#Writing Mexican oc

[softbadass]

as a mexican i can’t help but laugh at how wrong some americans writing mexican characters get the way our name system works so lemme explain so you can get it right!

so most mexicans (remarking MOST because i do mean 99% of us) have TWO last names that come from our parents. it's basically like this:

name / paternal last name (dad's first last name) / maternal last name (mum's first last name).

the first last name is ALWAYS the paternal last name, it always comes from the dad side of the family. there are some exceptions though. in 3 states of the country it's already legal to put the maternal last name first but it's very rare and usually only in special cases, like when the father is absent for example.

there are also cases where the person has only one last name but this is not only extremely rare but it can cause a lot of hardships with legal documentation like school, banks, etc. this can happen for some reasons:

1- they're the child of a single parent (however, to avoid the difficulties that come with having one single last name some end up being registered with the same last names as the parent, but inverted)

2- they were registered in another country where they only have one last name (for example USA, a friend of mine was registered there and for that reason they only have one last name in their documents)

it's important to mention that unlike american last names, the two last names are not separated by “-” they're only separated by a space.

the last names are not necessarily one word, some have two or three. for example last names like “de la rosa” or “del olmo”

also, there's no such thing as married name here. women don't change their last names nor mix them with their husbands last names.

as i am aware, last names tend to work like this in all latin america but many specific details may be different depending on the country and i am not that well informed.

either way, i hope this helps anyone who’s developing a mexican character!

#Mexican oc #Mexico #Mexican #Oc #Oc writing #Writing tips #Writing Mexican oc #Writing Latino oc #Latino oc #resources #writing resources #oc resources #writing with color #representation #latine voices #latino representation #latinamerica #Latinoamerica #writing advice #character sheet

[now-a-witch]

Listen I tried starting the Bungo Stray Dogs manga like 7 years ago or smt, but I was falling out of the reading manga train so I have not read it or watched BUT I'm watching a guy react to it and it finally convince me to give it another shot.

That said what I made this post for was because them exploring more worldwide things in s5 made really want some latino autors like:

I want Carlos Fuentes, I want his gift to be "Aura" which allows him to bring people back from the death by summoning their soul into a living persons body, stealing it away.

I want Gabriel García Márquez, "Cien años de soledad" (one hundred years of solitude) being his gift would be the obvious choice, allowing him to capture people in a time prison or something could be cool but "El amor en los tiempos del colera" (love in the times of cholera) would be funny and "Crónica de una muerte anunciada" (chronicle of a death foretold) would be cool if we didn't already had 2 characters who could forsee their own death.

Jorge Luis Borges having "El Aleph" giving him a kind of omnipresence allowing his spirit to leave his body and percive from above and great distance.

Julio Cortazar havin "Rayuela" as his gift allowing him to chose between possible futures that things could have at the moment, I don´t know what Juan Rulfo's gift would be since I don't know how to make his most iconic work "Pedro Paramo" into a gift, Like forcing dead beat dads to take accountability? who knows, the possibilities are endless.

Just Latin American autors being anime boys you know.

(honorary mention to the autor of "Por amor a Feliciana" (For love of Feliciana) whom I actually met, he signed my book then I proceeded to lend it to someone I can't remember and they never returned, also my watercolour teacher bashed him when she saw me reading the book, because I think his gift would be the ability to teleport next to a person as long as he is horny enough for them)

#bsd #bungou stray dogs #bsd headcanons #??? #idk what to call this #are they bsd ocs? #this just made me realize the lack of female latina authors I have read #the only book I can recall tight now with a female mexican author that I have read #is a mexican girl witha fantasy 4book saga that was a teen when she started writing #my sister met her sister #but she's not popular enough since I have never actually met another person who has heard or read her books #but her name is andrea dr lourd chapela saavedra #and ger powers would probably be a weird mix between Poe's and Kunikidas #i actually think that they are one of the most interesting concepts I have read #and wish more people knew them #but I will aknowledge that the writing might be lacking #I read them in elementary school #but I still think they deserve better in concept alone #but i digress

[arofili]

@tolkienlatamandcaribbeanweek day seven | original characters ● diversity | rýndil amdirfael

Rýndil was child of Caranthir the dark and Haleth of the Haladin, and they were half-elven like unto Dior the fair, though born long before him amid the birch-trees of Brethil...

#tolkienlatam&caribbeanweek #tolkienedit #oneringnet #silmedit #silm #silmarillion #silm oc #silm ocs #oc ryndil #my edit #edit writing #tefain nin #model: rocky barnes #(who is filipino & mexican) #when i tell you i spent 2 hours trying to find the image source + this model's name.......smh #trans tolkien #(ryndil is a they/them <3)

[goofymapache]

I’ve been learning Brazilian Portuguese for like 3 weeks now, bc I was bored as hell during winter break so I was like “yknow what, lets learn a new language”

It actually came in handy to know English and Spanish, bc it kinda made it easier to understand for me.

I also just like learning about different cultures in general, and it’s nicer to understand some of the language. I also just felt bad bc Brazil is almost always left out of Latin American media 😭 and just South American media in general is always forgotten. As a latino I want everyone to get equal attention bc the cultures are so unique

#language learning #I can read it better now #Still working on writing and grammar #I love you guys 🫶🏼🇧🇷 #Brazil #Even though I’m Mexican I wish all Latin American rep wasnt just Mexico and Central America #This is also because one of my ocs are Brazilian and I wanna learn more about the culture so I can make little references to it

[askmafiabobvelseb]

"What's on the Supreme nachos?" [Shaggy asks, tilting his head a bit as he shifts his wings]

[Bob lifts up a fist, as he begins listing off information] "Layers of crispy tortilla chips, seasoned ground beef, refried beans, cheese, black olives, guacamole, tomatoes, sour cream, lemon juice, hmm.. Oh! and jalapeños!" [He says excitedly as he is holding up 10 fingers.. Or well. 8.]

#mafia au #bob velseb au #spooky month #spooky month au #ask mafia bob velseb #ask the mafia boss #bob vesleb #mafia bob velseb #bob velseb spooky month #Theogratking #Theogratking oc #Theogratking writing prompt #Bob x shaggy #He loves mexican food can you tell?

[evita-shelby]

Wind

Namor/K’uk’ulkan x Eva Smith (OC)

When you know you have only days left to live, there is no such thing as controlling impulses.

One of those impulses had led to her summoning K’uk’ulkan from the depths. Another to telling him about her entire history from her youth in this house to how she came to be on the president’s hit list and then throwing herself at him because she didn’t want to die without knowing sex with man.

He is human, but also not human.

K’uk’ulkan can live underwater with his people, he can breathe through his nose and yet absorb oxygen through his skin like an amphibian and he can fly with his winged heels.

He wants to take her to Tlalocan, to his underwater city where witches can teach her how to properly hone her magic. To live with him as his guest, as his lover and eventually wife.

K’uk’ulkan thinks she is unaware of his intentions, but he feels this connection they’ve had since that night stronger than Eva dares to admit. He wants a life with her, an eternal love who won’t age and die as he can’t.

“Are you ready?” he asks she held on tightly to his neck while he carried her like a bride.

“As ready as I will ever be.” The witch said and before she knew it, they were flying in the summer wind.

#eva smith shelby #evacore #kukulkan x mexican!oc #namor x oc #namor x eva #november writing prompts

[megafawna-permhiatus]

Wghat gives me motivation to write bunny bunny is that I Know i can make better mexican horror than that wednesday tv show because i'm not tim burton. so i have to now i guess.

#.talk #pro tip if you are making horror with main characters who are mexican. uhm. have mexican or at least hispanic people writing them . . . . #that goes for any story with hispanic characters as the main focus though #but like u get what i mean #bunny bunny #oc tag

[traveling-at-the-speed-of-light]

Manni & Quinn {Original}

Title: Manni & Quinn {Original}

Author: Crazy_Comet_97

Tagline: Manuello thought that his whole life was just going to be cleaning the tacky tiled floors of the mall he'd worked at since he was in high school. Little did he know that a strange set of circumstances (as well as his sexual tastes) would throw him headfirst into a new life he couldn't have even thought to imagine. [PREG]

Warnings of crude descriptions, cultural references to the Hispanic community, Agalmatophilia (sexual attraction to mannequins, duh), descriptions and acting out of unsafe workplace health and safety (WHS) practices, rapid pregnancy and graphic labour.

Word Count: 4405

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/38102206

#fanfiction #fanfic #writing #pregnancy #pregnancy birth #manniquin #cursed biology #original content #original fiction #original story #original character #ocs #original characters #spainish #mexican #latina sex #latina #tw pregnancy #traveling-at-the-speed-of-light #Crazy_Comet_97 #AO3

[coccinelle-et-chaton]

Did a lil obsessive drawing sprint as a treat and this one came out way too good not to post. I can’t believe I actually made this lol.

Had a lot of fun with this one because I actually had never drawn other characters from the book, so it was cool to explore what they actually look like on paper. I also wanted to do like, a vignette to try to encapsulate the main three's vibe but it ended up being like a lil exercise about how each main relates to the major narrative strands in the novel :) It's also more or less pre-canonish (as told by grumpy isador) so that was also cool. Usually, I like to draw things that happen after the cannon of book 1 or just indulge in cheesy lost scenes. But yeah, down to bottom, left to right:

Othello's vignette: Mori (his adoptive dad), Eli and Elmer (friends from his past who bring back bad memories), him, and crow motives because the cartel he grew up in was called the Crowies.

Lyvrea’s vignette: Ly herself, her twin Micah, two important characters from 150 years ago (i.e. current time and age).

Isador’s vignette: The Jales standing next to the flag of the Darwin Enclave. First is Ender (Isa's dad), Isador himself, and Father Lecter the devil incarnate (his grandfather).

#the gifted #othello chegall #lyvrea romano #isador jale #original characters #original writing #mexican literature #mexican novel #novelist #novel writing #my oc art #polyamorous ships #queer books

[towishimpossibleth1ngs]

Titular Character Songs

José Luna- "I Started A Joke"- Bee Gees

Emmanuel Reyes- "The Man Who Sold The World"- Nirvana

Gloria Ochoa-"Let's Dance"- David Bowie

Delilah Cruz- "Pelo Suelto'- Gloria Trevi

Carlos Guzman- "Method Man"- Wu-Tang Clan

Davis Sanchez-Shields - "When Doves Cry"- Prince

Marisol Huerta- "Marisol"- Juan Gabriel

Cari Lee Trujillo- "A Gatas"- Gloria Trevi

#towishimpossiblethingsbook #to wish impossible things #indie author #latino #mexican american #latina author #women writers #queer writers #queer story #my ocs are my children #my ocs <3 #my ocs #original character #my characters #writing inspiration #writing inspo

[seulszn]

Listen I love TLOU and the fandom very much but a lot of people (not calling anybody out) need a reality check and need to grow up. I wanna say my two cents on things that bother me in this fandom.

1. Boycotting for Palestine

I have seen multiple times on multiple occasions where people would sit on their phone and complain about why writers are “flooding the tags with this boycotting bullshit” and honestly all I have to say is your super childish you can’t take a hour or a week out of your day to raise awareness on a important topic that is affecting millions of people? Your so horny so down bad for pixelated characters that you don’t care about the innocent children, women and men that are dying in Palestine? The boycotting isn’t gonna stop just because you want your needs filled, the boycotting isn’t going to stop because you think it needs to, it’s not gonna stop until Palestine is free. And if you wanna read things that bad then read nobody is stoping you but a take into ignition that if a writer is spreading awareness then don’t be ignorant and say stupid shit

2. Less Sex and more angst or other genres.

Listen I love Abby and Ellie just like everyone else and I read a lot of smut about them but does that all y’all see when y’all look at them? As sex objects? Like I’m not saying that you should stop writing smut for those characters but write other things to that don’t involve smut, like angst I see a lot of people under that tag say how they wish writers would as write other things that isn’t just smut and majority of the time when they say that they get hated for it. It lowkey gets boring reading fanfics where the whole plot is smut, smut, smut. And again I’m not saying to stop writing smut but please for the love of whatever you believe in write other genres.

3. Black inclusivity

As a black writer and a black person TLOU tag isn’t inclusive enough. I know you must be thinking “Why are we speaking about this again?” Because I’m honestly so tired of how uninclusive the fandom is like I said before Ellie dates WOC if you don’t know what WOC is it’s Women Of Color all of Ellie’s girlfriends where WOC now I’m not saying you can’t write for Ellie as a white person and I’m not saying that never did all I am saying is once again all of Ellie’s girlfriend where POC

Riley was a Black African American who Dated Ellie

Cat the girl who wasn’t mentioned alot but is in the game is Asian American who also dated Ellie

Dina is a Jewish (Mexican, Middle Eastern ) American who dated Ellie

Also yes we know when the reader is white coded so don’t try a put that you don’t mention when race mentioned cause you do and we can tell when you do “She’s Petite and cute with her long blonde hair” or whatever you bitches be saying we know when you guys aren’t inclusive the whole point of fanfiction writing is to be inclusive is to make sure that readers can see themself in your xreader so if your putting all these “white things and then labeling your story as “the readers race is not mentioned” or that OC stuff that y’all do then just label the story as a white reader or a OC reader

4. Futa, trans and masc

Now here I’m gonna discuss two or three things starting off with Futa and Trans. Now I don’t know when “Futa” or “Trans” Ellie and Abby came from but a lot of you readers need to understand and learn the difference between the two because they are both very different things.

Futanari: is the Japanese word for hermaphroditism, which is also used in a broader sense for androgyny. Beyond Japan, the term has come to be used to describe a commonly pornographic genre of eroge, manga, and anime, which includes characters that show primary sexual characteristics from both females and males. In today's language, it refers almost exclusively to characters who have an overall feminine body, but have both female and male primary genitalia (although a scrotum is not always present, while breasts, a penis, and a vulva are). The term is also often abbreviated as futa(s), which is also used as a generalized term for the works themselves.

Transgender (often shortened to trans) is someone whose gender identity differs from that typically associated with the sex they were assigned at birth. Some transgender people who desire medical assistance to transition from one sex to another identify as transsexual. Transgender is also an umbrella term; in addition to including people whose gender identity is the opposite of their assigned sex (trans men and trans women), it may also include people who are non-binary or genderqueer. Other definitions of transgender also include people who belong to a third gender, or else conceptualize transgender people as a third gender. The term may also include cross-dressers or drag kings and drag queens in some contexts. The term transgender does not have a universally accepted definition, including among researchers.

Mind you I am not transgender I am nonbinary but I see a lot of transgender people speak up about how offensive it is to write a character as Transgender but it’s not really transgender but a Futanari remember a Futa is a character who is assigned a gender at birth but just has extra sexual parts like a penis.

Now another thing that bothers me is how y’all Masculinize Masc Lesbians as if they still aren’t women themselves like every time I read a fanfic with Ellie or Abby or even Vi and Sevika from Arcane you guys like to ignore they fact that they are also women themselves like it’s not gonna kill you to give those characters feminine compliments there shouldn’t be a reason why your calling these women “handsome” or other Masculine compliments and also a lot of Masculine women where makeup it’s not just a feminine woman thing. Masc Lesbians are women they aren’t men so stop treating them as if they are men and ignoring the fact that they are women

5. the Innocent childish reader gotta stop.

They title says enough I don’t think I need to say too much but a lot of y’all get innocent and corruption mixed up but a corruption kink is When you find the idea of "corrupting" someone, mostly in a sexual way, like taking virginities or introducing people to stuff like bdsm etc. It's the idea of having someone "pure" do "bad" things under your influence. And innocent is not corrupted or tainted with evil or unpleasant emotion; sinless; pure. not guilty of a particular crime; blameless. (From the dictionary)

Y’all need to understand yes not everyone knows what sex is but everyone knows what a vagina is what a penis is, what a orgasm is and what sex is but they may not knows what happens when you have sex so making the reader what y’all call innocent isn’t innocent it’s honestly to me perverted cause the only one who would say something like “my cunny feels weird 🥺” or that “what is sex 🥺” is a child. Children don’t know what sex is children don’t know what pleasure or orgasms is and when y’all say “the reader is a Bimbo” is also funny cause Bimbos know what sex is as well yes they may be stupid but they aren’t slow so before you make a innocent reader please think “am I making my reader act like a child or am I gonna make her really innocent like how regular grown ass adults act?” so don't get not knowing and "innocent" mixed up

6. The stories where they have sex inside a church also gotta stop

Now I’m not a Christian but these stories are honestly really bad and are Blasphemy a lot of people have come out and said that they don’t like the fact that people are writing stories about church in a sexual way like their shouldn’t be any reason why your characters are fucking inside a church, that’s like stomping on someone’s dead grave. You guys do shit like this and then wonder why Christian’s don’t like us. Religion isn’t something to be sexualized it’s not something to be playing with either this idc how much you hate Christianity you can be a Atheist, or Catholic or Jewish but please for the love of whatever you believe in don’t sexualize people’s religion.

That’s all I can think of at the moment if I think of more I’ll of course make a part two to this but don’t take anything I said here to heart it’s just my blunt honest opinion on things in this fandom and if I get hate for this 🤷🏾‍♀️

#bellaxellie #☆— mj speaks #ellie williams #the last of us #tlou2 #abby anderson #ellie tlou #abby anderson x reader #free palestine #tlou #some of y’all need to see this #ellie x black!reader #abby x black reader #tlou part 2 #masc lesbian #abby the last of us #abby anderson x y/n #abby x reader #sevika x reader #arcane vi x reader #ellie x blk!reader #black tumblr #black xreader #ellie william x reader #ellie williams x y/n #ellie williams x female reader #ellie williams fluff

[joonberriess]

y’all there’s this Netflix show (it’s a mexican thriller) where the girl goes outta town with her bestie n said girl had like issues with her husband bc she thinks he’s cheating but anyways idk hOW but she ends up fucking this dude and GOD ITS HOT, said dude is younger than her and like she ends up meeting him in her fuckin classroom after their little hook up over the weekend or whatever and like there’s this scene where her car breaks down and he happens to own a car shop so he offers to fix it for her and UGH IT ENDS IN THEM FUCKIN AND IM ABOUT TO WRITE AN AU BASED OFF THAT. milf!oc with college boy!jk lmao, also the show is called “oscuros deseos” — dark desire(s)

[dreamingofbucky]

INESCAPABLE | MIGUEL O'HARA x F!READER MASTERLIST

the official masterlist to the small series!

(header by me, created on canva with pictures from Pinterest)

blurb: Miguel O’Hara is inescapable. In all areas of your life. What was once a chance meeting with the very handsome man, turned into many. You can’t help but keep thinking about him. Until things fell flat and you made it your mission to never see him again. 

It doesn’t help that starting your new job at Alchemax, you find out he’s your coworker. But he’s anything from the same man you connected with weeks ago. He’s brass, overwhelming, grumpy, and doesn’t care for any of your input or ideas. He doesn’t even seem to remember you.

Matter of factly, he hates you. And you hate him. 

tags/warnings (will updates as we go): strangers to enemies to lovers, slow burn until it isn't, he's an ass, grumpy x grumpy, smut, feral and deranged miguel (i said what i said), all the smut warnings I'll update as we go, fluffy, cuddles, spiderman exists, and this writer is unhinged for this man so let her write what she wants.

Chapter Outline: - chapter one - chapter two 🌶️ - chapter three - chapter four (coming june 26-30)

OTHER LINKS: -spotify playlist

authors note: The F!Reader will understand Spanish (I'm so used to writing OC's on here/wattpad that writing Reader fics is a challenge for me but I'm very excited nonetheless). I am Mexican American and very excited to have them bicker and fuck in Spanish (when the time comes). No cheesy Spanish nicknames will be used in the first parts of the story, sorry. They'll be used more frequently when Miguel is less of an ass so the nicknames hold more meaning. I can't wait for him to fall apart for Reader.

Disfrutas

#miguel o’hara x you #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o'hara #miguel o’hara smut #miguel spiderman #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara atsv #dreamingofbuckyfics

[thisreadswhatever]

Anything For The Club: Part Six

Will you betray Jax to protect The Club?

series masterlist

[description]: jax teller x female reader, reader x oc characters

[wordcount]: 3.2k+

[series cw]: 18+, female reader, swearing, sexual harassment/assault (non-canon characters), alcohol use, mix of fluff, smut and angst throughout, p in v sex, teasing, violence, gun use, mentions of blood, murder, blackmail

[authors note]: and that’s the end! hope you enjoyed this as much as i did writing it :)

“Assume you’re used to riding shotgun”, The President asked as he handed you a black helmet. 

You put it on and straddled yourself along the back of his bike. “Not usually in heels.” 

Realisation of the betrayal you were committing was crushing you. Here you were, sat on another man’s bike, about to ride off into nowhere so he could do god knows what to you. The guilt weighed on your chest as you gripped The President's waist from behind. You reminded yourself the reason you were doing this, Protect The Club. Protect Jax. 

“First time for everything, sweetheart.”

He kicked the bike alive, it roaring fiercely as he rode out of the parking lot. 

The journey was short. He pulled into a motel lot two blocks up the road. It was a quiet and dingy motel, known for its drug hookups and escorts. The exact kind of place you used to work before you had agreed with Jax to run Diosa. Jax didn’t like sharing, you were his and that was vital to him. You’d agreed that you’d both be entirely faithful to one another there on out, and you knew after this, he’d never forgive you. 

“Classy.” You muttered as you pulled the helmet off your head. 

“Ain’t gonna matter where you are once I’m inside you, sweetheart.” 

“Yeah, sure.” 

He placed the bike on its kickstand, and you followed as he made his way across the car park, up a flight of stairs and to room numbered 208. The curtains were already closed on the outside. He grabbed a yellow key card out from his back pocket, unlocking the door. 

You stalked your way inside the room, hearing the bolt echo behind you as he secured the latch on the door. 

The room was a simple, one large crimson bed centered between wooden side tables, home to two outdated lamps and a dusty bible. The President wandered straight to the mattress, sitting along the edge. He placed the manilla envelope on the side table closest to him before he pulled his cutte off. He slapped the mattress, coaxing you to sit beside him. Across from the front door was a bathroom that you immediately streamlined for. “I’m just gonna freshen up.” 

He laid back falling flat across the bed, “don’t leave me waitin’.” 

You closed the door behind you, sighing of relief for the brief moment alone. You looked at yourself in the mirror above the sink. It was cracked slightly along the edge, distorting the image in front of you. You turned the tap, letting the water run. The sound of the streaming fossett was soothing, and you closed your eyes with your hands clutching the sink, trying to overcome the sickness you felt burning through your stomach. You wanted to vomit. You took your jacket off, thrusting it to the floor, trying to breathe as you struggled for air. You’d never had a panic attack before but you imagined this is what it felt like. 

He’s got you right where he wanted, you told yourself. Alone in a motel and not a soul knows you’re here. You searched your jacket for your phone, before remembering you left it in the car at the diner. Calling for help was out of the equation. Your chest was tight, the sound of your heart thudding engulfing your ears as you tried to gasp for air. 

You didn’t have a phone, but you did have the gun. You could go out there and shoot him, take the envelope and run for the hills. And potentially start a gang war by killing The President of another crew, one that’s associated with the Mexican cartels. Dumb idea. 

Your last option, just give him what he wants, get the photos, and be done. You’d already made it this far. The guy was hardly the worst looking man on the planet. He was monstrous and crass but it would be a sacrifice of a moment compared to the loss of everything Jax knew. 

You let the water run through your fingers before you turned it off. You pulled your hair to the side of your neck, the cold water on your hands dripping down your skin. You can do this, you tried to convince yourself. Protect The Club. Protect Jax. You were going to have to break his heart, to save his club.

You heard a knock on the door at the same time it abruptly opened, not giving you any chance to respond. 

“I said don’t keep me waitin’, little lady.” 

“Just had to pull myself together.”

He crept towards you, and you instinctively turned into him, your back pressing into the sink behind you. 

“I can help you out.” 

His hands found your hair, clutching at the root as he pulled your head back. Your hands were grasping the edges of the porcelain, as he brought himself against your body, pressing his lower half into you. You were unable to move. He held you there, watching your face, taking in the sight of you completely at his disposal. 

Tears welled in your eyes, unable to be forced back this time, and they began to stream from your face. You realised at this moment that you couldn’t do it. You couldn’t force yourself to want this man. He placed a hand on your cheek, wiping away the drops with his thumb. 

“You look so pretty when you cry.” 

He pressed his face into yours, kissing you viciously. His tongue tangled against your lips as it searched for entry, but failed as you kept your mouth forced shut. He pulled your head back again by your hair, staring into your eyes. His eyebrows raised as he watched you sobbing, furious from your apprehension.

“I’m not gonna fuck a corpse. You better give me something back.” 

His hand released from your hair as he brought them down to your waist, pulling you from the sink. You stumbled against him, trying to find your balance. You wanted more time, a chance to think or just pause this from happening, to try and find a way out. 

You forced yourself to find his lips, kissing him back. You entwined your fingers through his hair, hoping you could sell the facade that you wanted him too. A smile formed at the corner of his mouth while yours did all the work. 

He seemed to relax before you pulled away, “should we go to the bed?” 

“Fuck the bed. I want you here.” 

He dragged the hem of your dress to expose your underwear, pulling you tight to his body by your ass. You squirmed at the feel of his hands on you this way, but tried to play calm to control the situation. 

Your heel tangled into your jacket beneath you, and you could feel your gun was right under your feet. You kissed him again while he palmed at your backside, dragging his fingers under the fabric of your panties. You lowered your hands down his frame, leading them to his jeans, rubbing against his erection. You crouched down to your knees, your eyes never leaving his. 

He groaned aloud as he watched you undo his belt buckle, your face parallel with his dick. “I knew you wanted this, little slut.” 

You ignored his degradation, and carried on feeling him with your hands. His head fell backwards, and just as his eyes left yours, you began to press your mouth against his cock, gnawing at the hard membrane covered in denim. Your mouth continued to distract him, as you searched the floor with your free hand, desperate to find the gun in your jacket pocket. 

Just as your hand reached the metal piece, your fingers twisting along the handle, The President looked down at you. 

“The fuck you think you’re doing?” 

You pulled the piece from the jacket, aiming it up at his chest. “Back the fuck up. Now.”

He chuckled at your advance, looking at the gun point towards him as he slowly stepped backwards. 

“Maybe you ain’t so smart.”

He backed through the doorway as you stood, continuing to aim the gun. He reached the bed, sitting upright on the edge, his jeans draped around his thighs. He smirked at you, looking directly down the barrel. “We had a deal, little lady.” 

You gripped the gun tighter, “I’m not your fucking lady.” 

A chuckle escaped his teeth, “You really do need my dick in that dirty mouth of yours.” You paced towards the side table, holding your aim on him as you walked. You kept your focus on his face as you reached for the envelope. “You got any idea what you're starting?” 

You placed the envelope under your arm, grasping the gun with both hands again, edging yourself further from the bed, until you were backed against the far wall of the room. 

“Nothing I’m not prepared to finish.” 

He held his arms out wide, taunting you. “I got a long list of enemies who would do anything for the shot you got right now.”

“I don’t want to kill you, asshole.

I want to leave this room, and pretend I never met you. I want you to leave my Club the fuck alone. I want to go back to my life before you existed.”

He closed his arms, and stood up slowly, pulling up his jeans and clasping his belt buckle back together. “Then I guess you better kill me.”

You readjusted the gun in front of you, “sit back down!” 

He ignored you, continuing to pace forward, step by step. “I can see why he picked you as his old lady. Got looks and balls.” 

“I said I don’t want to kill you, asshole. Not that I won’t.” 

He grinned, reaching for you, extending his arms out. “Don’t be like that, baby.” 

He was inches from you again, his chest now pressed against the barrel. You pushed it into him further, “I fucking mean it. Back the fuck up!” 

He didn’t waiver. “Drop the gun, sweetheart.” 

You pulled the trigger. 

The sound of the gun jamming rang through your ears, and you stared at him wide eyed. He slammed the gun from your hand, the metal flinging across the room. He grabbed your wrists, pinning them to the wall behind you, the envelope under your arms falling to the ground, images of The Club spreading across the carpet beneath your feet. He pushed you with force against the wall, crushing your wrists in his grasp. 

He spoke low into your ear, “No more choices.”

You tried to retreat, but the weight from his body engulfed you, making it impossible for you to move. The stubble of his beard scraped against your skin as his mouth moved against your neck. You screamed for him to stop, but the pleas fell on deaf ears, seeming to entice him further. His body was entrapping you against the wall so harshly that his hands could move freely, creeping their way under your dress as he tore at the seams, ripping it open. You recalled how it felt to be trapped by this man that first night you met at Diosa, and you knew now that had the eyes of the entire lobby not been present, this would’ve been your fate then. You closed your eyes, giving up the fight. 

Suddenly he stopped, interrupted by a repeated banging on the door.

“Y/n?” 

“Jax! Jax! I’m in-”, his hand slapped against your mouth. You bit the skin as hard as you could, but he didn’t release. Instead he plowed your body into the ground, laying over you as you crumbled to the floor, crushing you into the gap between the wall and bed.

He stared into your eyes as he held your mouth shut, whispering to you through his clenched teeth.

“Shut the fuck up or I’ll kill you with my bare hands.” 

Tears streamed as your muffled screams paused. You clutched his hand against your mouth, trying to pry it from your face. You could only listen as Jax repeatedly thrust his entire weight against the wood of the door, the metal latch bulking under the pressure. The bolt gave in, and the door flew open. 

“Jesus-” Jax was armed and reeling as he looked around the room. Your jacket, the gun and the images strung out across the motel room. 

Your mouth was released from his grip as he pulled you by your hair. You winced at the pain, trying to find your footing as you stood up. He held you there like a prize, showing off your exposed and broken frame, tears pouring down your face. Jax’s core was stiff, glaring at The President with a look you hadn’t ever seen from him before. 

His jaw flexed as he put his gun back into his cutte, speaking slowly through his gritted teeth. 

“Get your hands off her.”

Your blackmailer smiled, his hands twisting further into your hair. “We were only just getting started.” His hands never left you, taunting Jax further. He looked at you up and down, licking his lips before turning back to Jax. “You got a good one here, Pres.”

“You got one more chance. Then I’m done talking.”

He pulled your hair back further, and you swayed as your balance was rocked.

“Oh, relax. Only wanted to try out the slut for myself.” 

That was it, Jax lunged for him. Any restriction of his fury was completely unleashed, as he stormed across the room, grabbing The President by the head, slamming it against the wall. You were finally released from his grasp, and threw yourself across the bed, rolling onto the other side of the room. 

You watched as they fought against the motel floor, Jax on top of him, repeatedly smashing his head into the carpet with all his strength. The bangs against the upstairs floor rocked the supports beneath it, thudding as Jax gasped from the repeated exertion. The President heaved his elbow into Jax’s stomach, and he fell backwards sitting upright, his back slamming against the side table. The table lamp crashed to the floor as Jax launched himself back into the President, crumbling him again. Jax was on top of the President, pounding his fists into his face repeatedly. He smiled at Jax, showing his bloody teeth as he took the beating. 

But he didn’t let up, he continued to crush into him, his elbow dropping against his flesh, further forcing his face further into the carpet. Jax’s fists rammed into his face, for what felt like eternity, as blood poured from The President’s nose and mouth. 

The President reached beneath him, grabbing a knife from the sheath that hung from his jeans. He sliced into Jax’s leg, and he screamed out in agony, making you flinch. Jax dropped his knee onto The President’s hand, crushing the knife out of his grasp. 

His leg was bleeding through his jeans, but he didn’t stop. You watched as he endlessly beat the President into nothing, pure rage fueling his hands forward. Blood sprayed from the open wounds of his face onto the wall beside the bed frame, covering the floor and Jax too. Only once The President stopped moving, the groans from his mouth silencing, did Jax stop. 

He was on top of him when he glanced at you, hiding in the corner of the room, your dress tore to shreds and tears streaming down your face. 

He crawled off of The President’s lifeless body, crouching towards you. He wrapped you in his arms, and the relief of feeling Jax holding you again turned your tears into sobs. 

“You okay?”

“I’m so- sorry-”

“Shhh. Darlin’ you got nothing to be sorry for.”

He cupped your face in his bloody hands, his rings glistening red from the liquid. His eyes matched yours, water pooling at the lids. 

“Did he hurt you?”

You shook your head. “A few minutes later and he-”, you couldn’t continue as the sobs poured from your chest. He didn’t need you to say anymore. He hugged you tight against him as he stroked your hair, soothing your wimpers into submission. You looked up at him as he wiped the tears from your face.

“I had no choice- he was going to rat- he had proof-”

“I know, darlin’. Nero told me everything.”

“He did? But how did you find me?”

“Your car was still at the diner but you weren’t there. I didn’t know what to think-” he flinched at the memory. “I just kept riding, then I saw the bike parked outside the motel. I was checking rooms and then I heard you scream-” You kissed him before he could continue. His hands stroked the back of your head, “I’m here now, darlin. It’s okay.” 

“He’s the President of another club.” You wanted to look at the carnage but you couldn’t bring yourself away from Jax’s face. 

He took a deep breath, looking up from you to the body laying in a pool of blood across the motel floor. His body tensed as anger filled him again, his tongue pressing against the bottom of his mouth as it straightened into a hard line. “He’s nothing now.” 

You sat up from Jax’s arms, watching him as he stared at The President, his eyes shifting from care and sorrow and  morphing into pure rage once again. “They’re all done. Nobody is ever gonna hurt you again. You’re mine and anyone who touches you- they’re as dead as that guy and everyone that’s ever associated with him.” 

He shifted onto his knee as he stood up, taking off his cutte. He removed the black SAMCRO t-shirt he had on and handed it to you, before putting his hoodie and cutte back on himself again. You placed the t-shirt over your ripped dress, and stood up alongside him. Jax walked over towards The President’s body, collecting the printed photographs that surrounded him on the floor. He flicked through the pictures, scoffing at the evidence.

“This prick’s been trailing us for weeks. These are from a run two months ago.” He carried the stack into the bathroom as he examined the images, before igniting the corners with his lighter, leaving them to burn in the sink. He watched as the flames turned the paper into ash. “Are there more of these?” 

You shrugged your shoulders, “he said this was all he had.” 

Jax picked your jacket off the bathroom floor. He walked back to you, draping it over your shoulders. “Doesn’t even matter. His crew is good as dust.” 

You kneeled to the ground, reaching under the bed for the jammed gun. Jax looked at the weapon in your hands, “Did you try to use it?” 

You handed the metal piece to him, “piece of shit jammed.” 

He hugged you again, wrapping his arms around you. “That’s my girl. Least I got to pummel the cunt to death myself.” He placed the gun into his holder. “Let’s get you home.” Jax held your waist as you both headed for the door. 

“Jax?” 

He looked down at you, “you okay darlin’?” 

Your eyes peered back at the bloodied mess that had unfolded on the motel room floor.

“Maybe we should call that cleanup guy you know.” 

Jax smiled, kissing you reassuringly on the side of your head as you walked together. “I’m on it.”  

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