happy Lowman & Juice Ortiz & Platonic!Reader Jax Teller & Teller!Sister Reader Opie Winston x Teller!Sister Reader

Day 22 from these April Prompts: Chalk Drawings

Summary: When Happy and Juice are on protection duty and the AC is broken you and the kids take to the outside to escape the sweaty prison that’s Jax’s house as you wait for your brother and partner to come home.

Words: 1.9k

A/N: I’ve been having a rough couple of days so I’m not really sure what this is but, I hope you all enjoy! lol.

Warnings: pretty fluffy (for me and my writing lol), reader has a daughter with Opie (no name given), no use of Y/N, slight angst/tension, alludes to death/murder slightly, nothing that’s not canon-level.

SOA Taglist: @drabbles-mc @justreblogginfics

It was a beautiful summer afternoon, the sun was shining, there were fluffy clouds in the sky that were shaped like cotton candy. The only downside was that the California heat had no mercy and apparently neither did Jax’s air conditioner. It had broken early in the morning and by the afternoon the whole place felt like a sauna. Fans and open windows did nothing against the real feel of 93 degrees and there were only so many popsicles you willingly wanted to give to all the kids. This is what brought you outside on the driveway that had been covered by shade all day so it was luckily not burning hot. You had the full Winston x Teller group today, Kenny, Ellie, Abel, and your 3 year old daughter with Opie. The club was in partial lockdown due to business with the Cartel. Partial lockdown usually just meant no one was left alone, everyone who was someone had protection on them, which meant it was easier for people to stay in groups. Hence why you had all the kids right now. Gemma was out with Tara grocery shopping for the house and had taken Tig with them just to keep a close eye. This left you with Juice and Happy while Jax and Opie went on a run together with a few of the other guys.

The sprinkler was going on the grass, something for the kids to run through if they got too hot, but currently the group of them were on the driveway drawing with chalk. Abel and Kenny had paired up leaving your daughter to rest in between your legs with a piece of chalk in her hands while Ellie sat to your left doing the same. You started doodling with one of the pieces of chalk that was scattered along the driveway to pass the time as well while Happy and Juice leaned against their bikes, keeping watch all of you.

“You wanna get your hands dirty?” You held up the pink piece of chalk and called out to the two bikers.

Juice was quick to smile but deny the request, his way of trying to look tough. You clocked it immediately because just yesterday he was eating a spongebob popsicle off the ice cream truck when he was the only one on your watch detail.

“Yes I do.” Happy said instantly and eagerly as he pushed off his bike. He was quick to grab the chalk from you and begin doodling on the pavement. You thought you’d be shocked at his instant agreement to join you on the ground with the pastel art tools but surprisingly, it was exactly what you expected. Happy knelt on the pavement, one knee touching the ground while the other was being used as an armrest for the arm that wasn’t creating a chalk masterpiece.

“C’mon Juice.” You nodded your head to wave him over.

“Yea, c’mon Juice!” Your daughter called out with a smile.

You smirked at that and so did Juice as he walked over to you both. The little girl in your lap holding out the pink piece of chalk up to the biker.

“Thanks,” His smirk not falling as he grabbed the chalk from the girl.

“S’my favorite color.” She beamed at you and said the color’s name to show how smart she was. “Pink.”

“It’s Juice’s too.” You teased and patted to the free space next to you as he shook his head and blushed. “Show me what you got, Juicy.”

He started drawing stick figures, graffiti words, tribal drawings like his tattoos.

“Can you draw me a flower?” Your daughter was quick to crawl out of your lap and sit in front of Juice.

“I can try.” He began to try and draw some version of a flower, although it was looking more like a blob.

“That’s not very good.” She tilted her head and frowned at it.

You called out your daughters name, a warning to be nice although it didn’t do much.

“Why does your hair look like that.” She asked as she drew over Juice’s flower creating her own masterpiece.

Juice practically spit out the sip of water he just took at the girl’s question.

“Why don’t you go see what Abel and Kenny are drawing, huh? Go ask Happy your questions.” You interrupted to give Juice a break. The girl shrugged and skipped her way over to the other group on the driveway. You knew Happy could handle the questions and would give them right back which entertained her.

“Can you teach me how to draw that?” You heard her voice behind you as she stood over Happy’s shoulders.

“I sure can.” He nodded and handed her the yellow piece of chalk before the sounds of the chalk hitting the pavement filled the air.

“Mommy look!” She called out and you turned to see the tons of smiley faces drawn on the ground, some smiling, some crying, some grinning. Your eyes jumped to Happy and back to the drawings a few times. No one came out and told you what Happy’s name meant, but being a Teller you had been around the clubhouse enough to see Happy hit the ring which meant seeing the array of smiley tats across his lower abdomen. It didn’t take a genius to put it together.

You weren’t sure if you wanted to laugh or be mortified, the kids had no idea what it meant but there was a part of you that felt like there was something eerie about it.

“Nice drawings.” Your eyebrows raised at him with a smirk as your nostrils flared.

Happy smiled, oblivious to your sarcasm and nodded.

The sound of motorcycle engines filled the air, but there was no sign of who it was yet. Happy and Juice quick to stand up, Happy picking up your young daughter while you got up as well. He handed the girl to you before walking to the end of the driveway with Juice. As you situated the girl in your arms you began to walk near the garage door and called the rest of the kids over to you. There was a pit in your stomach, you grabbed your nephew and placed him behind you and told Kenny and Ellie to do the same as you guided them as well, using yourself as a human shield to them as you typed in the code to the garage door.

The bikes got closer and as the sound got louder so did your thumping heart. The garage door was taking its sweet time to open, you tried your best to keep your wits about you as to not scare the kids but it was hard when Happy and Juice were reaching for there pieces.

“Let’s play a game!” Your head snapped to the kids as the garage door opened. “Go inside and we’ll play hide-n-seek! Only rule is you MUST stay in the house. You hide and I’ll find you!”

The kids giggled and immediately ran inside the house, your daughter wasn’t eager to leave your arms to play so you kept her in your grip, her head rested on your shoulder which soon dropped in relief as you saw the reaper on the bikes that were approaching. You recognized both bikes, your brother and Opie’s. A breath you didn’t realize you had been holding in let out and you closed your eyes in reassurance.

Happy and Juice fell back quickly too, their relief looking a little different than your own. As both men pulled up to the curb and backed their bikes up, you started to walk down the driveway. Opie walked over to Happy and Juice likely to fill in the crew on what had just happened while Jax walked up to you.

“You look like you just saw a ghost.” His long blond hair blew in the hot heat as his smirk grew.

“I thought I was about to become one.” The only reason you let the joke out was because within the few minutes of your daughter being in your arms she had fallen asleep.

He frowned and picked his hand up to tuck your daughters hair behind her ear.

“I’ve been on edge, heard the bikes.” You shook your head and looked down.

“We figured it all out, we’re fine, you’re safe.” His eyes jumped from yours to the girl in your arms, “all of you.”

Jax’s eyes looked down at the concrete to see the chalk drawings on the ground, clocking the smiley faces immediately and let out a chuckle.

“Really, Hap?” Jax called out to the man who smiled and nodded.

At this point, Opie was walking over, his tall body standing over you in seconds as he placed a kiss on your head.

“Hey, you okay?” His brows furrowed picking up on your tension.

“We spooked her.” Jax teased you as he pinched your elbow.

Opie’s eyes moved back to yours looking for confirmation.

“I’m fine.” You argued and looked up to Opie who smiled knowing that the sibling rivalry was coming through in your short worded sentence.

“Where the kids?” He asked still smiling.

“Inside, I told them we’re playing hide-n-seek if you want to go find them.” You knew both men would pick up on the fact you told them to hide and probably why but before either of them could get to the bottom of why you were so on edge besides the obvious, your daughter was stirring awake.

“Look who's here.” You whispered to her as she sat up in your arms and you turned so she could see her father.

“Hi Daddy.” Her voice was still half asleep.

“Hi baby.” Opie’s arms extended out so he could grab her. “I drew smileys with Happy.” She rested her head against his shoulder in an attempt to go back to sleep. Opie looked down at the pavement and then back to you.

“She also asked Juice about his haircut.” You crossed your arms.

“It looks funny.” She said still at a mumble causing Opie and Jax to laugh.

“I think it does too.” Jax started to walk inside the house. “Ready or not, here I come!” He called out but you knew he was going to grab a drink and a snack from the kitchen before he started to look for the kids.

“I guess next time we’ll keep Hap with us.” Opie teased as you both started to walk inside while the sound of Juice and Happy’s bikes started. You turned to wave goodbye to both of them before looking back at Opie as you made your way into the garage.

“Nah, he might be insane but he’s good with the kids and having him around actually puts me at ease.”

“If this is you at ease, I’d hate to see you tense.” Opie teased you again as the garage door closed.

“Why don’t you and this jelly bean here go look for the kids.” Your arms still crossed as your eyes rolled.

“You wanna go find Abel, Ellie, and Kenny?” Opie bounced up and down to wake up his daughter. “I’ll give you a popsicle if you find them all.” His voice raised as he incentivized the girl who was suddenly wide awake.

“Let’s go!!!” She kicked as he placed her down and she hit the ground running. “C’mon Mom, let’s go!!!” She called out to you.

Opie smirked and threw his arm around you, “yea, let’s go.”

#SOA #SOA Fanfic #SOA fanfiction #sons of anarchy #sons of anarchy fanfiction #sons of anarchy fanfic #happy lowman #juice ortiz #Juan Carlos Ortiz #Jax Teller #opie winston #happy lowman x reader #juice ortiz x reader #Jax teller x sister #opie winston x reader #opie winston x teller sister #opie winston x teller sister reader #teller sister #teller sister reader

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spaghettificationandpretzels · 7 months

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A Gentle End

The last chapter of this was posted almost a year ago, and it's been a few months since I've posted. The truth is, life has been rough and I got a round of feedback that totally ruined my confidence so I'm taking a while to get back on the horse.

The final part of the Give Me Shelter

Contains: Angst, violence, answered questions.

1.9 K words

What is better than happy ever after?

Things had taken a turn for the better since that fateful day at the garage. The space that sometimes seemed to fill the house when he was home from a rough day was gone, replaced by the quiet of acceptance and understanding.

Right on cue, the door swung open, and Happy greeted the dogs before throwing off his shoes and walking over to you for a kiss. "How was you run dear?"

He smiled. "Good," there was a pause and he broke your gaze. "I didn't get any more info on who sent that text, it's starting to feel like we're never going to find out."

You sighed. "We've talked about this, I don't care who sent it."

You had been going back and forth for weeks over it, Happy was convinced that finding out who was behind the mess would fix everything, but you knew that once he opened that can of worms, there was no way to close it. Jax was acting like nothing happened, but given Tig's apology for leaving his phone unattended, you knew something was happening behind the scenes.

Happy flopped down on the couch, clearly ready to debate the matter again. "Well I do. I can't have someone fucking with my old lady, it just ain't right."

You knew you had to let it go, had you really asked, Happy would have dropped it, but the others wouldn't and for all his dysfunction, Jax still had some morals. "Fine, but I'm not going to be upset if you never get to the truth. I want to move on with life."

You sat next to him and leaned your head on his shoulder, and Happy reached up to stroke your cheek. You knew that now that the guns the drugs were done, things were going to calm down but the months between knowing the truth and the present had been rough and you were both tired.

"It's going to be alright little girl, I promise."

****

You awoke to knocking on the door, the dogs barking and Happy's arm slung over your naked back, you gave him a push and he groaned before rolling onto his back and rubbing his face. "That better not be one of the guys."

Happy, ever the quiet one, rubbed your leg lovingly then got up and headed towards the door. "Can you put some pants on please?"

He grinned and slid on a pair of black sweats before heading to the front door. You debated getting up to greet the interrupter but Happy made the choice for you when he called through the house that it was Juice. You threw on a robe and met them in the hallway. "You want some breakfast?"

Juice nodded with a smile. "Yes please, you got turkey bacon?" Of course you did, Juice was there enough that you always had some in the fridge.

He made himself at home as you got the food together and Happy went outside for a smoke. By the look on his face, you knew he wasn't there to deliver good news, Jax probably sent him because he knew you and Happy would take bad news better coming from his mouth.

Happy came back in and pecked your cheek before sitting next to Juice at the counter. "What are you doing here Juicy?"

Juice sighed and rubbed his face. "I know Jax promised you the weekend but Arizona will be here by six." Jax was right, there was no way you could say anything to Juice's puppy dog eyes and guilty face.

You sighed. "I'm sure Gemma will want help setting up the party. We'll have breakfast then we'll head off." You were really hoping to have a quiet day with Happy, maybe go to the park and get the dogs some pupcreams from the ice cream truck, but it seemed the ever problematic Arizona had other ideas.

"You sure you're alright with this little girl? That was a new thing too, Happy had been turning down the club a lot and more and more, and you believed that if you asked, he'd leave in a heartbeat.

You nodded. "Yeah, I gotta get out of the house anyway, this all the work at the shelter I haven't had much time to socialise." You sighed. "Breakfast first, then we'll whine about our lost lazy weekend."

****

The party was in full swing now and the conservation was easy as you sat in Happy's lap with a beer in hand. Arizona was milling around but things were strangely calm, until the biggest asshole of Arizona decided to approach the group. Nothing worked on him, the first time he had a go at you was after you brought the piglet to T-M and Happy beating the shit out of him changed nothing, nor did Juice punching him in the mouth after the next comment, when he said something horrible about the little tripod puppy that you had brought with you one day.

"I guess you're still hanging around." He was as smug as ever and a quick look at his chest showed why, despite everything, he was now the road captain.

You gave him a nasty smile and shot back your reply. "Yep, like a bad fucking smell, can I help you?"

Happy was tense at your back but he knew to let you handle it until it really crossed the line. "Nah, I was just curious about where your latest pathetic thing was. Did you get sick of playing Mother Teresa?"

There was no point in arguing, he was just being an asshole so you turned back to Jax and picked up where you left off. He didn't seem to like that because he spoke even louder, enough that everyone close could hear. "You really are bent on staying around, aren't you? I thought after you saw all that shit at the garage, you'd be out of here, maybe I should have given you more credit."

The statement struck you as odd because you didn't remember seeing him there that day, in fact, only one Arizona man was, the other had left ten minutes before to follow up on a lead. When you said as much, he tried to backtrack but the lie that someone told him fell flat, there was no way anyone would mention a witness.

You stood up, leaving room for Happy to jump in. "Did you take Tig's phone and send that text? Don't bother lying, it's pretty obvious that you did."

He crossed his arms over his chest and chuckled coldly. "Yeah I did, but hey, you're still around, so maybe I was wrong about you."

The room had gone silent and there was a chill in the air that could have frozen hell. "Are you saying you put the club at risk of capital charges because you wanted me to break up with my boyfriend?"

It seemed the oh shit moment came hard and fast because his eyes went wide before he collected himself and tried to recover. "I knew you wouldn't tell anyone, I just wanted Hap to know what you were really made of."

Happy was shaking with rage behind you but given the looks on the member's faces, this was more than just a matter between brothers now. Jax stood up, his face hard as stone and looked at you. "Go home y/n, please." You thought about refusing but Jax was mixing a thinly veiled demand with manners, you knew it was serious.

You pecked Happy's cheek and his only reaction was the slight turn of his head towards your lips before his eyes were back glaring daggers at the man. Jax shot a look at the prospect then back at you. "Call Rat if you need anything. I'll have your old man home before bedtime, don't worry." He turned to the group. "Church now."

You gave him a slight smile and walked towards the door, placing your hand on Happy's shoulder as you went. "I love you."

You didn't even meet your eye. "You too."

****

The door swung open but when you looked up, it was Chibs with his hand on the nob. Happy walked through and smiled at you and when you got a look at his hands, it was clear why you heard a car and not a bike pull into the driveway. "Can you fix him up Lass?"

Happy's hands were swollen and bruised and two of his fingers were at a strange angle. "I'll try." Chibs flashed a smile and left, and Happy sat on the couch while you got the first aid kit.

You sat the box on the table and waved at him to remove his bloodied shirt and a wave of rage came over you when you saw the fresh tattoo. "What the fuck is that?"

He grunted. "What do you think? I fucking killed him." You knew that was going to happen by Jax's tone when he called everyone to church.

You huffed. "I ain't talking about that. I'm talking about the fact that you sat for a tattoo with two broken fingers. Do you want to get arthritis?" You rubbed your face and started to clean the open gashes on his knuckles, it would be a lie to say you were gentle, he should have come home right away, the tattoo could have waited.

"I'm sorry." His voice cracked as he spoke and you set the gauze down to look into his eyes, they were rimmed red and his breath stuttered in his chest as he continued. "You didn't deserve any of this." You fought the urge to quip back about what the other guy looked like as you picked a fragment of tooth from his finger and he stopped you to place a black and blue hand over yours. "I love you."

You smiled as the anger faded from your chest, you were relieved that it was finally over. "I love you too." You returned to cleaning his hands with your regular gentleness this time and he looked at you lovingly until you were done. "I'm going to get you some ice and some pain meds, you'll need to rest for a few weeks while those heal."

He wrapped his arms around you as you stood up and pulled you into a hug, his warm embrace making you realise how late it was and how tired you felt. "Can I shower with these?" You nodded. "Alright little girl, I'm gonna clean up, you wanna head to bed?"

You parted ways and went to go to the kitchen for a glass of water but halfway there, Happy walked to your side and brushed your wrist with the back of his bandaged hand before grabbing your fingers gently as you fought the urge to laugh at his limited mobility. "What is it honey?"

"Marry me." He sounded head serious.

"What?" It wasn't that you were going to say no, you were just shocked that he was doing it now. You figured he'd do it with his mum and aunt there, maybe some of the guys.

He placed one hand on your shoulder and rested the other one on your cheek. "Marry me," he took a breath. "I want to spend the rest of my life with you, marry me."

You felt your eyes well with tears. "Ok, I'll marry you."

His face broke into a grin and he took your face in his hands as he pulled you into a kiss. You could feel the love and affection in his touch as his lips pressed against yours. He pulled back for a moment to look into your eyes, brushing your nose with his as he spoke. "I love you so much."

You placed your hand on his cheeks and smiled. "I love you too Hap."

He was smiling again and let out a chuckle. "I better call mum."

The end

#give me shelter #happy lowman fanfiction #happy lowman #happy lowman x reader #happy lowman imagine #david labrava #sons of anarchy #sons of anarchy fluff #sons of anarchy fanfiction #sons of anarchy imagine #samcro

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flourjsh · 1 year

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❋ love sick

i. ajax is sick, luckily he has his cute medic gf to aid him.

ii. ajax petropolus x female reader

iii. sickness, making out, reader can blush, mention of food / vegetables

iv. reader can only heal physical wounds, effects like a fever cannot be treated. ajax can turn his snake hair into normal hair when he's feeling unwell. ( hc, not real. )

a raspy groan emerged from the lonely bed of ajax, throat sore and head aching as he, with all his might, attempts to escape his bedridden curse. you gaze upon his place with narrowed eyes and scrunched eyebrows, hands on your hips as you watch your boyfriend's fatal attempt fail. he sighs in defeat once he feels your angry stare impale his figure, leaning back into his place on the bed with a defeated look. you huff in satisfaction and continue your homework. well, not just yours, but his too.

"[name], please just let me out.. i've been stuck here for ages." he pleads with a exaggerated voice. desperate to leave this hellhole of a room with you by his side. "ajax, i've told you many times. you need to stay in bed, it's for your own good." you spoke in a motherly tone, not even sparing a glance at the boy who just turned his back to you. "if anything, this is your fault. I told you we shouldn't have stayed under the rain for too long. luckily for me, my immune system is much stronger than yours. so once your temperature lowers, you really need to eat more of your vegetables, okay snake boy?" he whimpers in distraught "but, it tastes so weird. the texture is rough, and it tastes like nothing! you're basically eating a leaf at this point."

you roll your eyes and pay him no mind. quickly reverting back to your study of carnivore plants, [name], sleep with me." the drastic change of voice and personality caught you off guard at first but soon recovered and turned your back to your homework. "i have homework to finish, plus if i get sick, who's gonna take care of you?" "but, you said you had a strong immune system. you can survive this, right?" now thinking back on it, the chances of him infecting you with his bacteria is a fifty-fifty chance. long as he doesn't yawn in your face or lick your lips as a joke you'll be alright. "I accept your offer." turning the lamp off, the room goes dull with the lack of light. moonshine seeping through the class window behind the bed, you place next to him and he immediately turns to face you with a eager look in his eyes. to which you blankly stared at him with a tired face.

"you know we can't exchange any physical contact, it's too much of a risk. control yourself jax." you say as you wrap your finger around his used to be snake hair. he doesn't say anything which makes you cock an eyebrow, you stare into his eyes and immediately, your lips are attacked by his own. thin hands gripping each side of your head while his tounge ravages your mouth. you moan in worry and pleasure. gripping his shoulders tight as you lean deeper into the kiss. a few seconds later you both pull way. panting and gasping for air, sweat rolls down your forehead and your body temperature increases. red engulfing your face to which ajax chuckles at.

"what happened to no physical contact, doctor?"

#𝐖𝐄𝐃𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐃𝐀𝐘 #𝐀𝐉𝐀𝐗 𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐎𝐋𝐔𝐒 #wednesday x reader #wednesday x female reader #ajax petropolus x reader #ajax petropolus x female reader #ajax x female reader

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dancingdevildemon · 1 month

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"Sorry for the delay folks we had to take yesterday off due to some...technical issues but, because of that the HIGHER ups have demaned that we AMP things up....THE HOUNDS WILL BE UNLEASH." The crowd cheer at this as The announcer push button. Several screens show MASSIVE black dog like creature with white eyes and deformed bodies being let loose into the arena.

"LOOKS LIKE HOUNDS ALREADY DOING SOME WORK FOLKS. Fizzrolli IS BITTEN and Alphy wounded as WELL. IS THIS HOW THEY MEET THEIR END? WAIT WHAT GOING ON ALPHY IS BARELY DRIVING THEM BACK PEOPLE WHAT A CHAMPION.

"Jevil and Black Star out run hounds too as Roi find safety in the trees. He been chased up their by the hounds. Lucifer is seem to be fixing up Stolas after his fight with Grey."

"The hounds are out for blood today folks! Vacant and Azazel are being chased. They've been separated and OOOH Azazel taken one nasty bite to the leg. Looks like one hounds got chuck of them before they got away."

"Both Velvette and Eve are getting things from unknown sponsors. Velvette has gotten bow and arrow and Eve has gotten some much need meds. Bonnie is watching in distance all chaos that is currently going on. Thank god she made too tree." They screen over to Adam. Who is crying in Cave about his family. ".....That's rough one Folks."

"Kairi is staying at Camp it would see trying to sleep. Luckily for her and Lucifer the Dogs on the other side of the arena....for now. The Knight is showing kindness folks helping Melody with some of her founds."

"WE GOT SOME ACTION FOLKS. SEEM LIKE BUTCH ENTERED ONE OUR TRAPS. POISON LEAKING OUT EVERYWHERE. OOOH SO CLOSE FOLKS HE BARELY ESCAPES THE POISON MIST." The screen shows butch puking up poison onto the ground at edge of the mist.

"Meanwhile Jax is practices his knife throwing and archery. Hopefully he learning from also killing his partner and his partner seem to be having small break down in his camp."

"WE GOT SOME ACTION PEOPLE." The screen switches to Dandy as he being swarmed by HOUNDS. "He fighting off a whole pack their biting and claw O MY GODS look at blood spray. IS HE GONNA GO DOWN?" Dandy ends up killing all of them. "Oooh so close well I suppose....WAIT WATCH AGAIN." The screen comes back to Dandy hitting ground after taking few steps. Slowly bleeding out ALONE.

----- End of Day 2.

Tagging: @polaroidxcamera @multipalz @l-ucitiel @onepiecc @keykeepertm @hcllsraiscd @as-above-rp @radiodoe @peppy-jester @themosthatedbeing @ochtendster @grayfxce @jestamusing @lcftcult @liecoris @stolsas @tempestuous-melody @gunslinginnhogtyin @originemesis @primordialhazbin @mundanemiseries

#IC Guest Muse: The Announcer #the contest of strife (hunger games rp event)#TW: Blood #TW: GORE #gonna do at least two more of these #I won't spam them though #THIS ONE WAS FUN #:D

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wiltingwoes · 1 month

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I ain’t even gonna limit one 💖 per person so y’all just gonna hear me gush about my mutuals in one post

💖 - @vehxmence first off Zulu gives 0 fucks and is so unbothered by drama I WANT TO BE THAT. If you’re looking for someone w no sugar coating and a frying pan to the face w blunt honesty, it’s Zulu. And god am I SO grateful for that. Vibes are immaculate too, art is immaculate. Mwah. She got me through a rough patch and I’m eternally in debt honestly I love her sm…..write w me.

💖 - @skxrbrand I know I’m fucking awful and fell off the warhammer boat but I still love seeing Jax’s posts in my dash tbh I will never tire of the shenanigans w Skar. Jax taught me how to get by on Tumblr and took part in a BIG portion of Betty’s backstory w Heliinx and Skaven shit in general. Like, without Jax, Betty wouldn’t have been this interesting and this entirely mad BFGVXBDV thank you for traumatizing her it’s for great character development LMAOOO

💖 - @moonlightsdew Zero get over here so I can love on you. Art? Mwah. Writing? Mwah. Vibes? MWAH. I adore writing with you so much I just RRRRR every time you reply I fucking LAUNCH myself at my phone like YES MORE DRAMA MORE ANGST MORE FLUFF MORE ENTIRELY FUCKED UP PLOTS. That new AU you created? Amazing. I’m hooked. Ily.

💖 - @mothvalentino ughhhhHHHH YOUR VAAAAAAL. I already went off about your portrayal but I’m doing it again honestly LMAO thank you for letting me express Betty’s backstory and not running away because it’s a LOT to unpack but I’ve been thoroughly enjoying our threads 🖤 I also love the backstory you’ve given Val too, it’s interesting to see their similarities and differences and how what was once an entirely uncared for business deal became unlikely friendship in the end. that’s the GOOD SHIT I’m so excited to explore more of them

💖 - @hclluvahctel you deal w my jumble of ramblings and random ideas and I fuck w that so hard because you don’t tell me to shut up and seem to actually enjoy them so thank you GFHDBDGF I love the Candle and Adam interactions, I love little Avalon sm, I love that it was you that inspired her fallen verse to begin with weeps your icons are also v aesthetically pleasing to look at

💖 - @infernal-feminae fucking BETTY AND ROSIE MAN. PAIN. LOVE AND PAIN. LOVE HOW IT GOES FROM PURE ANGST TO THEM CONSTANTLY SMACKING EACH OTHER’S ASSES. LOVE THE CHAOTIC LESBIAN DYNAMIC. I also love your Carmilla sm that dancing event was so cute and I genuinely love seeing you on my dash good shit good food

💖 - @heliacalxrising your lucifer gives me life hello the emotional description and vulnerability has me wanting to squeeze him and protect him like a little flower……what a baby boy. I feel many things reading your writing which is a splendid thing because I admire writers who portray emotion well enough to where I can feel the character’s emotion myself and it’s always this warm soft feeling u give me

💖 - @doublejango bro I’ve only known you for two days and I’d die for both you and blitzo. you are so sweet and the excitement is contagious, thank you for being excited w me to write and with only two replies in I was like oh yeah. oh yeah, this is both hilarious and going to go places. it’s gonna be one of those movies where it’s all funny and crack shit at first then WHAM BAM ALAKAZAM TRAGEDY AND CRUSHING TRAUMA BONDING and I am fucking HERE for it. let’s GO

#🐀 OOC. 🐀

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jester089 · 5 months

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I loved your "more then merrier" headcanons and I was wondering could you write headcanons for the rest of the tadc crew as well! Love your works!

More the merrier (Part 2)

Apologies on this taking so long life has been kinda rough. And I've been taking up tons of new hobbies. I've been busy.

Caine

He the others freaks out when coming face to face with himself. I mean it definitely isn't the first time. But this time the double feels more real and not just a AI. It takes him a bit but once he's used to it he actually really enjoys having two of him. Can get double the things done in half the time. When their are two Caine's he can have one run the circus like always and have the other with you. This way nothing gets left alone and he can learn why he feels differently about you. Overall it's a good thing. Only real downside being when both start an adventure without informing the other making the entire circus be extra chaotic till he realizes what happened.

Reader

When Caine found you. Or rather you two, he doesn't react as much as you would expect. It's when he failed to get rid of the copy that he seemed surprised. He would probably put you both in cages so whatever this is doesn't spread. After checking over your code he realizes that it isn't a virus. It is literally just you. But two of you. The majority of your time from then on is Caine testing different things to see what happens. Usually Caine has overall control of everything. But since you double he doesn't. He can't so much as change the outfit your wearing. He doesn't even know what caused this yet it completely takes away his control. It worries him.

Zooble

When you walked in on two Zooble's you thoughts that her spare parts came to life. But they both have the same parts. With two Zooble's I can see it going one of two ways. 1. They accept the other and team up making it basically impossible to mess with them or you. It really would just feel like one Zooble with double the physical capabilities. I mean she doesn't talk much no matter how comfortable she is with someone so not too much would change in words, just acts. 2. She strikes me as the self loathing type so upon meeting herself she's forced to come to terms with a lot. That makes her hate the double and actively avoid herself. If that happens good luck cause no matter which you choose to spend time with the other will get jealous and borderline pissed that they weren't picked. Now if it goes the first way or you get the two to be ok with each other then you can keep on living. She does have to watch her mouth with you more though. Before she would say something mean and not really mean it. But if two people do that it feels much more real, and true. So she is constantly watching her mouth with you now.

Reader

With two of you again I don't feel like that much would change. You would be able to help Zooble find her parts easier or keep her safer but past that not much difference. It will be a little problematic finding space for two of you on the bed for movie nights but she takes their being two of you surprisingly well. She's a super independent person who can easily handle her own so you wont really have problems to fix that one of you couldn't do.

Kinger

I've mentioned before that I feel Kinger isn't crazy. Not how he's seen at least. The circus is a crazy place and Kinger is just adapted. He is lonely however. He's been here so long and lost so much. With two of him it surprisingly doesn't get worse. Kinger is amazing at comfort we all know this. So with two of him he's able to keep himself calm and safer. Not being as easy a target for Jax or other creatures. Not being as susceptible to losing it. All you really have to do is make sure he knows you still love him and he's a happy king. Trust me when I say two Kinger's could calm down just about anyone. Including himself. He's well spoken and courteous and is one of those people who is naturally really good at comfort.

Reader

Oh geez. You're gonna make him pass out from stress. He's amazing to be around and genuinely loves you. But as I said he's lost a lot. And he's been so worried about losing you. That caused a lot of stress, anxiety, and overall worry. Their's two of you to worry about now. Despite being borderline scared he isn't going to back down. He knows you, he knows you do your best and are worth his time. If he has to work harder for you he will. And his work gets him double the love from you. When he isn't stressing about it it's honestly lovely for him. You provide as good of comfort as you can give. You are also a overall nice person to talk to and be around. You shoo off his loneliness. And with two of you he never really has to be alone. Everyone needs some alone time every now and again but just being around you makes his days better.

(Sorry again this took so long. But I hope you enjoyed it.)

xoxo, Jester

#tadc x reader #the amazing digital circus x reader #caine x reader #zooble x reader #kinger x reader #noob author #not beta'd

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anonymousj3ster · 2 months

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Chapter 6- Liars

Running. Running through the maze, puddles splashing under my scuffed-up sneakers as I sprint through the cornmaze, a rough voice screaming after me-

"JAX!" A voice snaps, startling me out of my sleep. I jerk up, sweat soaking me as I shake off the final wisps of my nightmare.

"WHAT?" I yell through the door at whoever was bothering me, laying back down on my bed.

"POMNI'S BEING A FREAK!" The voice screams back. Now that sleep had stopped muddling my thoughts, I recognized it as Zooble.

"WHO CARES?" I snap back, burying my face in my pillow.

"JUST TRY TO SNAP SOME SENSE INTO HER!" The jumble of pieces retorts. I hear the soft thudclick of them walking away. I lay still for a moment, before curiosity wins out and I slowly drag the blanket off myself, rubbing my eyes and trudging out of my room. As I walk to the stage area, I cast a look at Dollface's room. The silence coming from it was a bit unnerving, since I knew the ragdoll was lying in there, glitching. I stare at the door, considering checking on her-

No. No. That was the jester's job, not mine. I force my feet to step forward, away from the door, toward where I guessed the jester would be. The first thing I noticed was Zooble and Gangle, staring at the jester with mixed emotions. Zooble with disgust, concern and fear, Gangle with just concern.

The next thing I notice is the jester. My smirk slips off my face as I stare at her. Her hat had slipped off at some point, revealing soft brown, fluffy-looking hair, with some strands sticking up like porcupine quills. The second thing I noticed was the murderboard. It was a huge board that I couldn't even fathom where the hell she had gotten it from, with scraps of paper pinned onto it and red string zigzagging across the brown corkboard, linking random scraps together. The jester giggled like a maniac as she scrambled from one side of the board to another, adjusting papers and tapping the board at a rapid pace.

"The fuck-" I start to swear under my breath, fully baffled. The fool's head snaps around to face me, and I feel myself flinch as her spinning pinwheel eyes zero in on me. Her eyes still for a moment as she lunges toward me.

"JAX!" She blurts, grabbing my arm with her normal hand, and attempting to do the same with her glitched one. I just barely manage to bat her arm away at the last second.

"The hell is wrong with you?" I snap, only to have her talk over me.

"I'm so glad your here!" She says, dragging me over to the board.

"You are?" Me, Gangle, and Zooble both blurt incredulously.

"Wow...I guess she really has gone crazy." I hear Crybaby whisper softly to the triangle head.

Pomni stand in front of the board, still clinging to my arm. "Look! Look at this!" She blabs excitedly, waving an arm at the board. "What does it show you?"

I eye the board nervously. It was just surprisingly well-drawn pictures of the exit door, along with a few drawing of other parts of the circus scattered here and there.

"All I've learned from this is that you are freakishly strong when you're insane." I mutter, trying and failing to pry my arm from her grip. The unhinged jester glares at me.

"No! Just-just look." she pleads, pointing to a picture. "I first saw the exit here-" She points at a picture of the stage "-here-" Her finger swivels to a drawing of the exit door on the lawn outside the circus "-and here." Her finger lands on a final drawing of some random place in the circus. "What do these all have in common?!" She asks, staring at me with her spinning pinwheel eyes.

"Absolutely nothing." I deadpan.

"EXACTLY!!!!" The jester shouted in my face. "It's like lightning, it only appears in a place once!" Her left eye twitches. "And just like lighting, it causes me pain whenever I get near it!" She starts giggling maniacally, before breaking out into a full-fledged cackle, shaking violently. I eye her nervously, before breaking out laughing.

"Wait, give me a second." I wheeze, doubling over. "So let me get this straight- the mini jester thinks there's a solution to our fate?"

"Jax, don't be an ass." Zooble mutters from behind me, where they and Gangle had be watching us. They turn to the cackling fool, with something that almost seemed like pity on their face. "Pomni, we told you, there is no-" I cut the triangle head off.

"Wait wait, lets hear her out. Got nothin here but time." I lean down and turn my attention back to Pomni, putting my hands on my knees and softening my voice as though I were speaking to a child. "So clue us in on what with save us here, we miss a sign?" I simper condescendingly. The jester's eyes stop spinning and shrink a little, glaring at me.

"I know what I sa-"

"Shut up."

My voice comes out colder than I meant it to, making even Zooble freeze. To my shock, I see those red and blue eyes start to fill with tears.

"What, are you crying 'cause your stuck here? Need to go confide in Ragatha?" I bark a bitter laugh, sauntering away, grabbing Gangle's happy mask and dropping it on the floor on my way. I snicker a little at the sound of the girl's squeal and porcelain breaking. "Good luck with that to ya!"

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I stare at the ceiling, at the soft lulling blue. I was starting to hate it. Hate this room, hate the glitching, hate the pain, hate having to lie in bed all day, hate being useless-

No. No. I couldn't think like that. I had to be positive. Stay positive. Look happy. Smile even though nobody was around to see me. I snap out of my thoughts, hearing muffled voices on the other side of the door to my room.

"...Help her..."

"...Sure? Maybe....hard on her..."

Despite hearing them, I still jump a little when they knock on my door.

"W-w-who is i-t-t?" I call, hating the way my voice cracked and glitched. The door opens, Zooble sticking their head in my room.

"Um. Pomni's...being Pomni. You deal with her." They say curtly, shoving the jester into my room. She immediately whirls around, trying to grab the door just as Zooble slams it shut.

"Hey! I was busy!" She snaps. There's a scraping sound outside the door, followed by a soft thud. Pomni tries to open the door, but it only opens a few inches. Had they put a chair or something under the knob? The jester sighs and turns to me. "Hi Ragatha." She mumbles, crossing her arms.

I don't answer, too busy staring at her. I feel a soft blush creep over my face. Her hair...it just looked so soft and cute, sticking up in places, all messy from being under her hat all the time. I kind of wanted to run my hands through it...

I manage to snap out of my spiraling thoughts as Pomni starts to pace back and forth across the room, getting more and more anxious and distressed with each step.

"I know you guys don't believe me when I talk about the exit, that you think i'm insane or-or that it was all just a digital hallucination or something, but I know what I saw. I know what I experienced. I know it's out there somewhere, and I-I-" She stops abruptly, a hand reaching up and tearing through her soft hair anxiously.

I watch her, feeling guilty about not being able to help the girl. I mean, that was my job: To help people. What good was I if I stayed glitched, stayed broken-

The jester's eyes widen slightly in apparent bafflement, patting the top of her head. "Wheres my hat?" She says, confused. "I....thought we couldn't take our clothes off." She automatically reaches for the glove on her glitched hand to see if it would come off, flinching when the two hands make contact. She scowls at the glitched mess, before leaning down and experimentally tugging on one of her shoes, which comes off easily.

"Huh." She muttered, putting it back on, her hand returning to her head. "It feels like...is it all sticking up?" She asked, sounding slightly exasperated. I managed a jerky nod, before trying to raise a hand to point. "T-the-re's a m-mirror o-ove-e-er there-e-e." I stammer. The jester gives me a sympathetic look, before going over to the mirror. She runs her hand through it, trying to flatten out the parts that were sticking up with no success. She lets out a low groan of frustration. "I look like an idiot...I don't even know where my hat is..."

I feel my face heat up, and for once I'm glad my whole body is all glitchy. "I think y-you lo-o-ok c-" I catch myself at the last moment. "-Nice."

Pomni looks at me, pinwheel eyes widening slightly. "Uh, thanks." I smile as the jester slowly walks over and sits on the bed.

"Um. Thanks. For...letting me stay in your room." She mumbles. I refrain from pointing out she had been forced into my room, instead going with "Anytime Pomni."

We sit in comfortable silence for long minutes, the jester glancing around the room, occasionally running her fingers through her soft brown hair.

"Your room...doesn't look how I expected it to. I never really noticed what it looked like until right now, really." The fool breaks the silence after a while. I nod understandingly. Everyone who came into my room was a bit surprised. Instead of the bright pinks and flowery decor they expected, there was simply dull shades of blue and simple decor, a vase here, abstract painting there. Honestly, I normally loved the colors and scarce decoration. It was soothing, in a way. But after being stuck here staring at it for so long...I was starting to despise it.

"It's nice though." The jester adds after a beat. "It smells nice in here too. Like flowers, and fresh baked cookies." She glances at me, making my face heat up even more. God, what was wrong with me?

"Uh, I nor-m-mally bak-k-ke in here a lo-ot." I mumble, nodding at an oven stuffed in a corner of the room. Pomni nods absently, eyes boring into me with concern.

"Ragatha...are you...ok?" She tries softly, before rephrasing her words. "I mean, as ok as...As much as you seem?" I tense, caught off guard.

Could she see through me that easily? Could she tell how not ok I was, how-

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"Yeah Pom-n-n-ni, I'm fine! Or at least, as I fi-i-i-ine as I can be, being all g-g-glitchy." I reassure quickly with a smile. Pomni returns it, not looking convinced. "A-are y-you? Did you c-calm down eno-ough?" I ask. Are you done looking for the exit?

The smile widens. "...Yeah, I think so." She hesitates, pupils shrinking a little. "But...can I stay in here a while anyways?"

"O-of c-c-course."

The two liars sit together in silence and guilt, lost in their own little worlds sitting 12 inches apart.

#tadc #pomni #the amazing digital circus #fanfic #ragatha #ragapom #jesterdoll #pomni x ragatha #buttonblossom

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final-girl96 · 1 year

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Stolen Hearts

Eddie Munson x Reader

NO UPSIDE DOWN!

THIS WILL NOT HAVE ANYTHING TO DO WITH THE SHOW!

Disclaimer: I DON'T NOT own Eddie Munson or any of the other Stranger Things characters.

Q- When will it be posted?

A- I have no clue. I'm just pitching an idea I have. I haven't even written anything for it. It will be on my wattpad and Ao3 when I do decide to start writing it.

Ideas So Far:

Starts in 1984 senior year of high school

Eddie gets discovered in 1986 at the hideout

YN Hexley is the quiet girl, smart, doesn't have friends, her dad is a rock star, but nobody knows that. Moved from L.A. California to Hawkins Indiana 1980 her freshman year, was homeschooled up until then

Eddie is kind of mean, popular with the girls but they won't admit it because he's "the freak" of Hawkins. Will be out of character

Eddie is a little OOC he can be cruel, self-centered at times, a player never sticking with one girl

Jax Hexley - lead singer, front man of Blood Red Viper, YN dad, from Hawkins originally, had yn at eighteen shortly after being discovered at The Hideout.

Description:

Eddie Munson was only a few credits away from graduating. The problem, though, was that he was horrible at math. In order for him to pass, he needs a tutor so he can graduate and get the hell out of Hakins, Indiana.

Yn Hexley is the perfect person to help, according to her teacher. She's smart and has straight A's. And seeing as she didn't have much going on in her life...she agreed to help Eddie.

She knows who Eddie is, everyone knows who he is. Yn on the other hand; she was invisible. Nobody knew who she was. She moved from L.A. California to Hawkins, Indiana, the place her father grew up. She's been homeschooled her whole life, with being on tour and what not with her father Jax Hexley, lead singer of the rock band Blood Red Vipers.

But he wanted her to have a normal high school experience and make friends her own age. And what better way to do that than to enroll her in his old High School, Hawkins High. He and the band wanted to take a break from touring for a little while as well, write new music for a new album, so it was perfect.

Until she falls for the boy she tutors, Eddie Munson, the leading man of Corroded Coffin. How could she not be attracted to a musician when that's the world she grew up in. Music is her life, and Eddie Munson was the definition of music. Maybe she should have listened to everyone when they told her he would break her heart.

Warnings:

☆ Strong Language

☆ Drugs & Alcohol (Rockstar Life)

☆ Adult Themes

☆ Virginity Loss

☆ Spanking

☆ Choking

☆ Edging

☆ Rough Sex

☆ Unprotected Sex (she'll get on BC later)

☆ Small Amount of BDSM

☆ Oral (both)

☆ Dub-Con

☆ Public Sex

☆ Degrading (slut & whore mostly)

☆ Cock Warming

☆ Hair Pulling

☆ Breeding Kink

☆ Daddy Kink

☆ Dom Eddie

☆ Mead Eddie

☆ Eddie is OOC

☆ Angst

☆ Fluff (much later)

☆ Possessive (he doesn't want to be tied down but also doesn't want her to be with anyone else)

☆ Manipulation

☆ Slight Abuse (verbal & mental)

☆ Cheating?

#eddie muson fanfic #eddie munson #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson stranger things #eddie the freak munson #eddie stranger things #rockstar!eddie munson #stranger things netflix #stranger things #rockstar au #eddie munson rockstar au #joseph quinn

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krysta-cross · 1 year

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MK men as ice cream flavors:

Fujin: Rocky Road - sweet as chocolate, with soft mushy marshmallows and nuts. Just like his personality, he is sweet, caring and soft to people he cares about the most but can be tough to crack like the nuts when it comes to defending them.

Raiden: Mint Chocolate- sweet but you'll taste that tingy mint spice before you appreciate that part. He cares but doesn't openly show it, the cold demeanor isnhis defense but getting close to him will make you discover he isn't that stingy (minty)

Scorpion: Mangoes and Grahams- aside from his favorite color yellow, Hanzo seems like the guy who will enjoy fruit flavors miced with the texture of the crushed grahams like his opponents dusts after he toast them 😆

Sub Zero: Blueberries and Cream- He's cold thats a given but I'm sure grandmaster blueberry ice would still enjoy having ice cream especially now he's friends with toasty 🔥 must keep his cool all the time 😊

Rain: Black Forest- Not so sweet but the cherries make up for it. Rain has this personality and black forest flavor suits him as he might not be sweet but for sure he will try and also cherries are like his royalty ego, he's common like chocolate but cherries makes him special 🍒

Noob Saibot: Dark Chocolate- Cold as death, not so sweet but will still take you for a ride on brainfreeze if you got too much. Perfect flavor not only for his color of choice but his personality as well. Dark chocolate might have a really low sweetness level but it's still sweet.

Erron Black: Pistachios and Cashews- As a cowboy who is a master of the rough roads and dry lands, he will surely enjoy ice cream with many nuts but not overly sweet like this. The crunch on every bite excites him, reminds him of his horse rides on stone riddled rough roads.

Johnny Cage: Cheese- Sounds simple but JC would surely like this as of course he needs to always smile for the camera and paparazzi (lol) also I can see him modeling for an ice cream brand and he would slay the "cheese" part as his life is basically under glitz and glamour.

Kabal: Double dutch- Vanilla with marshmallows and cashews, even though how rough he depicts his personality as, Kabal would still have this soft (marshmallow) side and hard as a rock attitude (cashews). Vanilla isn't really sweet but it has chocolate drizzles that make up for it.

Kano: Licorice- He would definitely enjoy alcohol flavored ice cream, Kano may look like he doesn't even eat one but he is still interested in things that have the flavor of the drinks he likes so he will surely try.

Jax: Vanilla- Jax seems like the man who will enjoy the simple things in life, also having a daughter would make him very familiar with vanilla ice cream as it's commonly sold anywhere and eating it will take him back to his good memories with Jacqui.

Rambo- Cookies and Cream- being a soldier is tough but why cookies and cream? Rambo is tough as a cookie, has battled so many and is the type to sit down and eat ice cream just to reminisce some good times with his comrades. Cookies and cream have both sweetness and rough texture due to the cookies just like him.

These are just random thoughts, don't mind them so much haha I might be inaccurate but that might just mean I haven't tasted much ice cream in my life yet 😆

#mortal kombat #random thoughts #fanfics #fujin #raiden #scorpion #sub zero #johnny cage #kabal #kano #noob saibot #rambo #jax #brain freeze

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sleepysak · 9 months

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The Bingo Boys* of 2X80- the futuristic D&D and homebrew mashup of a world @samusthedude is DMing!

From left-to-right and top-to-bottom

Daniel's (no tumblr) Stone the Genasi (aka Jasper aka The Rock Dwayne Johnson)

@quaxorascal's Jax the Dwarf (aka Centurion aka "fucking CHUCK?")

My Pétra the Dwarf (aka [REDACTED] aka The Worst Warlock)

@subcorax's Vivian the Half-Elf (aka "oh good he's seventeen")

*(gender-neutral) Descriptions under cut! (Thank you iz!!)

[ID: four full-colour digital portraits of D&D characters, drawn in a style that is evocative of paintings. The first portrait is of Jasper Stone, an earth genasi man. Stone stands in front of a chain link fence at night, looking forebodingly at the viewer. He is wearing a dark grey jacket that covers his entire upper body, with a black hood over his head and a dark grey respirator mask over his mouth and nose. An automatic rifle is held to his back with a black cross-body strap. His short-cropped hair is black, and what little skin is visible is grey and subtly cracked like stone. His eyes are brown, including the sclera. A yellow-toned spotlight shines above Stone, illuminating him and the dust that floats around him.

The second portrait is of Jax, a dwarf man. Jax leans one arm against a wooden bar. The wall behind him has bottles and barrels of various alcohols on shelves. Jax is has brown hair with an undercut and a bun, light skin, bushy eyebrows, hazel eyes, slightly pointed ears, and a full beard, with a braid starting from his cheek and the whole beard bound together with two brass-coloured metal bands. He has lots of dark hair elsewhere on his body as well. He is wearing a black shirt under a blue flannel shirt with the sleeves rolled up, with the front of his shirts tucked into black denim pants; he is also wearing a dangly brass earring, as well as subtle blue eyeliner and black nail polish. Jax is cleaning a beer glass in his hands with a cloth, his chin raised to listen and watch around him.

The third portrait is of Pétra Carpenter, another dwarf. They have their arms folded on a table; the angle of the drawing is as if the viewer were sitting at the table next to them, and they are looking toward the viewer. They have long dark brown wavy hair worn loose down their back, bushy eyebrows, brown eyes, a round nose, slightly pointed ears, and a short beard. They also have dark body hair on their arms. They are wearing a black denim jacket with the sleeves ripped off, over an old white t-shirt, and fingerless gloves; they are also wearing a black stud earring and a grey trucker hat with text on the front that reads: "in dog years, I'm dead". Pétra grins at the viewer and flashes a peace sign over the bicep of their other arm. Warm light filters into the room from over their shoulder; meanwhile, a shadow in the rough shape of a person looms behind them where the light doesn't reach

The fourth and final portrait is of Vivian Renée, a skinny half-elf teenage boy. He is standing in front of a convenience store at night; a neon sign in the window says "open". He has unevenly-cut straight brown hair with a stark white streak, brown skin, thick eyebrows, green eyes, a long and straight nose, and pointy ears. He is wearing a white cropped jacket with orange trim and rolled-up sleeves, over a black 100 Gecs t-shirt. He is holding his phone close to his face with both hands, and looking at the viewer with an annoyed expression. /end ID]

#sleepy-art #idk what the fuck else to tag it #but hey its these assholes!!!#if youve seen me tag anything 2x80. petra. or van gang. its regarding these guys!!#van gang is petra and their npc besties tho from their backstory #but ya once again thank u iz for yelling at me to actually post them #as u can see by the date on the signature #its been over a year #oops.

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spaghettificationandpretzels · 1 year

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Patience is a Virtue

Written for @yourwinchesterbros for missing edging on your kinkfest request. This has been in my drafts forever.

Can be read as a The Reaper and The Death Angel one-shot or as a standalone.

Sons of Anarchy Masterlist

Contains: Fluff, consent and kink negotiation, smut (female masturbation, spanking, edging, fingering, oral sex M and F receiving, P in V, aftercare.)

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Jax teaches you a lesson about waiting

"I'm going to miss you tonight."

You smiled, "it's only night shift Jax, one Club party without me isn't going to kill you."

He smirked, "it might, you can die of boredom you know. My brain's going to fall out of my ears, my heart's going to stop from having nothing to keep me entertained. My…"

You kissed him, "ok, enough. I'll be having my main meal at two, I'm sure the party will be done by then, you can stop by and eat with me."

He smiled, "I'd like that darin." He leaned down and kissed you, his lips soft against yours, "I don't know why you need to keep going on night shift. I thought work was slowing down?"

You shook your head, "it's the usual Jax, the state wants a certain number of cases done and the more we do the more they want."

He sighed, "I'm sorry darlin, I'll bring you some of flan from he cafe if you like."

You smiled, "I'd like that. See you at two yeah?"

He nodded and kissed you again, "yeah."

Jax was there right on two, flan in hand and his Teller smirk on his face. He pulled you into his arms and kissed you, his hands holding your head as his thumbs rubbed your cheeks, "dinner?"

You smiled, "yes please, it's been a long night." You sat down on your office couch, Jax sitting next to you, "how was the party?" He gave you a look, "oh no, what?"

"We have to go on a run tomorrow, we're leaving mid afternoon."

You sighed, "another one? Can't they pull someone else?"

Jax shook his head, "nope, we'll be back in three days."

You smiled, "does that mean you're going to have to touch your own dick instead of me doing it for you?"

He gasped in fake offence, "you don't think I can hold off, I thought you were the one who insisted I call you before I go to bed so we can say good night."

"Well yes, but you're the one who always brings up what I'm wearing."

He smiled, "I just want to know that you're comfortable, I can't have my woman not getting a good night's rest."

You shook your head, "sure Teller. Are you saying I can't wait?"

He nodded, "yep."

You pressed your lips together in thought, "well then, I guess we'll see. I will hold off for however many days you think I need to so I can prove I can wait. You can touch yourself, we both know that you can't keep it together."

Jax stuck out his hand, "you're on."

****

Jax was gone for five days, not three. You talked every morning and every night. Jax was merciful and kept the conversation PG, only asking if you were being good and you could hear his smirk across the line. When he got home, he wrapped you in his arms and kissed you long and slow, normally he would have you bent over the bed the moment everyone was asleep but tonight all he did was hold you.

"This must be rough on you too."

He nuzzled your hair, "it is, even more of a reason for you to give in."

You chuckled and stroked his face, "never, I told you I could wait and I will. The balls in your court Teller."

He hugged your tighter, "we'll see if you feel that way in the morning."

You woke up in Jax's arms, his face pressed to your hair, "good morning beloved."

He smiled and sniffed then ran his hands up and down your arms, "good morning darlin, did you sleep well?"

You nodded, "I always sleep well when you're with me."

He threw off the covers, kissing you one last time before heading to the bathroom. You watched him go, since you started buying Jax tight black boxers, it was all he wore. "See something you like?"

You smiled, "maybe, I can appreciate a nice ass."

He chuckled, "well, unless you cave, that's all you're going to be doing."

You shook your head, "I keep telling you, I can wait."

****

You lasted four more days before you broke. It was Sunday afternoon, Jax was out on Club business and you knew you'd have a few hours before he got home. All you needed was one, it's not like Jax would find out, he was intent on making you beg. You shut your bedroom door and lay on the bed. Your thoughts drifted to Jax as your hand slid down your body, this wasn't meant to be an indulgence, there was no fan fair, you were going to get off and be done with it.

You could almost feel Jax's hands on you as you circled your clit with your index finger, "what do you think you're doing little girl?"

Oh shit, you yanked your hand away from your body, "what does it look like?"

He swaggered over to you, "it looks like you're touching yourself without my permission."

You huffed and swung your legs over the bed, walking over to him, "you were taking to long."

He smiled, "so you can't wait."

You sighed, "maybe not, I missed you."

Jax pecked you, "were you thinking about me?"

You ran your hand down his chest, "of course I was."

He chuckled, "get naked, you're going to have to make this up to me." he stomped over to the bed and sat down, patting his legs, "over my knee." You huffed, "because spanking me has always worked." He licked his lips, "I know what it does to you, if I wanted to hurt you, I would be doing something very different."

You stripped off, taking your time while making eye contact, "don't you think I know what you're doing? Get to it darlin." You stripped off the rest of your clothes in a rush then dropped yourself over his knees, "count." The hits came hard and fast, "how many was that? Don't make me start again."

You gathered yourself, "three."

His hand rubbed your hot skin, "good girl." You could feel his hard cock through his jeans.

The rest of the hits were just as hard, Jax pausing to rub your hot skin while he waited for you to count, "have you learnt your lesson now?"

You shrugged, "I don't know, have I?"

Jax tutted, "get on your knees."

You smiled, "make me."

He grabbed you by your upper arms and pulled you up then planted you on the ground, "don't make me spank you again." His hands moving to hold your face.

You smiled, "I'd much rather suck your dick." He smirked, still fully dressed as he unzipped his jeans and pull them down just enough to get his cock out.

His hands moved to your arms and then he was lifting your hands to his hips, "tap if you need a break."

You nodded "yep." He stroked his cock with one hand and your cheek with the other.

"Get to it little girl." You took one hand off his hip and lifted it to his cocked, stroking the base as you wrapped your lips around the head.

"Fuck, just like that." You slid your mouth over more of him, Jax's head dropping back in pleasure, his hands lovingly rubbed your face. You pulled backed and kitten licked the head and Jax grunted, his hand tightening in your hair and spoke low and almost harsh, "don't tease."

You kissed his thigh and looked up and him through your eyelashes, "sorry my love."

You kissed the head of his cock one last time before sucking it into your mouth and swallowing him down like an icy pop. Jax gasped, his hips starting to move in their own as you sucked him deeper into your mouth. Your hand left the base of his cock to cup his balls, rolling them in your palm while Jax grunted. He tapped your cheek to let you know he was about to cum and you moaned around him in permission.

He tapped your cheek one last time before you felt something warm and salty hit your tongue, "fuck, fuck, fuck, my good girl." He bent over at the waist and rubbed your back then stepped back away from you. "Get on the bed." You scrambled up and got comfortable, Jax made no room to get naked, rather, he pulled up his pants and shed his shirt.

Your eyes raked his bare chest, Jax smirking as they landed on his face, "you see something you like?"

You nodded, "everyday."

He shook his head, "you've been good for me so far so I'm going to let you cum tonight, but when and how many times is up to me so you better behave." Jax climbed on top of you and nuzzled into your neck, his teeth coming out to nibble your skin.

You brought your hand up and placed it on his shoulder blade, the muscles ripping under your touch as he kissed down your body and to your core. He lifted your legs over his shoulders and kissed your inner thigh, running his thumb up and down the crease of your legs before spreading your open and sucking your clit into his mouth.

You moaned and Jax chuckled against your skin, you felt two of his fingers circle our entrance and then he was sliding them inside you, pressing your G-spot in a steady stroke. It didn't take you long, between what you were doing before Jax got home, the spanking and sucking his dick, you were right on the edge in a matter of seconds.

But before you could topple into bliss, Jax stopped. You didn't react, you knew this was coming and Jax smiled, lifting his head briefly to speak praise at you, "good girl, if you keep this up, you'll be cumming before you know it." You shifted and settled into the bed as his head dropped back to your skin.

It took a handful of licks or you to be arching off the bed but Jax stopped again, moving to bite your thigh while he replaced his lips with his thumb. He kissed your thighs until you were at the edge again then paused the fingers that were inside you, pulling back the sensations just enough to pull you back from the edge.

"Jax please, I need more."

Jax chuckled, "oh, I know. You'll get it when I say you can."

You grunted in frustration and his teeth smarted at your hip, "careful, don't give me a reason to leave you hanging."

You whimpered, "I'll be good, please."

He smiled, "I know darlin, you're always good for me."

He started moving his fingers again, faster this time as his thumb found your clit and his lips kissed everywhere they could each. Each time you reached the peak, he slowed down. You wove your hands into his hair and he turned his head to kiss your forearm, "I know, I know how hard you're trying, just a bit longer little girl."

You inhaled, "thank you."

Jax smiled, "you don't need to thank me, just lay back and enjoy yourself."

You let the tension fall from your muscles as his mouth returned to your skin, with one last lick, Jax pressed your hips down to the bed with his forearm as you came so hard you saw white. You felt him kiss up your body, then there was something hard and hot pressing to your entrance, "you want this little girl?"

You gasped, "please, please I need you."

Jax chuckled, "no need to beg." You have no idea when he got naked but you were very happy about it.

He rested his weight on his arm as he slid inside you, the other hand coming to run your clit. You let out a pained whimper and he kissed you softly, "I know, I can feel you shaking around me." His voice was tight, you could tell he was holding back. His hips started slow, pushing past the sensitivity from your previous orgasm. "Fuck you're tight."

You giggled, "is that a problem?" He kissed your again, harder this time.

"No, but I have a reputation to uphold and you're going to ruin it."

You kissed his neck, "I'm not going to tell anyone."

Jax smiled, "you are really something, can you give me one more?"

You nodded, "I think so."

Jax chuckled, "well I know so." His hips moved like rolling waves as two of his fingers rubbed your clit, his warmth seeping into your body. Between his cock and how his body felt encompassing yours, you were coming again before could warn him.

Jax grunted like you had shot him as the contraction of your core pushed him over the edge. Then he was dropping on top of you as his hips moved of their own volition, ringing every ounce of pleasure from you. It took a while for him to gather himself and roll off you, his lips never leaving yours as he pulled you into his arms.

"You good?"

You nodded, "I will be when I can feel my limbs. Was this your plan all along?"

He smirked, "my smart girl. It was, why do you think I kept finding a reason to take my shirt off."

You giggled, "I love you."

He kissed your forehead, "I love you too darlin, now let me get something to clean you up then I'm going to run you a bath."

Fin

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