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@slyfingers
   jax was somewhat surprised by the strong set of arms around them, but that only comforted them that much more. they could hardly remember the last time theyâd been hugged so tightly. richieâs warning wasnât all that effective, though it shouldâve been, given recent events. the only think jax was focused on was seeing richie, making sure they were okay.    they hugged back just as tightly, feeling richieâs heart beat against theirs, inhaling their familiar scent and allowing themself to acknowledge that richie was in fact in one piece. their emotions swelled and after several moments, jackson pulled back to get a good look at them. looking up, jackson took them in, the scar slashed across their cheek catch jaxâs eye first, then the black eye.    a hand reached up gingerly to graze the cheek. â iâsorry. â jax cleared their throat. â my phone wasnât working. I had toâ â
richie just held them there for a while with some slight exhale of relief. they were okay. the pair of them scraped by with not too much injury. this shouldnât be happening right now. whatever this was. these private little meet ups with the younger of the pair. someone they mentored, yet.. mentor couldnât describe how richie felt over them. not entirely. they cared.Â
pulling back slightly when they did, inked fingers shifted to push the short blonde hair from their eyes before shaking their head at the other. âitâs fine.â they whispered. âjust..â they paused upon feeling the softness of their fingers along their cheek, soft against the dull constant sting. âyouâre safe, right?â they mused. âyou can.. youâll have to stay.. at least until itâs dark..â richie warned them. âdid they hurt you?â they eventually asked, even thought it was the correctly named savages who started it all.Â
do u have any wanted fcs for your connection?
hey cutie. not at all. honestly anybody that makes you happy !!
jacksonccltâ:
   was this the best time for their phone to malfunction, not putting through any of their calls? no. absolutely fucking not. but at this point, thought jax, why not? what else could possibly make their day any fucking worse? they hadnât been sleeping, had barely eaten or drank anything these past few days other than coffee, and had been contemplating quitting or flat out moving, even knowing you didnât just leave the savages.    jackson instead found themself at the doorstep of a cobra. there werenât a lot of people they could actually rely onâmuch less trustâin valdez. and there would be hell if anyone knew how tight jax was with this particular rival gang member. â âŠwhich is why you better answer the door right fucking now, â they murmured to themself, banging on richieâs door. jackson recalled seeing them at the casino, but in the days since, the town had been a mess and they could only pray that they were home safe now. // @slyfingers
richie would definitely go down fighting for their gang rather than betray any of them. the cobraâs offered them family when others didnât give two shits. hell.. they needed them. and in turn.. the cobraâs needed richie. need their skills. the talent of shipping millions of dollars of drugs and weaponry across the globe. richie was an asset. but.. they felt like nothing the night of the casino. some were every man for themselves.. kind mind set.Â
theyâd been lying in their apartment, nursing their ego more so than their wounds, the roaring graze from a bullet and various knife wounds from where a bitch of a savage had pinned them and sliced across their cheek. donât forget the black eye. but no matter the injury, they still lingered on richieâs mind. and as if by magic.. they were here. moving to the door in sweat shorts of a tank top, richie didnât hesitate in grabbing the chest of their clothing, pulling them inside and slamming the door. âare you serious? do you want to get fuckinâ slaughtered?â they snapped. other cobras lived here. no matter.. inked, toned arms pulled the shorter into a tight embrace.
âitâs okay, iâm here, weâre okay.â ( cassandra + daragh )
maybe it was just a nightmare. just in her brain for whatever random reason. but daragh would be lying if she said that the thought of cassandra getting hurt.. more than hurt. cassandra dying at the hand of a fight.. just to she could get paid at the end? daragh could see it all so clearly.. cassandra in that stupid fucking fighting cage. her opponent was bigger.. and she was furious. this constant back chat between fighters to amp up said fight appeared too much.Â
she has this under control. daragh thought. but it was clear.. the blow to her head, the one that knocked her clean out, it fucked her up.. to the point where she wasnât moving. she hadnât realised she was calling her name. she didnât know sheâd be thrashing.. as if in her dream sheâd get to her quicker. daragh was a wreck. but upon being woken by the very woman she thought dead, daraghâs eyes shot open to find hers, looking at her with fear in her eyes. âi thought you were dead..â she cried, fingers digging somewhat into the other as if by some attempt to keep her close. keep her safe. âyouâre here..â she whispered, repeating her comment back. âweâre okay.â she agreed. were they though?
TOUCH MEME
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VIOLENT đȘ â stabbing them đ â punching them â â slapping them in the face đ â kicking them đ â pulling their hair
FLUFFY/FRIENDLY đ â stroking their hair đ â high fiving them đ€ â holding their hand đâ kissing them on their [place of choice] đ â hugging them đ â painting their [finger/toe] nailsÂ đ€§ â comforting them when crying đ€ â caring for them when sick/injured đ â dancing with them đ â adjusting their clothes đ â brushing their hair
NSFW đ â spanking them on the booty đ â giving them an open mouth kiss đ â giving them a love bite on [place of choice] âïž â fingering them/jerking them off đŠ â eating them out đ« â pulling their hair đ„ â grinding against them đ§ â bathing them
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fckn ask limit my dudes. how long does it last? also link me to whatever memes you want asked and iâll spam again when iâm good to go
âah-ah-ah. youâre sick. you need to stay in bed.â ( cassandra + daragh )
âyou serious, love?â daragh mused, glancing over to her. burning up a fever, a cough definitely making itself known. but being the stubborn person she was.. daragh done their best to hide it. which.. in turn only made it worse.  âiâm fine.. here - iâve has worse hang overs..â she insisted but with a hand on her chest from the other.. almost pushing her back into bed, daragh gave in, fingers through short, wavy red hair. âfine.â she sighed. âbut.. donât come near me. donât need you coughinâ all over the place too when you catch it..â she insisted with a small smile. ârun while you can, love.â
âyou have a cute laugh.â anastasia x richie
âa cute laugh?â they repeated, teeth digging into their lesser lip to stiffle any form of laughter from leaving their lips once more but in turn, it only forced them to bare a smile. âyou are very cute.â they insisted, boldly teaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. âtell anybody you heard me laughinâ and weâll have a problem.â they insisted. âgot a bad boy image to keep up, i do.â they teased. âbut thank you.â
different ways to say âi love youâ.Â
âiâll make you something, yeah? your favorite dish, just for you.â
âletâs get you back to bed.â
âshh, it was just a nightmare.â
âyou like this, donât you? i remember you saying that.â
âi drew up a bath for you.â
âyou need rest.â
âyou ought to be asleep.â
âi bought two.â
âhere. you can have the rest.â
âi thought of you when i saw this.â
âi like your smile.â
âyou have a cute laugh.â
âstay there. iâm coming there to get you.â
âitâs okay, iâm here, weâre okay.â
âbe careful.â
âlook both ways.â
âyou mean so much to me.â
âi canât lose you.â
âi thought i might have lost you.â
âhow to you feel about the nickname, (insert nickname)?â
âit looks good on you.â
âiâll make you soup.â
âah-ah-ah. youâre sick. you need to stay in bed.â
âare you okay in there?â
âthatâs it, thatâs it. get it all out. shh.â
âitâs a remedy i knew. helps with your throat.â
âitâs a lullaby. would you like me to sing it to you? would that help you fall asleep?â
âiâm worried about you.â
âwhat do you want to watch?â
âwhere would you like to go for dinner?â
âclose your eyes and hold out your hands.â
âweâll figure it out.â
âoh, itâs not big deal. youâre fine.â
âi brought you some medicine for your cold.â
âyouâre important to me.â
âthis is your favorite song, right?â
âyouâre like a son/daughter to me.â
âgood luck!â
âyouâre like a mom/dad to me.â
âdonât say that about yourself.â
âwant to come with?â
âwow! you look really nice.â
âgoodnight, (insert term of affection).â
âitâs okay. i couldnât sleep anyway.â
âyou can have half.â
âcome here. let me fix it.â
âyour tie is crooked.â
âcâmere. shh, itâs okay.â
âiâm not going to hurt you.â
âcan i touch you?â
âcan i kiss you?â
âcan i hug you?â
âpromise.â
âwould i ever lie to you?â
âi think youâre very beautiful/handsome.â
âhey, good-looking.â
âof course i care. youâre my family.â
âone more chapter.â
âi love you.â
akingnomoreâ:
âFuck fuck fuck,â Jack swore under his breath as his bike stalled again in the cold. He slammed the seat with his fist. âCome on!â He prayed to no one, in particular, knowing the junker wouldnât start. He shivered the cold getting to him. He kicked the bike, âFUCKâ He didnât notice the stranger walk up behind him. âSorry. didnât mean to scare you. Look im kinda busy fixing my bike do you need something?â
The swears was definitely enough to catch their attention. Heading home from the bar, curls of their breath in the cold, blowing out their nostrils like a dragon. Listening to the other, Richie held a hand up as if to show they meant no harm to him. âEasy mate.. not gonna kill yaâ.â They insisted. âScare me?â They shook their head. âNah mate not at all... you want a hand?â They offered.
hcneycakcâ:
âyou know, you could just ask me if you wanted to stare. i donât mind. itâs just a little weird to do it so openly, you know?â honey was rather open about her desires and needs. she also liked to be open about what other people wanted to do to her, she believed in honesty being the best policy. if somebody seemed a little too shy about something? honey would, and could, help draw it out of them. she leaned in a little closer and smiled, glittery lips shining in the light. âiâm more than happy for us to go somewhere a little more private, too, if thatâs what youâre after. just, you know, donât expect something for nothing.âÂ
listening to her, the redhead shrugged somewhat with a soft smile on her lips. âcanât just admire no?â she smirked slightly. as she moved closer, daragh shrugged so slightly, elbow on the bar as her cheek rested on her clenched fist. âis that right?â she hummed to the other savage. âand here i was thinking we were just mates, gorgeous.â she taunted with a small laugh. âi mean.. i was just admiring.. but if thatâs what.. youâre after.. then iâm more than happy to help you out..â
hcneycakcâ:
âyou know, you could just ask me if you wanted to stare. i donât mind. itâs just a little weird to do it so openly, you know?â honey was rather open about her desires and needs. she also liked to be open about what other people wanted to do to her, she believed in honesty being the best policy. if somebody seemed a little too shy about something? honey would, and could, help draw it out of them. she leaned in a little closer and smiled, glittery lips shining in the light. âiâm more than happy for us to go somewhere a little more private, too, if thatâs what youâre after. just, you know, donât expect something for nothing.âÂ
hearing the voice, richie slowly glanced to the blonde. they were no stranger to the savageâs escorts. hell, they werenât exactly a stranger to anybody who wanted a good time. listening to her, richie threw her a coy grin. âiâm just lookinâ.. nothing wrong with that is there babe?â they taunted her. but upon hearing her offer, richie shook their head slightly, eyes focused on the end of their whiskey. âiâm not the receiving kind love.. iâm all about giving.â richie explained, eventually glancing back at her. "cheers..â they paused when she leaned closer, watching her lips with a smirk. âfor the offer.â they finished.  âtell you what.. let me grab you a drink.â they insisted. âiâll save you from the gross old guys whoâre eyeing you up in the corner back there.â they insisted. âunless.. thatâs what youâre into, babe.â they taunted.