Small summary:
- Jax decides to mess with Gangle at the worst time and finds out pretty soon there's way more to Gangle than what he knew.
small info:
-Gangle is a Dom
-Gangle is also a futa
-there's somewhat aftercare.
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It was the middle of the night, and Jax couldn't sleep. What is new I mean none of them need sleep. It's nice passing the time in this hell hole somehow. He was bored and growing more and more frustrated by the second, there was NOTHING to do at all when everyone was asleep. Just silence, and boredom.
All the sudden, he got the amazing idea of a prank, of course his antics never took a rest, not even at night.
"I could sneak in Gangles room and break all of her stupid art"
he thought to himself.
"tho it will be more of a favor. Those scribbles are anything but art."
With that he slowly looked through his collection of keys and carefully picked up a red one, belonging to Gangle's room door.
quietly, he tip toed out of his room and into Gangle's. There she was sleeping. Mouth wide open snoring, legs spread, and some cartoony z's coming out from the top of her head. she looked like a drunk hobo, Jax thought to himself, trying to stop himself from laughing.
He turned and looked at her drawings. He picked up each one ripping it to shreds. Until he found a big one, it was on a canvas, and he had no idea how to break this one. So he grabbed it and smashed it over his knee.
The noise it made was louder than he anticipated.
"What. The. F**k"
He heard a pissed off voice coming from behind him. Turning around he sees Gangle, wide awake, getting out of bed and inching closer towards him.
"What are you doing here- are those-" gangle looked around her room that was now filled with ripped papers all over the floor and desk and in the middle of it, that fucking jerk. Hiding something behind his back.
"Jax." She began speaking "what do you have behind you?" Her voice was cold and threteaning.
Jax, surprisingly, for the first time, didn't feel the need to humor her, to mock or make fun of her. No. Instead he felt something towards her he never thought he'd feel. Fear.
"Oh well- it's nothing Gangle-"
he started to look around
nervously.
"in fact- you're not even awake right now. This is all a dream so- you should go back to slee-"
His bullshit was cut short by her snatching the broken canvas from behind him. A look of shock on her face as she stared down at her hands, wich now held the broken piece of art she took months to paint.
"How- How could you?"
She said, looking up at him, her face frowning in anger.
Jax rubbed his arm nervously, opening his mouth to speak, probably to say some lie or excuse, but it was cut short by a slap to his face. He stumbled back holding his face looking up at Gangle in horror. He didn't expect her to ever be able of committing such violent act as to slap somone. Even if it was HIM. Let alone it being so powerful.
"You've always gone away with stuff. I've always let you get away with stuff. Because I felt bad for you."
She began speaking, her voice was low and husky, she never really sounded like this. It sounded so unusual to Jax that he just looked up at her in confusing shock. Feeling bad for him? Let him? What did she mean by this?
