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catierambles · 6 months

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Alternate Instincts Ch.8

Pairing: The Rogue’s Gallery (Geralt, Syverson, Mike, August Walker, Walter Marshall) x Stephanie Daniels (OFC)

WC 1147

Warning: Smutty smutty smut smut smut

It was Who Knows o’clock when she woke up, disentangling herself from Walter who only tried to pull her closer again.

“I gotta go to the bathroom.” She said and he grumbled but released her, letting her get out of bed. Leaving the bedroom, she walked down the hall to the bathroom. After doing her business and washing her hands, she left and nearly jumped out of her skin as August was standing in the hallway as if waiting for her. “You have got to stop doing that.”

“Geralt told me the Council said you're staying put.” He said and she nodded.

“You'll have to deal with me until Jordan is taken care of.” She said, “I'll stay out of your way, you won't even notice I'm here.”

“I doubt that.” He said and she stared at him a moment before sighing, going to move around him in the hall, but stopped.

“August, I get that me being your Mate isn't your ideal, but don't be a dick about it. You think I chose this? You think I did this on purpose? I had about as much control over it as you did, less so, even. I'll tell you what I told the others: I'm not holding you to the whole Mate thing. You can do whatever you want to whoever you want. None of my business or concern. You don't like that I'm your Mate? Okay, fine. When this is all over, you never have to see me again. In the meantime, stop being a raging asshole to me over something I had no control over. Fuckhead.” He didn't say anything the entire time she spoke, just stared down at her. “Whatever. Goodnight.” She went to leave but he grabbed her arm, pulling her back. “What?”

“I don't want anyone else.”

“Well you sure as shit don't want me.” Stephanie said, pulling her arm out of his grasp, “So I guess be okay with being alone.”

“I never said that.”

“You didn't have to.”

“Do you want me?”

“What?” She asked and he backed her against the wall quickly, making her gasp.

“Do. You. Want. Me.” He asked, looking down at her.

“August, I--”

“Answer the question, Stephanie.” He said and she stared up at him for a moment.

“Yes.” She said quietly, her voice barely above a whisper. Holding the back of her neck, he kissed her, hard, pushing his tongue into her mouth and pulling her closer. Sliding his hand under shirt, he palmed her breast, his thumb moving over the peak and making her whimper into his mouth.

“Are you taking birth control?” He asked when he pulled away.

“Something like that.” She said and he gave her a questioning look, “I'll explain later, but the short answer is I can't have kids.”

“Okay.” He said and picked her up, her legs wrapping around his waist and he carried her into his room. August nearly threw her down on the bed, pulling his shirt over his head and throwing it aside before he laid over her, taking her mouth again in a dominating kiss. Her hands held his cheeks, nails moving through the heavy stubble covering his jaw and they broke apart only long enough for him to pull her shirt over her head, throwing it aside as well before his mouth went to her chest, taking the tip of one breast between his lips, a shiver racing down his spine as her fingers moved through his hair. “So sweet.” He whispered before he kissed her again, barely noticing as her hand wrapped around his bicep, her leg sliding over his thigh. With a push, he was on his back and she sat up on his hips and his hands went to her thighs as she leaned over him, kissing him and running her fingers through his hair.

Sliding his hands to her back, he pushed them over her skin, easing her shorts down and taking handfuls of her ass, squeezing and making her whimper again.

“Fucking love that sound.” He said and she giggled, her head darting under his jaw to run her tongue along his neck. August hissed as she bit down, his eyes rolling back as she sucked on his skin, marking him as hers. Rolling, she was under him again and he pulled her shorts down and off along with her small clothes, standing from the bed to look down at her nude on his blankets, the sight making his lips part. Pushing his sleep pants down, he kicked them away, taking himself in his hand and stroking slowly at the way her eyes moved over him. Wrapping his hands around her waist, he flipped her onto her stomach easily, grabbing one of his pillows and putting it under her hips.

His palms moving over her thighs and back made her gasp, and she pushed back against him as he eased two fingers into her, pumping them slowly, moving them inside her.

“Fuck, August, yes.” Stephanie whispered and his tongue took the place of his fingers as he buried his mouth in her, lapping at her slowly.

“So fucking sweet.” He said, sealing his lips around her clit and sucking, a short sound leaving her lips. Her arousal coated his tongue, the taste of her need for him filling his mouth and he stood, leaning over her, bracing himself with a hand pressed next to her shoulder. Aligning them briefly, he pushed into her slowly, a groan shaking his chest as he was enveloped in tight, wet heat. His knees kept hers together as he started to move, rocking into her, every sound she made with every push of his hips driving him further and faster.

Her fingers curled in his blankets in a white knuckle grip and he grabbed her chin with one hand, turning her face to him and kissing her, pressing his forehead to her temple, watching as her eyes rolled back behind her lids.

“Do I feel good, Mate?” He asked and she nodded. “Say it.”

“You feel good.”

“Be specific. What feels good?”

“Your cock feels so good.”

“That's my good girl.” He held her hip, his snapping her into ass, “That's my good fucking girl. My perfect Mate. Fuck you feel so good. Like this pussy was made for me.” She started rocking back against him, chasing her release and he pressed a hand between her shoulders, keeping her against the blankets as he drove them higher and higher. She came suddenly with a cry, pushing back flush against him, taking him fully as she pulsed around him. His hips slowed, easing her through her orgasm before they stopped buried deep inside her.

“You--you didn't--”

“Oh, Stephanie,” August said, leaning over and pressing his lips to her shoulder, “I'm going to show you what it means to be the Mate of a wolf.”

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charmingsoa · 3 months

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✶ Where the Wild Things Are: Prequel ✶ ■ 1960s Sons of Anarchy story ■

⌃ Jax Teller/ OC x Thomas Teller/OC ⌃

Warning: Please read with caution. This story will include: drug use, physical, verbal, and sexual abuse. miscarriages, sexual content, alcohol use, homicide, cursing, etc. ★ If You would like to be tagged in future updates, simply leave your username in the comments.

When I look back on my life – I often wonder if I made the right choices when I was younger. I obviously got to my place in life because of what happened all those years ago in California. Hell, there were times when I didn’t even think I would make it out alive. Growing up, my parents were very strict – almost authoritarian. My father had fought for his country in WWII and my mother was your typical housewife. The picture-perfect look was what they strived for – putting my brothers and I in whatever activities they could. There were structured rules that were drilled into our heads from day one.

No elbows on the table Respect your parents and your elders Girls and woman are to bow down to menfolk and do what they’re told. Women are forbidden to wear pants or short skirts. Girls can attend secondary school but will not be allowed to attend college. Marriage, motherhood, and the act of obeying your husband is the most important role in a woman’s life.

I distinctly remember my father telling me that if I wanted to dress like a whore, I can plant myself on the side of the highway and start making a living for myself. I spent most of my childhood bowing down to everything my father said. He instilled that fear in me as a young girl – always being on the back end of his belt or switch if I was “bad” enough. I was the only daughter – I needed to be picture perfect and like a doll. My mother would stand idly by as he inflicted his abuse on me – only doing so because he loved and cared about me.

Total bullshit if you ask me.

I guess you can say with all the structure and ruling that fell at the hand of my father – you wouldn’t be surprised to hear that I rebelled. Starting at the early age of 13, I snuck out of the house to meet the boys from the wrong sides of the tracks. We would listen to the devil’s music as my father called it – getting high as kites. My flower-patterned dress would be hiked up above my waist – my legs wrapped tightly around the guy’s hips – as they pounded into me. My mother always preached that a girl should stay pure until the night of their wedding -giving the gift of virginity to their awaiting husband.

I lost that gift behind the First Methodist Church to a kid three grades ahead of me. It was meaningless and hurt like hell, but after that I couldn’t get enough.

By the time I hit 16, I had fucked half the senior class. I gained a reputation as the 10th grade slut – willing to do anything and anyone. Now, was this true – partially. I didn’t care if you were the ugliest guy in class – if you had a dick then I was ready and willing. I was never one to seek the guys out first. They would come to me and a couple minutes later they would be making me cum. There were rumors that I was a child prostitute – my parents were less than thrilled to hear that be brought up during a meeting with the principal.

At that point, I was pulled out of the school and sent to an all-girls catholic school about 45 minutes from home. My father made sure to drive me every day and would stay on the premises until school was over. Even if I wanted to ditch class and run away, Roy Landry was watching like a fucking hawk. I managed to mellow out a little once I graduated high school – I guess being locked up like Rapunzel will do that to people. I wasn’t allowed to go to prom – parties thrown by the other girls - I was isolated in my room. While my brothers were living their lives, I was stuck watching Walter Cronkite on the CBS Evening News with Brenda and Roy ever night.

I’m sure you’re trying to figure out where I’m going with all this information – I swear it’s important given the truth you’re about to hear.

A girl who hitchhiked all the way to California- fell in love with two brothers who despised each other – watching as they both fell into the pits of hell by creating the most dangerous motorcycle gang in Northern Cali – my story has to start somewhere, right?

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raccoon-eyed-rebel · 1 year

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Cappuccino

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A/N: Our very own, lovely @geralts-yenn gave me the idea for barista!Mike, and this little fluffy idea wormed its way out of my brain... Enjoy!

Pairing: barista!Mike (Hellraiser) x reader (you)

Summary: The first time you don't get what you ordered is an accident, but what about all those times after that?

Word count: 2.8k

Warnings: Mike messing with someone's drink order - which is a dick move, but this is fiction. Don't do this IRL though, it's literally the worst.

@deandoesthingstome @keanureevesisbae @fvckinghenrycavill @ellethespaceunicorn @peaches1958 @sillyrabbit81 @peyton-warren @summersong69 @mayloma @livisss

“Something wrong?” The guy behind the counter doesn’t meet your gaze. Instead, he looks away. It’s almost as if he’s... shy.

“Yeah,” you laugh. You’re not exactly super comfy with this situation, either, and you turn your eyes to the name tag on his apron. Mike. “I’m ninety-ish percent sure I ordered oat milk?” Now he looks up at you, and you look back. He has gorgeous eyes. They’re blue, with a little spec of brown in the left one. Not that the rest of him disappoints. Tall, dark hair, strong features. Killer smile. Sharp canines, kinda look like little fangs, would probably feel nice when biting down on your... Right, moving on. What were you doing again? Right. Ninety percent sure you ordered oat milk. Alright, eighty percent. Steadily moving towards seventy, actually.

“Shit, I missed that!” he says, almost knocking a carton of whatever off the counter. “Are you allergic? Please tell me I didn’t just almost kill you or something, that would be a shame! I mean... Oh, forget it.”

“No,” you laugh, “no allergies, don’t worry. I just prefer the taste. There’s actually a solid chance I didn’t even mention the oat milk.”

“Oh, thank fu-, eh... Thank god! You had me worried there for a second, Sweetcheeks!” His laugh is sweet but dark, and the way he bites his bottom lip has you swooning. “I’ll make you a new one, though. Cappuccino, right?”

You like watching him work. He’s tall enough that when he turns around to the coffee machine, you can see his butt. It’s cute. Very cute.

“Do you want this one to go?” he asks when he’s done.

“Eh, no, I-I can stay a bit longer.” You say it as if you’re somehow doing him a favor by staying. You’re not. Probably. He doesn’t care about you, he’s just doing his job.

“Cappuccino with oat milk to go?” It’s absolutely pathetic how quickly this coffee shop is becoming your favorite, just because of the cutie behind the counter. Even if that cutie messes up your order every single time. Either he’s not very good at his job – impossible, the grumpy manager never would have kept him on if he was – or he’s doing it on purpose.

You reach out to take the cup Mike holds up to you. Over the past week, you’ve started ordering your drinks in to go cups even though you almost always finish them at your table, just because you want to see those long slender fingers wrapped around that cup. As previously mentioned: absolutely pathetic.

“Shit!” you yell when his fingers touch yours as you take the cup from him, and it startles you so much you don’t actually – y’know – take the cup. “I’m so sorry, it just... slipped.”

“No worries,” Mike says. It really sounds as if he’s completely unbothered by the little accident.

“Mike, clean that up, now,” his manager growls.

“On it, Walter,” Mike says as he cleans the spilled coffee off the counter. Then, he mutters something under his breath about how 'someone should get him a nice cup of chamomile tea to calm the fuck down.’ He smiles at you again. “Don’t mind him.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” It’s not a great conversation, but it’s something. Mike finishes cleaning the counter when Walter shows up next to him.

“Cappuccino with oat milk to go,” Walter says, and he demonstratively puts the cup down on the counter before sliding it over to you. You make the mistake of looking at Mike during the little show, and you both struggle to keep your laughter in.

“See you tomorrow?” Mike asks as you take your cup and get ready to leave – you’re really running late for something today.

“You bet.” As you leave the shop, you miss the whack in the head with the tea towel Mike gets from Walter.

“Cappuccino with oat milk to go,” Walter says before you even open your mouth.

“Add an extra shot, please,” you sigh. Walter smiles at you – weird, he never does that – and tells you your total. He didn’t charge you for the extra shot of espresso. So he’s not a complete jackass?

“Finals coming up, Sweetcheeks?” Mike says.

“Finished my last one this morning!” That also serves as an explanation for why you’re late. “I’m beat!”

“Did it go well, at least?” he says as he hands you your coffee – which you take from him without causing any accidents this time.

“I think so. Now, all I need is some coffee and a book to unwind.”

“Oh! Let me clear that table for you!” Mike paces to the window seat you love. Did he leave those cups there until you got here? No. That’s an absurd idea!

“Thanks, Mikey!” Is he okay with ‘Mikey’? Walter calls him that – or ‘Michael’, when he’s especially annoyed – but what if it’s only okay if he does it?

“More than welcome, Sweetcheeks!” He seems to be okay with it. Besides, you never gave him permission to call you ‘Sweetcheeks’. He gets back to work, while you settle into your sunny little nook with a book and your drink. There’s no way you can focus on reading. Your mind keeps wandering to Mike, and your eyes are drawn to your name on the cup. Walter wrote it, so it has your actual name on it. Mike just puts down ‘Sweetcheeks’ at this point. Do you go up there and demand he changes it? Is that like a cute, dorky little flirty thing or is it dumb and abrasive and way out of line? Oh well. Mike made your coffee, there’s bound to be something actually wrong with your order that’ll give you an excuse to talk to him again.

You take a sip. That’s a double shot cappuccino, alright! Glorious goddamn caffeine, hallelujah! You’re almost disappointed, because it’s exactly what you ordered. Except for that hint of... Hazelnut? Whatever it is, you don’t want to go exchange this, because it’s amazing.

“Hey, is it good?” Mike suddenly asks. He’s standing next to your table, and it feels unusual. Actually, it is unusual. You don’t typically interact without that counter between you.

“It’s great!” you stammer, cursing yourself for your inability to say anything else.

“Good. Eh... Great!” Mike swallows hard and smiles awkwardly.

“What... Eh... What did you do?” He towers over you, but you can’t ask him to sit down, because he’s working. Mike just shuffles his feet nervously. Is he aware of the same issue? Does he just not want to answer your question, or talk to you in general? What if he hates you? Yeah. That’s gotta be it. The guy who calls you ‘Sweetcheeks’ and writes it on your cup with a little heart next to it, and always asks if you’re going to be back tomorrow, and knows your favorite table in the place... He definitely hates you. There’s no other option. You roll your eyes at your own stupid insecurities, before they remind you that there’s a bit of wiggle room between ‘hate you’ and ‘into you’. But oh god you’re into him. So, so fucking into him.

“Hazelnut syrup,” Mike says. “Tiny bit. I... Eh... Do you like it?”

“I really do! I think I might even change my order from here on out!” you answer. “Thank you.”

Both of you turn your head when Walter sighs deeply from behind the counter before Mike can respond to you.

“Mike. Why don’t you take your lunch break first? I’ll go after.” He rolls his eyes and shakes his head before continuing the drink he was making.

“Do you want to join me for a bit?” you ask before you can let your brain talk you out of it.

Mike scrambles for words for a minute. “Eh... Yes! Of course! Would love to. Eh... I’m in need of some coffee, though. Be right back!”

“Do you want me to show you how to make a cappuccino with oat milk?” Marshall suggests. “God knows that knowledge will save this place a small fortune.” You can’t help but chuckle when he says it. There’s no doubt in your mind anymore that Mike isn’t just a very bad barista, he really did mess up your order all those times so you’d come back to talk to him.

“Great offer, but just a regular black coffee will do.” You can hear the smile in his voice, and can’t suppress your own as Mike returns and sits down next to you.

“Hi. So...” he says nervously, “you heard that?”

“He wasn’t whispering, per se,” you chuckle. “It’s not his worst transgression of the day.” You point at the name on your cup. Mike understands immediately and pulls a Sharpie from his pocket to cross it out.

“There, Sweetcheeks,” he says as he turns the cup back so you can see what he wrote down. The cup says ‘Sweetcheeks’ now, with the same little heart and... “Figured it’s about time I give you my number.” Mike shrugs and looks away, his cheeks slightly red. Jesus fucking Christ he’s adorable.

“Ah, I see. There’s one problem.”

“If this is the part where you tell me you’re taken, can you at least wait until the end of my break?” Oh, poor little dork! All you want is to hug him. And give him lots of kisses. Possibly some other thi- Jesus, he’s really messing with your head...

“After all these weeks, that would literally be the rudest fucking thing! I’m single, no worries!” Mike lets his breath escape as soon as you finish your sentence. “The problem is that I’m going to throw that cup away. Do you mind putting that number directly in my phone, please?”

As soon as he’s done and hands you your phone back, you call the number. You sigh with relief when Mike grabs his phone from his pocket and your own number shows on the screen. It’s real.

“If we go out – and I really hope we will,” Mike says, “I have one condition.” From the corner of your eye, you see Walter. He’s been cleaning the corner of the counter that’s closest to you for a suspicious amount of time, clearly overly invested in your budding romance.

“I absolutely want to go out with you. What are your demands?” you reply, genuinely curious about what he has managed to come up with.

“No coffee!” he says. For once, he seems to be dead serious, but after a moment, you both laugh. Deal.

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sillyrabbit81 · 2 years

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The Fallen Wolves Brotherhood - Part Ten

Series Summary: Lori "Babycakes" Tate swore she would never date a biker but when her life is in danger, she is put under the protection of a small club known as The Fallen Wolves Brotherhood. She suddenly finds herself attracted to not one, but five bikers.

A reverse harem, biker AU.

Part Ten Summary: Mike discovers what the other Brothers have been discussing and he and Lori become closer.

Pairing: Captain Syverson x OFC, Walter Marshall x OFC, Mike x OFC, Geralt x OFC, August Walker x OFC

Word Count: Approx. 2.9k

Warnings:

Series Warnings: Reverse harem, age gap (OFC 23, ages range from 23 to mid 40s), oral sex (male and female receiving), unprotected p in v sex, anal sex, group sex, masturbation, praise kink, mentions of body fluids, drug use, recreational drinking, sex work, criminal activities, mention of death, violence, use of weapons, mentions of war, mentions of abuse, angst, fluff, probably a lot more that I will add as they come up.

Part Ten Warnings: Mild smut (mostly kissing), some angst, mention of masturbation (male), a bit of fluff

Authors Note: Thanks as always to my lovely BBFs (Best Beta's forever) @henryobsessed and @nashibirne .

So here is my attempt at a Mike POV. I hope you enjoy it!

Divider made by me. Edited by me, there will be errors.

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It was hard not to watch Sy and Lori say goodbye without a little spike of envy.

Alright, fuck. I was this close from boiling a rabbit level of jealousy.

But I felt bad about that. Really bad. I owed Sy a lot and I hated that it didn’t stop me from still wanting to be with Lori. Standing outside their room last night was fucking torture. It was sheer force of will that stopped me from trying to sneak a look through the tiny slither of light that seeped through a gap in curtains. And nothing I did had stopped my dick from getting hard.

“I don’t know how he hasn’t killed Walker,” I said to Geralt as I forced myself to watch the street like I was supposed to.

He grunted, but said nothing.

“Think he’ll try something, G? Walker I mean.”

He shrugged.

I glanced back at Sy and Lori and they were looking at us.

“What are they talking about?” I wondered out loud.

“He’s telling her that whatever happens when he’s gone won’t change how he feels about her.”

My face scrunched up, how the fuck did he know that? Then what he said sunk in and my jaw dropped. “What the fuck does that mean?”

“It’s hard to take your eyes off her isn’t it?” Geralt asked in that teasing way of his.

“No shit,” I said, tearing my eyes away from them as they started kissing again. “But we should, she's his girl now.”

“Is she?” he asked. “She seems to enjoy the company of us all.”

“Hey, I’m just trying to be friendly. I’m not trying to…” I explained weakly and he raised an eyebrow at me.

“Don’t tell me you haven’t thought about it.”

I felt my cheeks redden. Hell yeah, I thought about it, especially after the shit I heard last night. I thought about it in the shower after my watch and in the morning while pretending to take a dump so Marshall didn’t know what I was doing.

“Thinking about it isn’t the same as doing it,” I grumbled. “Man, this is so fucked up.”

Geralt hummed. “Is it? Are you really surprised that we’d fall for the same woman?”

“We had an agreement. She’s made her choice.”

“Perhaps she isn’t finished choosing.”

“Man, that's fucked up,” I said again. “You’re fucking crazy.”

The sound of Sy’s softail starting made me look back at them. Sy beckoned us with a short jerk of the head.

Geralt lifted his chin to Sy in acknowledgement, but put a hand on my arm. “Think about it. Has Lori being with Sy made you feel any different about her?”

It hadn’t. Not one bit.

“But he’s my Brother,” I protested.

“And you are his.”

“Is this what you, Sy and Marshall have been whispering about?”

Geralt dipped his head. “Makes sense don’t you think?”

I let out a puff of breath. It did. Strangely it really fucking did. “Doesn’t mean it isn’t crazy.”

Geralt chuckled and let me go. “Since when does the Brotherhood care about doing something crazy?”

Lori wiped at silent tears as we approached. Sy took her bag out of his saddlebags and handed it to me. Geralt took her helmet.

“You ridin’ with Marshall?” Sy asked Lori.

“No, ah, Mike actually.”

“Mike,” he barked. “No God damn showin’ off, you hear me?”

“Told you. I’m not allowed to have any fun.” I said, rolling my eyes and putting my arm around Lori’s shoulder.

I froze as I met Sy’s eyes. Fuck, I started to remove my arm but Sy surprised me by gripping my shoulder.

“Take care of her, okay kid?”

For a moment I was 19 again; lost, confused, really fucking stupid, but most of all desperate to have Sy treat me like an adult.

“You know I will,” I said as solemnly as I could.

“I know, li’l Brother,” he said and the way he said it told me that Geralt was right; Sy knew what was going to happen when he was gone… and he was still going.

I let Lori go and put my hand out. Sy took it and drew me into a hug.

He chuckled as he slapped my back. “I don’t know why I keep callin’ ya ‘li’l’.”

“‘Cause you're old as dirt,” I said, cracking a grin.

Sy’s big paw swiped at the back of my head. I tried to duck but the bastard was fast.

“Dick,” I said, grinning as I rubbed my head.

He didn't hit me hard, none of them ever did anymore. It was something they began doing when I first started hanging around and never stopped. The fact I could never duck them was what stung more than anything.

“Can I call you?” Lori asked Sy.

“Best ya don’t,” he said. “I don’t want anyone knowin’ ‘about you. It’s safer for you.”

Sy pulled Lori into another kiss, he held her so tight I thought he’d crush her spine. I suddenly became very interested in the colour of my motorcycle boots.

Eventually he put his helmet on and climbed onto his Softail. He gave the bike a few good revs, nodded at the three of us then rode away.

He didn’t look back.

Lori watched him leave, motionless, even when he had ridden out of sight.

Ah shit.

I glanced at Geralt, shrugging. What the fuck do we do now? He gestured towards Lori motioning to put my arm around her and I nodded.

“C’mon,” I said as gently as I could while I tucked her under my arm.

She sniffed a little then sighed and leaned into me while I guided her to my V-Rod.

“You’re ok, Babycakes.” I whispered, tightening my arm. I tried to think of something nice to say to her. Something that will make her feel better. “He’ll be back before you know it. The rest of us will take good care of you, I promise. And when we get home, if you want, we could hang out. Watch some movies or play a game or something.”

She hummed softly. “What kind of game?”

Fuck, I’m a total idiot. She’s not going to want to play video games and now I’m going to look like a complete dork. I shoved her pack into my saddlebag and tried not to look at G. I knew he’d be laughing at me and he’ll give me shit later.

“Like computer games or something?” she asked. “I’m not really a gamer, but… You could teach me.”

“Yeah, I mean, if you want. We could just watch movies. You know, if you’re bored or whatever,” I tried to smile at her. I knew my face would be bright red.

“Sounds good,” she said.

“Yeah?” My grin became real.

She returned my smile and wiped under her eyes.

“You’re even pretty when you cry,” I told her.

She laughed softly and shook her head. “Thanks Mike.”

Ok, maybe I didn’t completely suck at this.

We rode hard. My forearms were very nearly shot but we were lucky most of the distance was on the highway. It wasn’t as bad for me as the Brothers. They were frequently pulling back, looking for tails or racing ahead to make sure the path was clear. But we barely stopped all day. Just enough time for pee breaks and to scoff down a burger.

Plus I had Lori. I had her pressed up against me, clinging to me, resting her head against my shoulder. She felt so fucking good.

But I couldn’t enjoy it as much as I wanted to. I could tell she was in her head, not feeling it the way I was. And she was quiet. She barely spoke to me or the Brothers. Shit, she barely even looked at any of us. I tried to make her smile again a few times and while I was able to get her to raise the corners of her mouth once or twice, there was no spark in her eyes.

What did we expect after what she’s been through?

It was still daylight when we pulled into the clubhouse. Lori and I stayed in the garage and the Brothers went to clear the buildings.

Like most clubhouses, the compound was in an industrial area on the outskirts of town. It was deceptively larger than you would think when you saw it from the road. It was surrounded by a high wall, razor wire and a second fence, only slightly shorter and it was covered with more wire. There were a few buildings, a couple of sheds, including a large one that served as Geralt’s workshop, a garage for bikes and a few other vehicles we had and the Clubhouse proper.

I started to check my bike while we waited. The breaks in particular. They had felt a little spongy by the end but were probably just overheated. I checked the mileage and saw it was due for an oil change so I lifted it onto a stand, dropped a drip tray beneath it and sat beside the bike while I let the oil run out.

“You guys have a great collection,” Lori said. She was walking past a row of about ten bikes.

“They’re mostly G’s and Sy’s. They're the real bike nuts. The rest of us roll with it cause it's expected I guess.”

“You look like you know your way around the bike though.”

“That’s G,” I told her, “he taught me how to take care of her.”

She smiled so I kept talking. “Marshall taught me how to shoot and tactical stuff.”

“And Walker?”

“He taught me how to turn the money I make into clean money, and how to get the most out of it. That’s how I got this baby.” I patted my bike, and pointed down the long garage to the few cars we had, “And that purple one over there.”

She grinned, “He should have taught you better taste in cars.”

“That's a 1999 Nissan Skyline GTR V-Spec. There’s only like 10 in the whole country. Legally anyway. That’s a fucking great car,” I protested. And expensive, it cost me a quarter of a million dollars.

Lori shrugged. “I prefer a bit of American muscle.”

“Don’t let Marshall hear you say that,” I teased.

She laughed at that. Blushed too. “Well, speaking of American muscle, what did Sy teach you?”

“Respect,” I said honestly.

She stopped laughing.

I turned back to my bike and checked the chain. “He’s a good guy. I don’t know where I’d be if it weren’t for him.”

“He brought you in?”

“Yeah. I was hanging around downtown near this tattoo shop. A friend I went to college with dropped out and started working there. I’d been having some trouble and thought about dropping out too. Anyway, long story, but my grades dropped and I was having trouble paying my tuition but I was too scared to tell my parents. Eventually, I couldn’t afford accommodation and the shop had an apartment over the top which I thought was empty and my friend started sneaking me in sometimes and letting me sleep there. The manager found out and called the boss.”

“Oh shit.”

“Yeah, oh shit. So Sy shows up and I thought, okay, my friend’s going to get fired and I’m going to have the shit kick out of me.”

“My brother would have probably kicked the shit out of both of you.”

“Well, Sy didn’t. He spoke to my friend and once he found out what was going on, he said if I was going to stay, I’d have to earn my keep. Told me to clean and mop the shop, make sure it was tidy. He offered me an apprenticeship after a few months, but I can’t even trace for shit, let alone draw, so that wasn’t happening. He also made me go back to college.”

“So how did you end up here?” she asked, coming to sit beside me.

“I still don’t really know. Sy started picking me up and taking me on little jobs. I guess he was testing me, seeing how I’d react. After a while, he brought me here and G started teaching me about bikes. Apparently I was good at that, so I started working with him instead of at the shop. Later, Marshall started taking me to the range. After I graduated, I was called into Walker’s office and they asked me if I wanted to be a Prospect.”

“So that’s what you do now? Work with Geralt?”

“I have my own shop now. Cars mostly. The guys there work on imports,” I shrugged and grinned at her and she smiled back. “And of course, I do these kinds of jobs with the Brothers.”

“And that's all because of Sy?” Lori shook her head, “He didn’t tell me that.”

“He wouldn't. He’d say I earned it. Or that they only keep me around because they like having a pet idiot.”

She laughed again and I put my arm around her. She leaned her head on my shoulder. My heart started racing, thundering so hard in my chest I thought she must be able to hear it.

I wish I had more experience with girls. It's not that I hadn’t been with girls, but since being around the Brothers, I hadn’t really had to work hard to get them. They seemed to throw themselves at us. More often than not, they were throwing themselves at my Brothers and usually I got what was left. Which was still some top quality pussy I might add. But you could see in their eyes I was interchangeable, I could have been anyone, so I never cared if they felt good, if they enjoyed it. I fucked to get off and that was it.

I wanted Lori to see me, but at the same time, I was terrified she’d hate what she saw. I’d never been with a girl who I actually cared about before and I had no fucking idea what to do. I wanted to do things for her that I have never done for any woman before. And I don't mean that I want to buy her flowers.

She was so out of my league though. Cliche as it is, she wasn’t like the girls I was used to. She was more like the girls I knew in college, the ones who barely looked twice at me, the ones who saw me for what I was; a dumb fucking kid with an attitude problem. I thought I’d left those insecurities behind until Lori showed up.

I wondered what the others would do. Would they just risk it all and kiss her? They’d probably say something that would make her panties drop in two seconds.

I made her laugh, so what? That meant shit compared to what the other guys had to offer. Real experience, real understanding of women, of real, good women, not just the groupies who were attracted to what we represent more than they were attracted to us.

And I was such a fucking loser, asking her if she wanted to play fucking video games like a fucking teenager. So what if I still had a chance with her? I know I’m going to fuck it up at the first opportunity. If I hadn’t done so already. I knew I was headed straight for the friendzone and there wasn’t a fucking thing I could do about it.

“The guys are taking their time,” she said.

“They’ll be watching the cameras as well as doing a physical check of the buildings. Might do an electronic sweep too.”

She nodded. Then reached for my hand and looked up at me. “Thanks for today Mike. I enjoyed riding with you.”

My throat felt dry. God she was so fucking beautiful.

I put my hand on her cheek, her skin was so soft, and warm. “I liked it too.”

She smiled. Really smiled. For the first time since this morning her steel-grey eyes seemed to dance; they looked so bright. I ran my thumb over the curve of her cheek as I licked my lips, and leaned into her slowly, giving her plenty of time to push me away. But she didn’t; she closed her eyes, put her hand on my wrist and let herself be guided to my mouth.

My lips brushed hers gently. She was so soft, her lips were like petals, smooth and silky. My hands shook as I felt the pressure of her returning my kiss. I leaned into her further, parting my mouth, capturing her bottom lip between mine. I wanted to taste her, lap at her mouth until she opened and let me in. But I felt her hand on my chest and she pulled away.

“Mike, I…” “Yeah, sorry, I…” we started talking over each other.

My face burned and I turned away. How could I have been so stupid? But she’d kissed me back hadn't she?

She cupped my cheek in her hand and brought my face back to hers. Then she kissed me, softly, her lips stroking once over mine before she pulled away again.

God, I was so confused. Did she want me to kiss her again or not?

Lori put her head back on my shoulder while her hand found mine and she laced our fingers together. I lifted my chin and rested it on the top of her head. She hummed and squeezed my hand, shimmying closer.

Okay, this was nice. Better than nice. I chilled and put my nose into her hair. She smelled so fucking good; fresh and clean and so very feminine. Alright, maybe this is what I’m missing, these moments. Moments where its not about fucking, but something else. Closeness, intimacy, connection or something?

Yeah… this was good. I liked this.

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Hamildaddies Update

I have finished the first two songs

Alexander Hamilton/These Four Dads, yeah

Aaron Burr, Sir/Put Down That Phone, Son

Lyrics under the cut, pray for me :)

(also a TW for suicide, just in relation to Cern, it’s fleeting and unspecific)

These Four Dads, Yeah

ERIN

How would a vegan, rocker, son of a dick

And a coach dad, dropped in the middle of a forgotten spot

In the forgotten realms, by some guys in purple robed collars

Get out in time for them to play soccer

CERN

An extreme, green, man who's always oh so very keen

Dad to two whack tweens, who steal all his time to clean

Having to stand between

His kids and a naked tree

His crunchy munchiness is all part of his neat routine

SCAM LIKELY

And every day he would pray

his step son wouldn’t cast him away, would this be the day?

He struggled and kept his guard up

Inside he was longing for something to be apart of

The step dad was ready to be, steal, or borrow a father

RATTICUS FINCH

Then a guitar riff played, the Glenn Close Trio reigned

Christmas music now rise, rising from the grave

Put a doobie in his face hole, let it ease his brain

Donning an awesome belt chain, to cover up all the pain

PAEDEN

Well, the word got around, they said ‘damn this guy can coach, man’

Good at doing dishes, the kitchen is his main land

He quit his college education

On tax day he came

These dads, the words gonna know their names

The fuck are they man?

ENSEMBLE

These four dads, yeah

God please help these four dads, yeah

Your heart apart they will quickly tear

If you just wait, if you just wait

WALTER

With their kids they will split, various levels of tear ridden

In a short time they’ll have to find out where they’re hidden

Are they dead? Coping with being sick and brain thick?

And the longer we take the faster time seems to tick

YEET BIGLEY

They make some cool friends

One of which wants to commit suicide

His dead kids left him with broken pride

Nothing new inside

Henry says ‘McStuffins you gotta fend for yourself’

Which led to him retreating

A deck of cards placed placed on the shelf

DOUG

With their kids their conflicts they will have to try to dispute

Before they’re all dead or destitute

Without a cent of restitution

Dealing with scamming while lamming

Henry and Darryl being ignored

Ron and Glenn mostly enjoying being abroad

Scamming will become a real issue from now on

Planning seems impossible when you drive on

The issue at hand while in your cool van

ENSEMBLE

In the forgotten realms you can improve as a man

(If you just wait)

In the forgotten realms you can improve as a man

(If you just wait)

In the forgotten realms you can improve as a man

In the forgotten realms, forgotten realms

PAEDEN

If you just wait

ENSEMBLE

These four dads, yeah

(These four dads, yeah)

Mass destruction followed you

(Destruction followed you)

You never backed down

‘Cause you were running out of time

Oh, these four dads, yeah

(These four dads, yeah)

When all the friends you made sing for you

Will they know what you overcame?

That lives were lost to win the game?

Your world will never be the same, oh

ERIN

The van in in San Dimas now

See if you can spot them

They cannot possibly know

That they will hit rock bottom

CERN

Their fatherhood destroyed their rep in the world of forgotten

CERN

Me, I fought with them

ERIN

Me, I helped them

PAEDEN

Me, I loved them

SCAM LIKELY

And me?

I'm the awesome guy that scammed ‘em

Your hearts apart they’ll quickly tear

If you just wait

They fuck are they man?

These four dads, yeah!

Put Down That Phone, Son

ENSEMBLE

Two Thousand and Nineteen

San Dimas

DARRYL

Put down that phone once you’ve won, son

GRANT

What is it this time?

DARRYL

Oh well tons, son

You see I, Darryl Wilson have a task, son

We’ve got a job to do

GRANT

Oh goddamn it

DARRYL

Son, I know you love your soccer and I thought that maybe you could make some more friends

And you could get sorta buddy-buddy with that team of yours

If we carpool it could be fun, son

And look, there’s Glenn over there

GRANT

The weed one?

DARRYL

Yes!

Morning Glenn Close, I’ll have to shake your hand we’re not here for social revolution

GLENN

I look at him like he’s stupid

DARRYL

I’m not stupid

So, your sons smoking weed, ha, guess they grow up so fast

GLENN

He’s only thirteen, but why wait for more time to pass?

DARRYL

About the smoking weed, of course

I’ve done it, God, back in ninety-four

I smoked more weed than we possibly could have ever

Paid for

GLENN

Can I get in the car?

DARRYL

That would be nice

GLENN

While we’re talking let me offer you some free advice

Care less

DARRYL

What?

GLENN

Chillax more

DARRYL

GLENN

‘Cause why would you want to live life like that for?

DARRYL

You can’t be serious

GLENN

You wanna get ahead?

DARRYL

Yes

GLENN

Dads who are too square wind up dead

LARK

Ah-yuh-yo-yo-yo, yo!

What time is it

SPARROW

Show time!

GLENN

Stop that dread

LARK

Showtime, showtime! Yo!

I’m Lark Oak in the place to be

And I’m punching the absolute shit out of this tree

And even though my dad may frown at me

Violence is the coolest in the world, you see

SPARROW

Yes yes brother, that’s as true as it can get

I Sparrow am one half of the best twin set

My enemies have scars

I make them see spinning stars

We are cool and awesome and et-cet-e-ra

HENRY

Guys Guys, I am the Henry Oak

Just a bloke, don’t choke

I heard your mother say “it’s not a joke”

So I don’t wanna enforce nor endorse

Your energy ‘cause it’s your passions source

So if you could get right into the car, sons

And later you can continue with your little

HENRY, LARK AND SPARROW

Revolution!

HENRY

With my extensive environmental knowledge

I suppose carpooling is fine if it’s acknowledged?

TERRY JR

Good luck with that, I’m making you walk

Your shit oatmeal spit is even sick of your talk

I still don’t understand why the fuck you are here for

RON

I here ‘cause I’m your step dad

And you’re someone to cheer for

GRANT

Ugh, are we good, are we good, are we good?

DARRYL

Yes we should be good son, yes we should…

edit: pasting the lyrics in instead of having screenshots

#hamildaddies #dungeons and daddies #dndads #henry oak #Lark oak #sparrow oak #glenn close #nick close #nicky close #darryl wilson #grant wilson #ton stampler #Terry jr #Terry jr stampler

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