Various Dropped FFs of mine

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My original name was Shane T. An early 20's something, obsessed with reading fanfictions from anime to TV shows, even movies and works of literature; I read anything that interested me, even falling into the endless abyss that are cultivation novels.

When Covid 19 hit, I lost my job and was forced into quarantine and became an introvert, by circumstance.

Wasting away my days watching TV shows, reading ffs and trying to write my own ffs, novellas and novels with little success.

During that time I found that I craved social interactions with other people less and less.

It got to the point where when the lockdown was over I would still stay inside and avoid people, since I'd rather not interact with anyone unless I absolutely had to.

The only reason I went out was to earn some money to keep being able to stream/read, and to help out my family if needed.

Doing a little bit of Facebook stalking, I came to find out that everyone was basically the same as before the lockdown if not worse.

Except for a few people, finding that almost all people my age were still immature and unable to perceive a future outside of high school, even though we'd already graduated 4-5 years earlier, and were still slowly killing themselves by doing/selling drugs and partying every night.

Even though I knew it wasn't true, sometimes, I'd think and feel that they'd become inferior to me.

Since, I knew the truth that it wasn't long ago that I was just the same as them partying away, acting irresponsible until I got jammed up with the law one too many times and had to change.

So I didn't judge them too harshly, in fact even felt worried for some of them as we'd been close before my antisocial disposition became so pronounced.

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Chapter 1

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"Haa." I sighed as I ran my hands through my hair before roughly ruffling my hair, and got out of the tractor. as I felt my thoughts growing dark playing different scenarios out in my head while also wondering things that I could never voice out loud; since if I did people would send me to the mental ward and put me on all sorts of drugs if I did.

Deciding to drown out my thoughts and my surroundings with what most people refer to as "slit your wrists music" playing at full volume in my ears.

Closing my eyes feeling the soft dirt of the field I'd just plowed beneath my sneakers, the cold breeze licking my skin feeling wonderful against my dirt-caked sweaty skin, while the early spring rays from the sun shone on me and my surroundings.

Suddenly I felt a very strong cold wind along with a spray of cold rain water hit me, opening my eyes.

I saw thick black thunderclouds above my head on a previously cloudless sunny day.

"Ohh Come On…Fuck Me ! ! !" I whispered as I watched a massive lightning bolt launch down from the clouds, time seemed to slow down before my entire world went white.

I found myself laying on a bed inside of an all white, in one corner of the room there was a desk and a chair like everything else in the room they were white, a computer rested in the center of the desk.

The computer was the only thing not white in the room.

Having my curiosity peaked, I stood up from the bed and walked over to the desk with the intention to use the computer and find out where I am.

Pulling the chair out from underneath the desk before sitting in it and pulling myself closer to the desk.

"So Mr.Computer in this strange white place that seems like the afterlife…Where am I?" I asked the intimate object as I pressed the power button that made the thing whirr to life.

[Please select your world] (Can choose up to two.)

-Sons of Anarchy

-Fast and furious

-Teenage mutant ninja turtles

-The vampire diaries

-Shameless

-Twilight

"What is this?" I whispered softly as once the laptop computer powered up it asked me to select a world and then gave me a few worlds to pick from.

'Shameless, Fast & Furious or Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles…shit that's a really tough decision.' I thought to myself, taking a few minutes before finally selecting the world of Sons of Anarchy and Fast and Furious.

Once I made my choice of world I was brought to another screen that asked me to select two cheats.

[Please select your two cheats]

-Instant mastery

-Blood manipulation

-Grand Theft Auto System

-Mind Control

-Rift Opening

-Harry Potter Magic

-The Spotted Dimension

-Sign in System

-Wolverine's Healing Factor

-The Charms of Bezel

-Archamada Book of Magic

I picked the sign in system and Wolverine's healing factor.

After selecting my choices, my head started pounding and my vision became blurry..before I was struck with the strong smell of a bunch of dudes in tight quarters, as memories of my new/current self's life poured into my brain.

'So the predecessor's name is Vincent and his father is part owner of Teller-Morrow and Keller Auto, and a founding member of SAMCRO along with Piney and John Teller. And I'm in prison. My former cellmate is none other than Dominic Toretto. I'm currently imprisoned in Lompoc Federal Penitentiary, and my release date is later today. Dom got out a few years ago.' I thought to myself while processing all the information I was getting, finding out that I was best friends with Jax Teller, Opie (Harry Winston) and am a member of SAMCRO and have been since forever.

"Huh, I was really reincarnated, in a mix of the fast and furious universe and the FX-verse." I whispered to myself as I got off of my bunk that had been my home since 1991, standing in front of the small mirror bolted to the wall looking at myself in the reflection.

Admiring myself as I ran my hands along my body, before looking downwards seeing and feeling my new body that felt like it should belong to an elite MMA fighter, that was well endowed.

Seeing as I was only wearing the pants of the prisoner uniform my sturdy eight pack abs were on full display, and my full six foot two height, broad shoulders, cut an intimidating figure.

My face was mostly hidden under long curly black hair with natural copper highlights, and thick curly facial hair of the same color, my hair reached my shoulder blades while my beard reached to below my collar bone.

Pulling back my hair, grabbing a scrunchie and putting my hair back, allowing me to see my face.

A face that looked like mine, my eyes, my nose but with the fat gone I had to admit I looked a bit like Dylan O'Brien, except for being taller and with broader shoulders, and all around better looking, my eyes were a hazel that are a dark green, but also had a honey gold color to them with a sunburst around the retina with a dark gray ring containing all of that color.

"Damn I look good." I muttered to myself as I pulled on the waistband of my pants and nodded appreciatively.

A guard came up to my cell door making me look over at him.

"Keller, it's time for your release." The guard said calmly he was one of the ones SAMCRO paid to keep my life as easy and safe as it could be in this jungle.

"Bout, fuckin time." I said in response to him, as even though technically…I'd only been here a few minutes I had the memories and experience of being here for ten years.

"Stop, walk." I heard repeatedly dotted with the sounds of magnetic locks unlocking and relocking.

"Here are your possessions, one leather vest, one leather jacket, one pair of ripped jeans, one wallet with a chain, one black leather belt, one set of black leather boots, one t-shirt, one thousand seven hundred dollars and thirty six cents, one Nokia cellphone." A desk guard said as he took my possessions out of a box that were bagged in evidence baggies, the money was off by nearly eight grand.

I didn't bother bringing up the money as they would act like they didn't know anything and I was lucky I was getting anything back to begin with.

"Can I use the restroom to get changed?" I asked the desk jockey who nodded and motioned for a door guard to walk me to the bathroom to open the door to the restroom.

Kicking off the prison shoes, taking off the prison uniform opening the plastic evidence bag pulling on my jeans, then boots before pulling on my boots and pulling my shirt over my head, before putting on my leather jacket and my cut on over top of it before putting my money in my wallet and hooking the chain to my jeans.

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Walking out of the bathroom and heading to the exit still under guard escort, just in case I experienced some psychotic break and did something stupid so I wouldn't have to leave prison.

Walking through four gates into the parking lot finding it…empty, no one from SAMCRO, no street racer pal nothing.

'Seems like I got nobody.' I thought to myself as I looked back at the prison wishing I had called for a cab before leaving.

[Ding: please sign in to the sign in system.]

I raised an eyebrow at the notification.

'Sign in…I guess.' I thought to myself as suddenly a confirmation appeared and I received a notification.

[1 crate of AK-47's, deposited into inventory]

[Only items given by the system can be stored in the inventory.]

I started walking down the road seeing warehouses and such in the surrounding areas, but nowhere I could go to make a phone call, as it seems phone booths are already gone.

"Fuck." I grunted when suddenly a Cadillac sport coupe pulled up in front of me and Gemma Teller Morrow got out of the car and hugged me.

"Hey aunt Gemma." I found myself saying as I hugged the sexy milf that looked like a slightly younger version of the actress Katey Sagal that played the character in SOA.

Memories of her practically raising me after my mother ran off with some rich investment banker as my father was too busy with club business and banging young tight pussy to raise me.

"Honey, look at you." Gemma said as she did her best not to cry as her hands roam over my body before cupping my hairy face.

"I know, I need a haircut." I joked with a smile as my eyes started to sting as I leaned in and planted a kiss on the woman's cheek.

"Haha, yes you do…but look at you I can't believe how much you've grown." Gemma said as I'd gone into prison at sixteen and spent ten years of my life on the inside, Gemma visited every now and then but I refused visits.

"Ten years does that to a guy." I said softly as Gemma hugged me again and I felt myself starting to grow hard.

"Ha-Haha, sorry." I said soft while Gemma winked at me.

"Don't be honey, you've been in for a long time…it's flattering to know I can still get a young stud hard." Gemma replied to me while smirking at me before standing up on her toes and kissing my cheek.

"You're gorgeous Gemma, if you weren't married, I'd definitely make a play for you." I teased honestly, making the mature woman laugh softly.

"Haha, still such a flirt…I'm glad prison didn't make you gay honey." Gemma said softly before shoeing me to the car once inside I found the Cadillac quite comfy and wanted one for myself.

Soon Gemma was in the car and pulling down my fly I grabbed her hand.

"What are you doing?" I asked because you didn't fuck with someone's old lady not even if they started it.

"Giving you some relief until we get back to the club." Gemma said softly as she slid her hand into my pants wrapping around my semi-erect cock which instantly made it rock hard.

"Fff-uhh-ck." I groaned as Gemma started pumping her hand up and down my length which was a little challenging even with my loose oversized jeans.

"You've got such a nice thick long cock baby." Gemma whispered to me as she started driving, pulling my cock free of my jeans stroking me off in the open.

"So much better than my own hand."I groaned as Gemma seemed to take that as praise before pulling her hand off my cock spitting on it and then starting to stroke me off again.

"Mmm." Gemma moaned softly before pulling the car over into a tow truck turn around and parking her Cadillac before leaning over and wrapping her lips around my cock.

"Fff-uhh-ck." I moaned as Gemma's tongue swirled the tip of my cock, and her lips formed a tight seal around my cock, as her hand continued to massage the base of my shaft, while she worked her mouth on the upper part of my cock, concentrating her attention on the tip and the area around it.

"Fuck I'm cumming, Clay's gonna kill me." I grunted as I started unloading years of built up cum in my balls into her mouth that she gulped down, with the grace and skill of an experienced woman.

Gemma released my cock from her warm wet, heavenly mouth with a pop as she sat back gasping for a bit of fresh air.

'Damn, baby so much." Gemma said as she wiped up the spunk that had stained her lips and chin along with the few doleps that dropped onto her breasts.

"And don't worry Clay, won't touch you not after what you did for him, the club and Jax." Gemma told me as she gently put my cock back into my pants before lifting up the center console using a bit of hand sanitizer, and a baby wipe to make sure she was cleaned up properly.

"Thank you for that…it was the best I've ever had." I thanked her and complimented her, making the older woman smile at me before rolling down her window and throwing the wipe out and putting the car back in gear and pulling back onto the road heading towards Charming California.

"You're welcome honey, once we get back to the club there will be some sweet butts for you to use." Gemma told me while giving me a gentle smile as my cock was still semi-hard as I looked at her breasts.

"Yeah…" I replied while trailing off.

"You're coming back to the club aren't you?" Gemma asked me, her voice growing worried.

"Of course I am aunt Gemma." I replied softly before sighing.

"But there are some things I want to do more than fuck some club bunnies, like eat some food that isn't slop or tastes like shit…and cruise down some blacktop behind the wheel or handlebars, maybe watch a new movie. I don't know, I just don't feel like going back to the club on my first day out…to party and get shit faced." I replied to Gemma which made her grab my hand and make small circles with her thumb on the back of my hand.

"I understand, but the club…you need to go there so your loyalty and commitment to the club doesn't come into question." Gemma said softly and cautiously.

I felt a snap of rage.

"I spent fucking ten years in prison for the club and my loyalty, my commitment will be in question because I'd rather not get drunk and fuck some whores." I growled at Gemma and smashed my arm through the passenger side window.

"Not to me." She said softly while squeezing my hand more tightly.

"Sorry, about the window." I said soft while holding my arm out the window letting my hand surf on the wind like a kid.

"It's okay, it's just a window…but I expect you to fix it before dark." Gemma said to me as she brought my hand up to her face and pressed her lips against my knuckles.

"Haha, I will…" I said softly after laughing, letting my voice trail off as I pulled my hand back and ran it through my hair.

"Maybe I should go Nomad." I finally said making Gemma take her foot off the accelerator.

"T-that is a big decision, one you should think over before making, especially after just getting out." Gemma said to me unable to keep the stutter from her mouth at first replying to me.

"I know…it's just a random thought I've had for awhile now, I got a friend in L.A. that is a street racer and a truck jacker, we were cell mates I've got an open invitation to run with his crew…could be profitable for the club." I told her letting it show that the club, my family was always my first priority.

We rode the rest of the way without sharing another word as I listened to newer rock music on the radio.

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"This place hasn't changed much, still an inbred backwater." I said as we rolled through the town of Charming which made Gemma laugh and smack me playfully.

"Watch it young man, that's my home you're talking about, your home too." Gemma said to me as we started pulling into the gated yard of the garage and clubhouse, seeing throngs of my brother's in their cuts waiting to welcome me "home".

"My home…is a six by eight cell, this is just a temporary stop, on a long vacation." I told her jokingly though a part of me wondered if it was true, and I just didn't know it yet.

Getting out of the car almost immediately being hugged by Jax Teller/Charlie Hunnam.

"Welcome home brother." Jax said to me and it almost sounded like he was crying, and I felt a lump in my throat and my own eyes stinging as Jax was the only one who came to see me every visitation day and wouldn't take no for an answer.

After Jax let me go, Opie Winston/Ryan Hurst, hugged me quickly but didn't say anything, just released me and clapped his hand down onto my shoulder.

Then Clay Morrow came over and gave me a hug.

"Welcome home son." Clay said before kissing my cheek and then letting me go before the whole chapter came over to hug me and welcome me home.

"Where's the old man?" I asked Jax while taking the beer he offered to me.

"Buried in some barely…maybe legal teen somewhere." Jax replied to me while letting out a sigh.

"Was he excommunicated?" I asked, feeling cold flowing through my veins.

"Yeah…I wanted to kill him, but the club put it to a vote…I'm sorry brother." Jax said to me while looking me in the eyes.

"It's fine, I'll handle it." I told Jax as I couldn't believe the club didn't take his head for being a traitor and almost killing both Jax and Clay.

"I know he's a fucking rat, but he's still your father man." Opie said to me as he came over to stand next to me and Jaz.

I crushed the beer bottle in my hand before walking into the clubhouse to get a towel.

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"So how is he?" Clay asked while sitting at the redwood table with Gemma sitting on his lap.

"His mind is elsewhere, he wants to be on the road, even mentioned becoming a nomad." Gemma told Clay with a sigh as she pressed her forehead against the side of Clay's head.

"We need him here, things with the Mayans and the Niners are picking up again. It won't be long before we're dragged into things we need his skills, and loyalty." Clay said as his hand slid to Gemma's ass.

"You think I don't know that without him you and Jax would be in prison or dead!" Gemma snapped.

"I know my love." Clay replied back to her with a raspy voice.

"Shit, he found out!" Gemma said as she saw Vince enter the club with a bloody hand.

"I'll handle it." Clay said as he patted Gemma's ass in signal to get up.

"You should have handled it by killing that piece of fuckin shit." Gemma said calmly as she watched Vince from the office as he grabbed a clean towel from behind the bar and went down the hall to his room in the clubhouse.

"I said I'll handle it!" Clay shouted and then immediately regretted it as Gemma gave him a look.

"I'll handle it." Gemma told him and Clay nodded in defeat.

"How'd you like blowing him?" Clay asked and Gemma sent a smirk over her shoulder.

"Loved it, wouldn't mind doing some more with him either." Gemma replied, shooting her husband a smirk before blowing him a kiss.

"Haha." Clay laughed before grabbing Gemma around the waist and kissing her.

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Watching as pieces of glass that were stuck in my skin were being pushed out and thumping against the carpeted floor.

"So cool." I whispered softly as I heard a knock on the door to my room in the clubhouse, wrapping the towel tightly around my hand.

"I'm coming in Vince." I heard Gemma say from the other side of the door.

"I'm fine." I told her but the door opened anyway and in came Gemma.

"I should have gave you a heads up." Gemma said softly as she shut the door behind her and came over and tried to remove the towel from my hand but I pulled it away from her.

"Well you did give me head so I figure we're even." I joked softly making Gemma laugh and sat down next to me as she rested her head against my shoulder.

"What does he have on Clay that he let him go?" I asked softly, making Gemma tense up before she relaxed.

"Blackmail, from the creation of SAMCRO to your imprisonment. He made records of everything and gave them to lawyers' post offices in dead drops, we can't move on him." Gemma told me and I found myself laying on my back pulling Gemma with me.

'Its illogical for me to be so attached to these people…at least it should be but the feelings, the memories of my predecessor…of a different version of myself and just as real and intense as my past life and as a person who was ruled by his emotions.' I thought to myself trying to make sense of my new reality.

"So you're here to stop me from going and killing him myself." I said and Gemma nodded to me in response.

"Would it be too much to ask for another bj?" I asked Gemma jokingly.

"There's something else…Melissa she hooked up with some Nord and ended up hooked on crank and became a whore." Gemma told me about my ex girlfriend before I got locked up.

"So?" I replied to her as I couldn't bring myself to care about some junky whore my predecessor was in love with.

"I…just thought you'd want to know, now will you let me look at that hand?" Gemma replied to me sounding surprised aty not caring over Melissa before asking in a maternal tone about looking at my hand.

"It's fine, just a small cut, it's already stopped bleeding." I told her calmly as I stood up and moved over to the closet and dresser where there were some clean clothes to wear.

"What are you doing?" Gemma asked me as she sat up and watched me start kicking off my clothes.

"Grabbing a shower where I don't have to watch my back or follow a clock." I replied to her as I took off my cut, laying it down on my dresser neatly, my jacket was thrown onto a chair before I took off my shirt, throwing it into the hamper in the corner.

"You enjoying the show?" I asked Gemma as I turned around and unhooked my belt.

"It's nothing I haven't seen before." Gemma replied to me as my hand moved to my button.

"Haha, really you see this often?" I asked jokingly as I motioned to my abs and muscles.

'Maybe in my dreams.' Gemma thought to herself as she admired the view.

"I better go and join the party." Gemma said as she languidly got off of the bed before walking over and hugging me once more pressing her ear over my heart.

"I'm really happy you came home to us Vincent, the years without you here have been hard on all of us." Gemma said softly before pulling away and placing a kiss on my cheek.

"Now I'm gonna send you one of Luann's new girls…I think her name is Lyla, pretty little blonde thing with the girl next door thing going on." Gemma told me before taking a few steps away and smacking my ass and leaving my apartment at the clubhouse.

"Haa, crazy old bat." I jokingly sighed while kicking off my jeans and walking into the bathroom to shower.

[2]

Standing with my head pressing against the wall as perfectly tempered water ran through my hair and down my body, running my fingers through my hair catching my fingers on knots in my hair.

I heard the shower curtain rustle and snapped to action ripping open the curtain and grabbing the person on the other side by their throat.

Seeing a beautiful blonde woman in her early twenties I didn't release my grip but eases it slightly, as I looked her over finding that she was in frilly sexy underwear.

"Don't ever sneak into a guy's shower after he just got out of prison." I told the woman who looked like Winter Ave Zoli before grabbing hold of her bra with my free hand and pulling her into the shower with me finally letting go of her neck.

"S-sorry…I should have knocked. The old lady told me to be careful…but I didn't listen." Layla said softly as her eyes started to clear up and I pressed her against the shower wall.

"You should always knock and wait for a member to tell you to come in before entering a member's room." I told her as I moved my hands to unhook her bra, leaning in to kiss along her neck letting the bra fall to the floor.

"I'll remember that for next time." She gasped softly while I took one of her nipples in between my lips while my other hand slid down her tight toned body and into her panties.

Running my fingers along her tight lower lips feeling her warm wetness against my fingers.

"You don't have to fake it for me." I told her as I her soft breathy moans filled my ears as I kissed my way down her body ending up kneeling in front of her pulling her panties down throwing them out of the shower along with her bra

"I'm not…my videos are fake, I'm enjoying this." She gasped out as I placed a kiss against her thinly trimmed bush.

"You had anyone in here…anybody cum inside here today?" I asked her not that I had to worry about stds but I wasn't willing to eat out another guy's jizz.

"No, I'm clean." She moaned softly as I slid my finger inside of her.

Pressing my lips against her clit tentatively licking her before turning my tongue in soft slow circles, while curling my finger that was stroking her silken walls.

"Oh oh yes mmm." Lyla moaned and it sounded real to me especially with the way her body was reacting.

Enjoying the way her hands threaded through my hair and she started grinding herself against me while holding my face tightly against her.

Moving from her clit working my tongue and finger in tandem together while my free hand slid up and down her toned stomach sometimes grabbing and massaging her breasts.

I felt her trembling all over as her grinding became more desperate and eratic as her grabbed my hand and used it to apply pressure to her abdomen, as she coated my tongue and my two fingers with her girl cum as her knee trembled and started to give way.

"Was that fake?" I asked teasingly as I trailed my way upwards towering over her once more as I slid my hands down to her ass and picked her up lining her entrance up with the tip of my cock.

"Mmm, it was very real." Moaned Lyla as I slowly pushed into her warm wet tight cunt.

"Be sure to tell that old lady how good I'am at eating pussy in explicit detail." I told Lyla before starting to bounce her up and down on my cock as she struggled to hold onto me.

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"You can spend the night here if you don't have to be anywhere." I said to Lyla while finishing off with a firm smack to her ass that made her moan but she was mostly out of it after the four hour fuck a thon that left her pussy and asshole gaping while oozing cum.

"M-my s-son I should get home." She moaned/groaned as I slowly pushed myself back into her abused cunt.

"I was pretending to be considerate before you'll be keeping me company until I'm done with you." I whispered softly into her ear before slowly starting to slide in and out of her while she laid face down on the bed.

"YEassss!" Lyla moaned again as she came for probably the 17th time since we started.

Seeing that the sun was starting to rise and the clock read 4:15 am, I decided to give Lyla's body a break hearing her sigh in both relief and satisfaction, as I got out of bed grabbing my Kabar knife from my dresser drawer and walking into the bathroom.

'Haa, I'm gonna miss these luscious locks.' I mentally sighed to myself as I grabbed a fistful of my beard hair and cut it off just below my fist, the knife cutting through the hair like it was never even there.

"Gonna have to thank Gemma properly for the welcome home gift, and for not interrupting my fun time to make me fix her window." I muttered to myself as every swipe of my knife revealed more and more of my face getting my beard down to a neat look, before starting in on my hair.

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"How'd it go with Vince?" Clay asked Gemma while looking her over to see if she had some more fun with him, finding that she didn't, made Clay unconsciously release the tension in his body that he didn't even know about.

"I told him about that piece of shit and his blackmail…but you know how Vince is, he doesn't let threats go he'll hunt down the blackmail and that bastard, and before he kills him he'll torture him then he'll make sure he destroys everything he has, on us and the club." Gemma said as she worriedly rested her head against Clay's shoulder as she couldn't quite place it but something seemed off about Vincent more than him going through some existential crisis and wanting to go Nomad.

"What about him going Nomad?" Clay asked as he let the vulnerability he felt show through his voice to his wife.

"I didn't bring it up with him…but…maybe it'd be for the best he needs time to adapt to life on the outside again, and just because he goes Nomad doesn't mean he won't be here for us when we need him…I think it would be best for us and the club to support him, and it would give him the anonymity he needs to hunt down that piece of shit." Gemma said with some caution as during her time with Vince in his apartment she got a feel for his mental health on a level deeper than in the car especially when she brought up Melissa.

"And if he got heat on him it'd give us plausible denyability with the Wetbacks that Kallen is running with now." Clay said as he leaned his head against Gemma's while feeling the weight of his crown…or rather cut more so now than he has in awhile.

"Bring it up at Church tomorrow, feel him out he may have changed his mind by then." Gemma said as she snuggled into Clay's chest while feeling incredibly vulnerable which is something she isn't used to feeling often.

"Haa, when does that kid ever change his mind?" Clay asked, sighing with a bit of amusement lacing his voice.

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The clock in the bathroom read 6:00 when I finally finished cutting my hair climbing into the shower washing away the smell of pussy, cum, and sweat. Before lathering up with soap washing the stink off of my body making myself feel clean only to hear a shy knock on the bathroom door.

"Mind if I take a shower? I really need to get home to my son." Lyla asked me from the doorway.

"Sure there's plenty of room." I replied to Lyla who stumbled with a bowlegged gate into the shower only for me to grab her by the hips and turn her around so she was facing the wall.

"Please I'm sore, all over I can hardly feel my lower body." Lyla whimpered and I smirked as I started rubbing my hard cock between her thighs.

"Do you have a ride home?" I asked her while taking a hand off of her hip and grabbed the body wash bottle squirting a large amount on her back tucking the bottle under my armpit before rubbing the soap along her back and shoulders.

"Nnn, I rode with one of the girls. I'll wake her up to take me back." Lyla moaned and whimpered softly as she started rubbing back against me.

"I doubt any of them are going to be in any shape to drive you this early…the party only ended a few hours ago. I'll take you home or call you a cab if you aren't comfortable with that." I told her softly before pulling back and sliding back into her abused cunt.

"Fuck." Lyla moaned as I slowly started pumping in and out of her pussy, while running my hands along her body soaping her up.

"How old is your son?" I asked Lyla as I cupped her firm and full feeling breasts.

"Tw-twoo." Lyla moaned and started moving her hips more vigorously as I kept a nice smooth slow pace as I fucked her pussy for the last time.

"Yeah, kids are cute at that age…you know as he gets older he's going to start learning about you and your career path, he'll never be able to trust his friends because all of them will want to bang you even more than they usually want to bang their friend's hot sexy mom…but you them boys will probably say and do all sorts of horrible shit to your son." I told her calmly while feeling her inner walls clench and spasm around my cock as she started to cum and I decided to join, giving a few quick powerful thrusts pushing myself over the edge.

"AAHHH FUCK ! ! !" Layla moaned as she started having a squirting orgasm.

'Did hearing how bad her son might have it heighten her pleasure?' I wondered to myself while slowly pulling out of her pussy and starting to soap myself up again as Lyla slowly slid to the floor with a spasming/trembling body.

Washing the soap off of my body and the shampoo from my hair I looked down to see Lyla was still trembling on the floor, her eyes partially rolled back up into her head as my cum oozed out of her dripping onto the floor.

'If I had a hentai system it'd probably be tellin me right now that mind break achieved plus 1,000 hentai points.' I thought to myself in amusement as I started jostling Lyla out of her Cloud 9 state.

"Come on, pornstar snap out of it." I said as I was running out of patience causing me to start lightly smacking the cheeks of her face to help her pull out of her haze.

"Hmm?" Hummingly moaned Lyla as I got her back down to earth.

"Get yourself cleaned up." I told her turning the water down to cold making her make a squeaky squealing noise as I got out of the shower and grabbed a towel hearing a whispered fucking asshole.

"Haha." I laughed while exiting the bathroom and drying off throwing my towel onto a leather padded chair, before moving to grab out some new clothes.

Pulling my cut on walking back into the bathroom, hanging up my towel, walking back into the main part of my room looking over the cupboards finding some fresher foods.

Making a quick peanut butter sandwich while grabbing a beer out of the fridge to wash it down with, finding it was some off brand swill instead of a mainstream beer.

Taking a sip of it, finding it tasted like Budweiser I didn't mind so much that it was a brand I didn't recognize.

Just as I finished off my sandwich and beer Lyla walked into the room on unsteady feet using anything she could to support herself.

"Do you have clothes anywhere around here?" I asked her and she shook her head no before answering.

"I only wore those here…Luann told us all to dress sexy and not wear anything extra." Lyla replied to me while pulling the towel a little tighter around her.

Getting up from the chair going over to the wardrobe pulling out a sweatshirt and a pair of small sweatpants that belonged to my predecessor's ex Melissa.

"Here." I told Lyla, handing her my sweat shirt and Melissa's sweats.

"Thank you." Lyla replied to me dropping her towel showing off her sexy body making me want to use her for a couple more hours before pulling the sweats on sexily and slowly.

"Come on, let's get you home to your son." I said to her while offering her my arm since it was obvious she was struggling just to stay on her feet.

"Thank you." Lyla said softly as she used me to hold herself steady while walking alongside me walking through the clubhouse stepping over bodies of passed out brother's, crow eaters, pornstar and the occasional puddles of puke and piss.

Exiting the clubhouse leading Lyla over to the van the club used for pretty much every illegal activity they could.

Opening the door to said van that is a black Chevy Express, once the door was open for her Lyla climbed inside, shutting the door for her, walking around to the driver's side getting in feeling a bit thankful that the keys were kept in the ignition.

…20 minutes later we pulled up in front of the apartment building she lives in.

"Umm…so I really enjoyed last night and this morning, I was wondering if I could get your number." Lyla said to me without a hint of shyness.

"Look, I had fun with you but I'm not interested in starting anything with a girl that gets fucked on camera for a living." I told her simply and to the point without being outright mean or combative while pulling out my wallet and offering her the 1,700 dollars I have.

"What's this for?" Lyla asked while her voice carried a hint of sadness but acceptance.

"In case you end up needing an abortion, and some extra money to pay your sitter for last night. Now if you wouldn't mind I have some places to be." I told her while reaching over and pulling the lever opening the door.

"Right, Thanks for the ride and abortion money!" Lyla snapped and moved to get out of the van nearly falling but catching herself with the door.

"You know what? Fuck you asshole!" Lyla said to me as she threw my money back at me and slammed the door shut while hobbling her way up the sidewalk path to her apartment building making me shrug and drive away not feeling anything over seeing her starting to cry as she cursed at me and threw my money at me.

"Heh, no sweat off my back, professional cock jockey. I'll just have to ask Gemma to have Luann keep an eye out, if she does get pregnant and doesn't get rid of it I'll have to take steps." I muttered to myself as I leaned over and started picking up the money from the floor putting it back in my wallet.

'You really gonna kill her and your unborn child if she refuses to abort?' I mentally asked myself and shook my own head no.

'Nope but I won't let my kid grow up in that environment either, with a mother that's basically no better than a prostitute other than the fact the whole world gets to see her fucked on video.' I thought to myself while massaging my right temple as I started driving to the McDonald's we passed on the way here.

Pulling into the drive-thru behind twenty other cars, feeling the urge to bang my head against the steering wheel.

"Come on already." I growled as I honked the horn at the woman in front of me in line who'd already ordered and could pull forward was just sitting there texting on her cellphone.

'That's another thing that's weird about this universe is some tech is a lot further along than it should be…even some of the cars I've seen like Gemma's Cadillac shouldn't come out until 08-09 yet they're already out.' I thought to myself feeling like the timeline was a bit fucked up compared to my old world.

"Finally!" I sighed as she pulled forward while flipping me off over her shoulder.

"Right back at you THOT!" I said as I pulled up to the menu and order area.

"I'm sorry sir, what was that?" A young feminine sounding voice asked me.

"Ahh, nothing. I need twenty steak egg and cheese bagel sandwiches, twenty sausage egg Mcgriddles with cheese, twenty egg McMuffins, and sixty hash browns along with twenty assorted large beverages." I told the person taking my order who repeated the order back to me and actually had it right.

"Okay sir your total is $427.96, please pull forward to the first window to pay for your order, then pull up to the parking lane on the side of the building and we'll bring your order out to you as soon as it's done." The person that sounded like a young woman told me.

"Thank you." I offered her my gratitude and pulled forward, finding that it was a young woman of 16 or 18 and she was pretty cute too.

About twenty minutes later the same young woman that rang me out at the first window, pushed a plastic cart outside with bags of food and drink carriers piled on it making me get out of the van and open the back doors.

"Thank you miss." I said to her as she started helping me set the food in the back of the van.

"You're welcome but my name is Bella…I mean Isabella, but you can call me Bella." She said as she flushed slightly and became a bit shy.

"I'm Vince, you can call me Vince." I teased lightly with a smile on my face.

"Hi Vince, is all of this for you?" She asked me while swaying her hips slowly from side to side while looking at me.

"Nah, had a welcome home party last night…things got a little wild this is for everyone when they wake up." I replied to her finding her antics a bit cute it didn't help that she looked like Bella Thorne.

"Cool, you look like a steak and bagel guy so I put a couple in this bag for you along with a couple of hash browns, and I figured you'd like sprite so here…my phone number is in the bag on the receipt." She told me before running back into the restaurant stopping at the door to send a little nervous wave.

'I'd hit that.' I thought to myself as I I held the bag and the large soft drink cup in my hand while kicking the back door shut before climbing back into the driver's seat setting my bag of food on the seat the drink in the cup holder before digging through the bag for the receipt, finding it reading over Bella's phone number before tucking it away in my one of the little pockets of my wallet.

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Getting back to the garage and Clubhouse finding Gemma busying herself cleaning up and kicking those who were asleep on the floor awake as I carried in bags of McDonald's having eaten on the drive back.

"Morning Gemma." I greeted while walking over giving her a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

"Good morning Vince, did you like your present?" Gemma asked me with a little smirk playing on her lips.

"Ehh, she got the job done…have Luann keep an eye out for me though I cummed inside of her over a dozen times and she refused the money I tried giving her for an abortion if she does end up pregnant." I told Gemma who smacked me across the face, and shook her head disappointedly.

"I'll ask Luann, but you should have wrapped your dick or made her swallow." Gemma told me while angrily going back to cleaning the floor.

"You're right I should have." I nodded but grabbed her by the shoulder.

"Don't hit me again I let it happen this time, I won't next time I'm not a little kid for you to mother anymore Gemma." I told the woman who's whole body tensed as I leaned in and spoke softly in her ear.

"Anyways good morning." I said again giving her another kiss on the cheek before going around and waking everyone up.

"Come on assholes get up we need to meet at church." I said as I went into the apartments flipping beds over pushing people off of the couches in the main area of the clubhouse until the everyone with a vote was up and moving around.

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'Fuck, Clay hasn't gotten me this wet in years.' Gemma thought to herself as her panties became soaked as Vince spike softly in her ear in a way that revved her up to no end.

Before she went back to cleaning.

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An hour later everyone including the recent patched in Juan Carlos or rather Juice Ortiz, were sitting around the reaper table.

"Alright so, what's this about Vince?" Clay asked while rubbing the sleep from his eyes while most everyone else was nursing hangovers and eating the McDonald's.

"One issue is that you guys managed to get on the radar of some hot shot Assistant District Attorney for the state of California who, visited me in Lompoc and tired getting me to flip on the club because of this little guy here." I said smacking my hand down on Juice's shoulder as he sat next to me.

Everyone one at the table made a questioning sound.

"What are you talking about?" Juice asked me looking shocked and ready to throw down.

"Easy there kiddo, let me explain…he came at me with some bullshit about the club accepting Negros now after my sacrifice, he told me your pops was black. Personally I don't care, and you look more white than even Hispanic if I'm being honest but I figured it was best to bring this before the club now before this is used in the future to try and blackmail or make Juice here feel unsafe in his own club." I told everyone before patting Juice on the shoulder who looked at me with his mouth hanging open while I looked around at everybody.

"For all we know this is bullshit, just sowm worthless government stuge trying to fracture the club." Bobby Munson said making everyone nod.

"Juicy, what does your paperwork say?" Chibs asked the guy that seemed like he was about to have a panic attack.

"It, it says I'm Hispanic..I never even met my dad." Juice said as he started to grow more twitchy and panicked while looking around at everybody.

"Aye, than that's what you are half of us here don't even know who our father's are." Chibs joked while walking over patting Juice on the back reassuringly.

"And the other half of us that does wishes we didn't." I joked getting a laugh out of everyone.

"So what did he try to get out of you?" Clay asked me the matter of Juices supposed birth father put to rest.

"Tried getting me to give him anything that could allow him to come after the club with RICO, the guy's a total douchebag even ride a Triumph to make himself feel cool." I told the club getting a chuckle out of most but Clay cupped his hands together while resting his elbows on the table.

"This is concerning, but nothing we can't handle, we'll deal with it as it comes to us from now on I want everyone using burners for everything, change them out after two weeks or if things get bloody." Clay said making all of us nod in acceptance.

"The next order of business, it's been brought to me that one of our brother's who recently just came home, would like to go Nomad. Is that still what you want Vincent?" Clay asked me and I nodded while everyone at the table let out shocked exclamations.

Jax and Opie looked at me like I'd stabbed them in the back which made me feel like shit.

"Vince, man…why?" Jax asked for himself and Opie.

"Jax, Op…you guys wouldn't understand, I spent most of my life in prison at this point…there's a lot out there I want to see and do, I love this club, I love you guys you're my family but I need to do this for me, I'm not going to be gone forever and I'll visit or stay regularly, but I can't spend all my time here it'll be like being in prison again just with a different view." I told them all and felt Chibs grab my shoulder in reassurance.

"You heard it from him so let's put it to a vote, all in favor of Vincent Keller going Nomad say Aye all those against say Nay." Clay said while Chibs walked back over to his chair taking his seat across from me.

"Aye." Tig said while giving me a thumbs up.

"Nay, I understand you went through a lot of shit for us for the club but we just got you back and we need you here." Bobby voted and told me which I nodded on response to showing him that there wasn't any bad blood between us after all the man was an uncle to me.

"You sure this is what you want brother?" Chibs asked me his Scottish accent coming through.

"It is Chibs." I replied back to the man.

"I don't like this choice but it's your's to make brother, so aye." Chibs said to me while a sad look shined in his eyes while meeting my gaze.

"Thank you, Chibs." I replied back to the man who nodded and started eating a Mcgriddle.

"Aye." Happ voted while nodding to me which I nodded back to him in thanks.

Opie looked at me for a long minute.

"Aye." Opie said finally before nodding to me regretfully.

"You should have taken your time before coming to this decision son, but you'll always be a part of this club whether you wear a Nomad patch or not, my vote is aye." Piney Winston said making me feel that as long as he was here I'd have a man in my corner even if he couldn't hardly move around with needing his oxygen tank.

Next up was Juice.

"When I joined the club Jax told me that the Club becomes your family your number one priority, blood home all of it takes a back seat to the club and your brothers. I've heard stories about you since day one, I'd like to get to know my brother…and I can't say I understand what you've gone through, but if my brother thinks it's best for himself to go Nomad than who am I to stop him, I vote aye." Juice said to me while turning to look me in the eyes and I nodded to him.

"I look forward to getting to know you too Juice." I said to the guy before we mutually pulled each other into a bro hug while sitting which felt awkward as fuck.

'Fuck man, this sure is taking a long ass time.' I thought to myself while realizing it's my turn to vote as everyone looked at me.

"I know before I went in a I was the minister of diplomacy, my position in the club is an important one and it's about time my position was filled by someone up on the current events allies enemies and all that, you all know my vote but I'll say it anyways Aye I approve my request to go Nomad." I said to everyone who nodded even though I could tell most didn't agree.

Next was Kyle the guy that would cause Opie to get sent to prison for ditching him like a little bitch.

"I vote Aye." Kyle said as him and my predecessor never had a good relationship.

"Brother, I don't want to see you wearing anything but a Redwood patch, and I want you here with us but this is what you want, my vote is a yes." Jax said though he looked pretty down while saying it.

"I can already tell you're sure son, so you have my vote. Ten yae one nay, transfer approved." Clay said to me while hitting the gaval against the table and taking a Nomad patch from his pocket.

"I already talked to Quin last night after Gemma brought this up to me after bringing you home son." Clay continued while standing up along with everyone else walking over to me and pulling me into a hug.

"Here, when you're ready give Jax or me you're other patches." Clay said while kissing my cheeks before handing me the Nomad patch.

"Thank you Clay." I said to the man before Jax came over and gave me a hug that made my ribs creek followed by Opie.

'God I'm so sick of dudes hugging me.' 8 thought to myself as I sat on a bar stool grabbing out another steak, cheese bagel breakfast sandwich and a hash brown.

Gemma walked over and hugged me tightly.

"I'm going to worry about you all the time baby so make sure you come home and call often, okay?" Gemma said to me while holding me tight.

"Now, would you like me to do your patches for you? I know how…easily you get frustrated with sewing" Gemma asked with a bit of amusement in her voice since she helped my predecessor stich his other patches on his cut too.

"Nah, I can handle it…but thank you for the offer." I told her as she released me from the right hug and wiped away the wetness in her eyes.