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hotdamnhunnam · 4 months

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On Your Knees

A/N: So as I noted in this teaser thingy, I don’t really intend to be back on tumblr actively, BUT I just couldn’t resist writing for Kai!! This fic will be smutty, while also providing a bit of backstory that I feel he needs and deserves honestly. I fucking love this guy 💗

Pairing: Kai x F!Reader Warnings: smut (p in v, oral), swearing, dom!Kai, dirty talk (but it’s not until Part 2 that shit gets degrading and dark) Word Count: ~3.8k

“On your knees.”

It’s been forever and a day, since you last laid your eyes on Kai. Since then you’ve searched for him across the whole entire fucking sky. Whatever words you had expected him to say… you never would have dreamt of these.

On your knees.

The blood in your veins is on fire; it burns as the blue of his gaze starts to freeze. The blaze rises higher, so desperate to melt down this fortress of ice that you hadn’t believed you would find. Paid the rumors no mind—he’s a bounty hunter or a gun for hire, who would sell his soul to any well-paying buyer, or so everybody agrees—yet you’ve come here to seek out the true heart of gold that you know lies behind. But all gold can be sold and it seems that he’s taken his fees.

And now he’s set on taking whatever he damn well may please.

Your voice escapes your throat pathetically. “Kai, it’s me…”

Cocks his head. Lifts his brow. Silent laughter at what you just said. Obviously. But who you are doesn’t mean shit to him now. “Aye, I see.”

You might just choke. The heart that never once stopped beating for this godforsaken rogue just fucking broke.

He snickers down as if the beating of your heart is just a joke. The curl of those cruel lips holds even more force than his words. And that’s what brings you to your knees and makes you weak, so weak it hurts, as he comes close and rests his palm against your cheek, piercing your soul straight to the core with just one stroke.

Straight to the core. Summon what strength you have to speak, unsure whether the vows that you once made have any value anymore. “I’ve come back to you just as I swore…”

“Of course,” he utters as those ice-blue eyes seek out and strike the deepest truth in yours. “You’ve come to me just as you were before: still nothing but a worthless fucking whore.”

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--- Years Earlier ---

“Impressive.”

You smile over your shoulder as he comes up from behind to wrap his arms tightly around you, in a warm embrace that’s all at once affectionate and aggressive. Passionate and possessive. Just as his touch is every night when he pins you to bed and pounds you.

Kai is wildly impressed to see you standing tall at the helm of this ship where he’s found you. The ship is in shambles and beaten down, long since abandoned here out on the plains past the outskirts of town. Still the grandeur of spacefaring vessels like this never fails to astound you. The freedom that they represent gives you hope that someday you and Kai might escape from this planet that’s bound to the rule of a ruthless imperial crown.

Yet this starship is broken and dead. It feels good to stand here for a bit and pretend you can steer it—steer something for once in your life so that you can cling onto what little is left of your spirit, forge on towards the future instead of just having to fear it… but you know it’s best not to let false hope get to your head.

“You’d make a fetching pilot, love,” Kai purrs into your ear while he plants kisses on the soft skin of your neck. “So fucking hot I think you might stir up the engine of this wreck. Won’t be surprised if you just up and fly it off.”

The laughter on your lips melts into his, as you lean back to taste his kiss. “I wish I could. The two of us would fuck shit up in space so good.”

“Aye, that we would.”

For now Kai is more than content to fuck you up against the window of this spacecraft and you both know that’s exactly what’s in store. Know you were put upon this planet just to serve him as his filthy little whore. On any planet you would always be just that and nothing more.

Through the layers of both of your clothes you can feel the thick length of his shaft, pressed up against your lower half. Desperate hands reach into his pants to set him free and grasp at every perfect inch of him that you exist to worship and adore.

“Impressive,” you echo his words from before.

He chuckles in that playfully suggestive, sinful way that always hits you in the slick heat of your core. The man knows he’s massive. He wields his cock like a damn weapon of war.

But with you it’s a war fought for love and he makes it so pure.

It’s just unfathomable to you that this man is fucking yours.

You’ve only ever been to this small corner of the vast expanse of space, yet when you look upon his face, you have no doubt that he’s the most beautiful man in all the universe.

As ever in his presence you’re tempted to fall on your knees. It’s your favorite position: to kneel before him in submission. To swallow his cock till he fills your throat with his delicious release. Kai knows this but is ever the tease. He knows just what you’re wishing, but holds you up right where you are to prevent you from sinking so he can keep kissing your lips, one hand gripping your hips, while the other roams over the parts of your body that nobody else ever sees.

“K-Kai please…”

“What is it you want?” he sadistically taunts, and then animalistically grunts, as he feels the wetness of your cunt.

You can’t speak, at the touch of his fingers exploring the treasures they seek.

So he feeds you the words. “This big cock in that sweet little mouth of yours?”

“Yes—please, yes…!” you gasp, heightening his desire as well as your own as you handle his hardness with long strokes and squeezes, loving how it throbs in your tightening grasp.

Kai loves making you plead, getting off on the way that you moan for him over and over again. Till he’s ready to finally provide what you need. Ready now then he reckons. A wicked smirk crosses his mouth and it threatens to end you this second. “Indeed. Since you’re beggin’.”

At last then he lets you sink down to the floor, where you instantly bury your face in his crotch and start slobbering madly all over his cock because this is what you fucking live for.

He smells and tastes simply divine. Better than any man fucking should. Smash your nose in the fine golden hairs at the base of his dick and get drunk on his scent like it’s wine… swipe your tongue up the length in a sensuous line…God it’s good. The salt and sweetness and the musk with earthy undertones of wood. You know nothing of what gods exist in this world or the next, other than being certain that Kai is a living breathing god of sex.

His fingers tangle in your hair, pulling you closer into him and holding you right fucking there. It’s heaven when he plows your throat. No other feeling could compare. You reach to clutch at the firm muscles of his ass and meet his blue gaze as you eagerly wait for him to unravel and explode. The twinkle in his eye reminds you that you’re his and that he never wants to share, just as he’s yours and no one else deserves the privilege to take his precious load.

You take it down with your cheeks hollowed, throat contracting tight around him as he groans in utter bliss. Your love for him deepens with every drop you’ve swallowed, since the day when you first met and every day and night that’s followed. Didn’t think it would be possible to love him more than this. To be so cock-drunk and so lovestruck… fuck, it’s glorious.

Your worship of him always takes him somewhere far beyond the stars. So fucking far. He loves the whore you are, just as you love the whore he is. The kind of love that heals as deeply as it scars. You’re only whores for one another which is why the love you make is always pure no matter how dirty it is.

He worships you in turn, that filthy mouth on him a fire-breathing sin. Making you burn. Laying his claim to every last inch of your skin and every fiber of your being deep within. Your impulse is to be down on your knees for him but when the man insists on pleasuring your cunt—because for him your pleasure’s always at the forefront—well of course you just give in.

And then he fucks your cunt to pieces to make sure you won’t ever forget that his sex is the reason you’re living.

You can’t begin to wrap your mind around him being so damn perfect. But you sure as hell can wrap your pussy tight around the war weapon that’s pumping deep inside of you so powerfully erect. Both of you like it good and rough, and soon enough, this stranded spaceship’s not the only thing that’s wrecked.

The vessel tilts a little bit with his last thrust; this ship is huge but so is Kai, and he’s apparently so strong that he just rocked the goddamned deck. That shit is so insanely hot you might just die. Combust. Crumble to dust. As you both come down from the high, your pulse is racing and he traces its pace with his parted lips pressed to your neck.

The two of you remain entwined for hours, as you always do. Whispering sweet nothings that you wish could be true. Let’s just pretend this ship is ours. That the universe is ours. That we’ll fly away, and soar the skies someday, just me and you. But nothing is nothing regardless of how sweet it seems, and you can’t fly away from the fact that the universe bows to formidable powers. To forces that devastate dreams, through and through.

To the powers that be. Powers that crush all hopes of ever being free or being happy.

Kai reads your mind as your thoughts drift to that dark place. Knows that it’s time to tell you what he came to say, when he found you aboard this ship today, before he got distracted and ended up fucking your brains out past the farthest reaches of space. It’s not a message that he’s eager to convey. But it’s an order that you can’t really afford to disobey.

Still he wants you to stay, blue eyes begging you to as he softly caresses your face. Yet he knows on some level that dreams of resistance are silly to chase. That the price of just one slice of heaven is steep and there’ll be hell to pay.

He clears his throat and breathes in deep, wishing the price weren’t so damn steep. “Meant to tell you that he’s been… requesting your presence again.”

You had known to expect this. Chosen to neglect this. As if you could run to some empty abandoned starship to hide from the constant demands of that monster who thinks he’s a god among men.

But you can’t and to even attempt this… is useless and reckless. Though Kai referred to the imperial officer’s order as just a request, it was obviously a command. So you stand, smooth your skirt with a trembling hand—knowing Kai wishes he could hold on to you now and protect what is rightfully his—but your honor is yours to defend. No one else’s. All yours in the end.

He knows this too but wishes he didn’t. He hates this part. Watching you leave is the part when he cages his heart, locking it in a block of cement. “So you’ll just run off to him then?”

All too familiar with his defense mechanisms, you don’t halt your rhythm. The whole fiasco of this moment is always the same with him, despite the fact that he must know this isn’t something either one of you enjoys. So rather than rushing to blame him, or letting the swell of emotions inside you erupt into violence, you cast him a side glance, remind him in silence: it’s not as if I have a choice.

Evidently today the cement is much thicker than usual; the next words off his lips at your lack of response come off particularly cruel. “What, lost your dignity and your voice?”

God, he knows how to hit your inner slut, and make her want to die. To bleed her dry. His name escapes your throat in a defeated sigh. “Kai…”

He hates himself right now more than that monstrous fucking officer or anyone at all. Down to his core. Your knees just buckled and he rushes to catch you before you fall, but he’s so broken now himself that you both end up on the floor, down on your knees. The words he’d just uttered were driven by demons he’s struggling to bury—lately there have been a whole lot of these. Pulls you in close and releases his heart from its stone wall, as he dissolves into a mess of regrets and apologies. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”

Inevitably you end up making love, which is the only answer when words aren’t enough. Soft and slow. But it has to end quickly, because you have somewhere to be. Can’t hold on to the afterglow. Leave before tears overflow. Just a few words then you have to go.

You wish Kai could see things from your point of view. He gives you every reassurance that he gets it; his response earlier was impossibly harsh but he clearly regrets it. Still you can’t help but feel as if he’s disappointed in you. Despite how authoritative the Imperium is and the consequences that are sure to ensue if you stand up against it… he sees your obeying the officer’s orders as something you’re making the choice to do.

And that view baffles you because how could you possibly choose to do something that fucking destroys you?

The officer knows all your weaknesses. If you should ever defy him he’d go after Kai, to hit you where he knows it would hurt you the most and you can’t stand to think or to speak of this. You’d rather die. And your fear of that terrible punishment forces your hand; you must heed his command. Without having to spell this shit out you just wish Kai would understand why.

“I understand,” he says, but he can’t meet your pleading gaze. He’s not quite certain whether what he said is true, and surely you would see right through. Instead looks out the spacecraft window at the distant stars that deign to cast their rays upon this conquered stretch of land. It feels like pity and that shit infuriates him in a million fucking ways. “I understand, I do. It just kills me to think of someone else inside you—”

“Kai, I’ve told you time and time again to trust me that he hasn’t…”

“That’s not even what I meant.”

“It’s what you said.”

With worlds of pain behind his plaintive eyes he reaches out to cup your cheek then smooths his thumb across the creases in your forehead. “What I meant is that I just can’t shake this sense that he’s gotten inside your head. To men like that nothing is sacred. He’s attracted to your spirit ‘cause he knows that he can break it. Wants to wait for you to give your body to him though it’s well within his power to just take it. And whatever little honor you’ve got left down to the final fucking shred… he won’t stop till it’s fucking dead.”

His warning chills you to the bone, because you know it to be true. For better or worse you’ve got some defense mechanisms of your own. Just a few. Brush off his touch and clench your jaw and let a little bit of spite sharpen your tone. “So then what would you have me do? Not all of us can be as honorable as you.”

Now his jaw clenches too. So hard that he might be at risk of breaking it. “The choice is yours, of course,” he mutters, eyes flashing an icy shade of blue. “Just know you’re making it. Don’t hide behind the lie your hand was forced.”

At that you turn to leave him with a scoff, throwing a bitter glare that tells him to fuck off.

But just before you disembark, you catch a glimpse of some metallic thing that glimmers in the dark. The mess of clothes that Kai had flung off of his shoulders when he fucked you up against the window, some hours ago… he’d had a gun tucked in among them and the sight of it right now is fucking stark. You have no reason to be shocked about it though.

He wasn’t hiding it from you; the fact that he’s been packing unauthorized arms is something you already knew. That doesn’t mean it’s something you wanted to know. Seeing this fatal metal thing strikes you as such a blunt reminder of what he intends to do. And you know where it’s bound to go.

Where your gaze and your thoughts wander his always follow. “There’s a strategy session set up for tomorrow,” he states in reference to the folks in your town who believe independence is something that any respectable person would die to defend. Even if it means battling forces against which they can’t even try to contend. “May be able to make concrete plans now that we’ve finally got enough guns stashed in our secret cargo. I already know better than to ask whether you’d want to attend. Guess the answer will always be no.”

The two of you have talked about this countless times before. And every time it turns to fucking when you both can’t bear the talking anymore. It’s irresponsible and immature, but in the rosy throes of youth, it seems to you love is the only fucking truth, the only thing you know for sure. The only thing that’s clear and pure. Love keeps you whole so you don’t fall apart from fear of what your hopeless-looking future has in store.

But you’re not that young, and you can’t just fuck away these pressing issues for that long. He can’t just kiss you to prevent the words from falling off your tongue. He knows it too and so you sit and talk for once and hope shit doesn’t go too wrong.

You admire and love him for being so brave and so strong. Tell him so. But that small band of big-hearted rebels is not somewhere you feel you’ll ever belong. He has to let it go.

And you have to let go of your hope that he might change his mind. That he might decide doing what makes sense to simply survive matters more than misguided delusions of honor chasing after some kind of freedom he won’t ever find.

You tenderly caress his face and feel the warmth of his blood rush to meet your hand. It’s all that you can do to pray his precious blood won’t spill someday fighting a war over some worthless stretch of land. This lovely planet is your home but in your eyes it’s all worth nothing without Kai. “I know how fiercely you believe in your brothers, and in your friends. In the rebellion that all of you have planned. What terrifies me is this feeling that it’s fucking doomed to fail and if you die… I can’t fathom anything worse. Of course I know the choice to fight with them is yours, but for my part I’m not as brave as all the others. I can’t bring myself to stand behind this cause when I’m afraid it won’t be worth it in the end. Please understand.”

Kai leans into your touch and turns his face to kiss your palm, cracking a sad smile to fight the tears that otherwise would come. Unshed they shine like stars hiding behind his eyes so blue. “Aye, I do.”

It’s a lie. Lie as big as the sky. But he hides behind it till it might become true, or at least fucking tries to.

At that it’s time for you to go, fearing that you should have done so hours ago. The sheer pressure of fear shatters you; fact is deep down it shatters him too. He just copes with his hopes and fears in a more complicated way.

“I promise I will always come back to you.” These are the same words that you always say, when you leave—words you fiercely believe—to assure him that nothing could keep you away.

When you leave him with those words Kai usually lets you, eventually once he’s done venting all his pent up rage and dealing every card he has to play. But evidently not today. “You wouldn’t have to. If you’d just stay.”

The way his voice trembles with gentleness, with selflessness, as he abandons every one of his defenses… it fucking kills you when he gets this way. It doesn’t happen often, and it always makes your heart open and soften. “That’s true. Maybe I can keep him waiting just one day…”

His eyes go wide, unable to believe that this is something you would actually decide. It makes him love you even more and suddenly he’s shy and blushing as if he thinks he’s unworthy of the privilege of your touch. “Or just one hour or one minute for I ought to know I shouldn’t ask too much—”

You shut him up with your forefinger pressed against his luscious lip. Provocatively bite your own to make it known that you want him to spend all day fucking you up against this ship.

Last time he did it shook the whole entire deck; maybe this time the sex will be so fucking hot that it’ll set fire to this wreck. Wouldn’t put anything past Kai. It’d be a perfect way to die.

Slamming your back against the window of this wrecked dreadnought, he effortlessly reads your every thought—goddamn that thought just now was a particularly bold one—and from his wicked smirk it’s plain to see that he agrees it would be perfect and insanely fucking hot. “You might want to hold on.”

And you do, clinging closely to him like the sky clings to stars at the coming of dawn. In the bright glare of day they’ll no longer shine through. But that won’t mean they’re gone.

Here tonight, and even if they’re out of sight, come morning light… all the stars in his eyes shine for you. With those stars guiding you, you’ll hold on.

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… To be continued in Part 2!

The plan is for Part 2 to explore more of the earlier timeline and also carry forward the opening scene of course, which is when dark degrading dom!Kai will be out in full force 🔥

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daydreamingatnight209 · 2 years

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“He called me Mom”

Jax Teller x Female Reader

Warnings- Fluff? 💕

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Abel wasn’t biologically yours, Wendy bailed when he was born, Tara bailed just after his first birthday. So, no Abel wasn’t biologically yours but he will always be your son no matter what any piece of paper said.

You and Jax had known each other since you were children, you had always been in his life, when Wendy left and Tara broke him, it was you who was there.

Jax always held a special place in your heart, you loved him and never believed that he would ever love you back.

You were wrong.

You knew it would never be like the love he had for Tara, or like the chaotic feelings he once had for Wendy, but it was still love. A different love but a love still as strong and as magical as any other.

It has Abel awhile to to warm to up you, confused as to why Tara wasn’t around anymore, even at 6 months he was ridiculously aware of his surroundings, but he adapted well and now calls you “daddy’s friend” or so you thought.

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Jax had just come back from a run, just in time to help with your children’s bedtime routine. Abel had missed his dad over the last few days , not really understanding at 3 years old why his dad has to go away sometimes, because of this Jax was on story time duty.

After giving your second son, Thomas; who you gave birth too 3 months ago, with Jax, a bath you stopped to listen outside Abel’s door.

You could hear the boy giggle as his father read the book in his ‘funny voices’.

Pretty soon after you heard Jax wish him goodnight and turn out the light.

You carry Thomas to the nursery and ensure he is settled before climbing into bed yourself, Jax following shortly afterwards.

You had fallen into a habit of sleeping lightly after Thomas was born so it wasn’t a surprise that the slight fussing noises from the baby monitor awoke you a few hours later.

Thinking it was Thomas you climb out of bed, telling jax to go back to sleep as you hear him stirring, only to be surprised to see little Abel opening the bedroom door. His cheeks were damp and you hear the same sniffling noises from the monitor leave him.

He shuffles towards your side of the bed.

“Mommy, Mommy” he whimpers, but all you could do was stare in shock.

Was he calling out to you? He hadn’t called you mom before.

Jax who was suddenly awake, clambers over the bed to pick up his son and place him in between the both of you.

“What did you call Y/N Abel” he asks, just as shocked as you.

All Abel did was crawl into your lap, calling out for you again, washing away any doubt that you misheard him.

“Me stay with you mommy, mommy please”

Your heart broke for him as you held him tight.

“He must of had a bad dream” you whisper to Jax as he continues to look at you as his son clutches onto your t-shirt, refusing to let go.

You slowly rock the little boy back into a slumber, singing a nursery rhyme as you soothe him.

Jax brings his family together by bringing in a sleeping Thomas and lays him on his chest.

Looking down at Abel in awe you mumble to yourself “He called me his mom”

Jax’s presses a kiss onto your head as his holds his second born close, just enjoying such a rare family moment.

“That’s because you are”

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intoanotherworld23 · 10 months

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Deep Water II

Characters: Frankie Morales, Will Miller, Ben Miller, Santiago Garcia and female reader

Warnings: Some swear words and mention of killings and murder

Summary: Waking up in a room that isn’t your own you suddenly remember you were kidnapped by a dangerous gang called the Frontiers, and you get to talk to your captors a little more

Part 1 Part 3

Quickly blinking your eyes open as you stared up at the ceiling wondering where you were. Everything looked and seemed normal but you did not recognize the place. Rubbing your eyes as you sat up trying to remember what happened.

Feeling that sudden prick in the side of your neck it hitting you that the men of The Frontiers had kidnapped you. Taken your against your will after you had witnessed them murder an innocent man. Although you have absolutely no idea if he was innocent or not.

All you could hear in your head was the sound of a gun going off, and a man's body hitting the floor. Images flashed through your brain as they so casually slumped his bloody figure into the car. Unable to get the sent of metallic out of your nose.

It didn't matter cause they still didn't have a right to take you away. Feeling like you still had liquor in your system. Your hair and your face probably looked like a train wreck right now. Still wearing the same clothes that you had on feeling sticky and hot.

Taking a closer look at your surroundings you noticed the room looked like someone was already living in it. There was a dresser that had all kinds of cologne on top of it, and a shelf that had books stacked on every inch of the shelves.

This was a massive room whoever was living in it, and you hated to admit but you were kind of jealous. You've never seen a bedroom just as big as your entire apartment.

In the corner there was a pile of clothes stacked in a hamper that were clearly a man's. Nothing in here indicated to you who was living in here, but you really didn't care at the moment. You just wanted to get out of this room and get the hell out of here.

Just as you started to get off the bed you looked over to the nightstand to see a white note along with some water. Picking up the piece of paper you realized the note was written for you.

Come downstairs when you're ready

Will xx

As you held the note in your hand you debated whether or not you really wanted to go downstairs. It was probably just a rouse or a trick to get you to be around them so they could kill you or rape you. A shiver running up your spine at the thought of what their hands could do.

Right now all you wish you had in this moment was your mother. To have her holding you in her arms as she rocked you back and forth to comfort you. Telling you sweet things in your ear until you smiled. Brushing your hair until you could fall asleep.

Having nobody and feeling so alone was the most dangerous thing you could feel. It was like falling down a deep dark hole that you just couldn't escape. Trying to claw your way up only to fall further down.

Hearing voices below silently reminding you what situation you were in. These men were probably never going to let you go, and that you might as well just accept it. Grabbing the water bottle uncapping it as you chugged half of it contents, but it still didn't quench your thirst.

Placing your feet on the cold floor as you quietly stepped towards the door. Soon as you opened the door you kept smacking yourself in the head for not walking away from the alley when you had the chance. If only you had your mother or father to get you out of this.

Walking down the hall slowly trying to listen in what they were saying, but all you could hear were muffled sounds. Peeking around the corner down to the stairs to see them all sitting in a humongous living room chatting.

"You know he's going to come looking for him." Frankie had spoke as he lifted up his beer to take a sip.

"You think I don't fucking know that?" Will spat back at him as he rubbed his forehead in stress.

They obviously knew the man was of some importance otherwise they wouldn't be worrying about it so much. He had to have been an enemy of theirs, and they didn't want to start a war with them. The last thing they wanted was to piss on someone else’s front yard. They knew how to handle things accordingly before they got out of control.

"I'm just saying man." He put his hands up in defense.

"Anybody could have killed the poor bastard." It almost scared you how cold he was acting after murdering someone in public.

"How are we going to get rid of the body?" Santi asked looking between all of them in genuine curiosity.

"We burn his body and put his ashes and everything else in a trash bag." His suggestion came so quickly since he's obviously murdered people before. "Nobody will ever know."

"I say we just come clean and come to a truce." Benny suggested which made Will laugh menacingly. "In case they do find out."

"That's a stupid fucking idea." Taking a huge gulp of what looked like whiskey hissing as it went down his throat. "We'll get rid of any trace it was us."

"He's not an idiot Will he'll know it was us." Santi responded lounging back on the leather couch.

“Yeah than he’ll be knocking on our front door.” Frankie mumbled loud enough.

“More like shooting our front door.” Benny shot back which only irritate Will even more.

"Enough." Will bellowed as his cheeks started to turn red with frustration. "We're done talking about it."

"What about the girl?" Benny asked after a few moments of silence and that definitely got your ears perked up now.

"What about her?" Will said raising his eyebrows at him in question.

"I mean what are we gonna do with her?" Leaning forward so his elbows were leaned against his knees in genuine concern for you. "She can't get involved in this."

"We keep her here until she is of no use to us." When those words left his lips you felt yourself gulping but a lump forming in your throat making you panic.

"We're not killing her William." Frankie exclaimed the other two men nodding their heads in agreement. "She's done nothing wrong."

"I won't kill her." Sighing heavily as he crossed his arms over his chest. "It's her name that's keeping her alive."

Scrunching your brows you wondered what he could have possibly meant by that. Pondering if your father was involved in stuff that he maybe shouldn't have been. Maybe this is what they didn't want you to know growing up. The less you knew about what he did the better.

Maybe that's why they kidnapped you thinking they could find some use of you. Although it didn't make sense given the fact that your family was dead, and it was probably by an enemy of his.

Standing there with even more kinds of questions running through your mind now. If only your parents were alive to help answer these questions cause you already knew that those men down there certainly weren't going to answer them for you.

"Good morning darling." A voice rang out as you started to back away groaning knowing you'd been caught. "Hear something interesting?"

You were like a child who got caught with their hand in the cookie jar. Your entire body froze and you couldn’t find it in yourself to move quick enough. Feeling like their was something stuck in your throat. Finding it extremely hard to swallow that saliva that built in your mouth.

"Come down and join us." He waved over to you to come down which you timidly did.

Walking down the steps you kept your eyes downward not wanting to look up. Even though you could feel all there eyes on you. It was like that spotlight was on you again, and you just wanted the ground to swallow you whole.

Hesitating on taking the last step off the stairs to what could be your doom. Looking up to see all of them staring at you with different looks on their faces. Benny and Santi gave you a smile, Frankie gave you a wink while Will had a dangerous twinkle in his eye.

Almost like he was challenging you to cross the line or challenge him. He didn't seem like the type of person you wanted to cross or even piss off. At the same time though you couldn't help but admire each and every one of them.

They were handsome in there own unique way. If they weren't blood soaked killers you probably would be flirting with them right now. Feeling your cheeks heating up under there intense gazes rocking back and forth on your heels.

As you glanced around you could tell that this wasn't just a house but a full on mansion. It was pretty clear that these men were living a lavish lifestyle. They could probably buy anything they wanted with a snap of there fingers.

"How are you feeling?" Benny asked as he stood up to stand in front of you.

"Fine." Voice was so dry it sounded gruff making you let out a cough to clear your throat.

"Are you hungry?" Frankie spoke up making you look over at him with a quizzical look not expecting any of them to be nice. "Could make you some beef stroganoff?"

"Um." That was a complete shock not expecting him to be a cook at most you thought cold pizza out of the fridge. "Sure."

Giving you a wink he took off into the kitchen to starting preparing your meal. Looking out the window seeing the sun shining brightly in the room. It looked like it was morning time although you could be wrong and your brain is tricking you right now. It looked like it was morning, but since he offered you dinner food it clearly wasn't.

Which means that you have slept for more than eighteen hours. Never in your life have you ever slept that long, and it was only cause they drugged you. Thanking your lucky stars they didn't use too much, and accidentally killing you with an overdose.

Looking back over to the rest of the men you noticed Will was looking your body up and down with a close eye. Quickly looking away when he made eye contact with you. Hearing a light chuckle slip past his lips.

"Relax we're not gonna kill you." Will joked after a few minutes of awkward silence making your eyes widen. It was in bad taste. "Yet."

"Jesus man don't fuck with her like that." Santi gruffed as he took in your terrified look.

"He doesn't mean that sweetheart." Benny smiled as he placed his hand on your lower back guiding you over to the couch. "You're our guest."

"Weird choice of words for a group of men that just kidnapped me." You snapped back unable to keep it from coming out of your mouth. "After they killed a man."

"The babe here can bite." Benny joked as he sat down beside you making Santi laugh and Will crack a smile.

"Harder than you think." You really were pushing it with your attitude considering they literally could snap your neck like a twig.

"I'd watch your tone sweetheart." Will caught on to you as he gave you a firm warning.

Sitting back up against the couch while you stared down Will. Pouting like a little child letting them control you like that. Your mother always taught you to never ever let a man tell you what to do.

Once again there was awkward silence as the four of you sat there and looked at each other. Silently nudging for someone else to speak up first. They figured you probably had questions and wanted to answer as many of them as they could.

"Why did you kidnap me?" Asking as you looked over to Will for a response Santi and Benny could tell this was just going to be between you two.

"Because you're a witness and we can't have you running your pretty little mouth." Will groaned as he answered when nobody else responded.

"So what do you guys do?"

"We're salesmen."

"What do you sell?"

"Stuff little girls like you have no business in buying."

"You don't know what little girls like me are into or know about."

"Judging by the way you acted after we killed that guy I'd say you've been sheltered most of your life."

"You know nothing about my life." The corner of Wills lip twitched when he knew he had struck a nerve with you.

"Just like you know nothing about us sweetheart."

"What do you want with me?"

"Nothing."

"I told you I wouldn't go to anyone I would keep quiet and you'd never hear from me."

"Like I told you that's something we can't risk."

"Are you gonna kill me?"

"Not unless you give us a reason to." He answered honestly which made you audibly gulp.

As you sat there thinking about his answers there was one question you did want to ask him, but we're too afraid to ask. It was nagging at the back of your mind to just go ahead and ask to see what he says.

"Did you know my father?" Silence.

All of them including Frankie in the kitchen was silent. They all looked to each other waiting to see if Will was going to respond. As you sat there looking at him you noticed how light his eyes really were. They were almost kind entrancing like something was tugging you to him.

Feeling your heart stating to race as the two of you looked at one another. It was like it was just the two of you in this room, and the rest of the men were disappearing. The room was starting to become smaller, and the air was becoming thicker with tension.

"Yes I did." He finally responded making you lean forward a little more your curiosity even more peaked.

"H-how?" Forgetting about who you were talking to and just cared more about what he had to say. "How did you know my father?"

“If it weren’t for your last name you wouldn’t even be alive.” His words had a cold meaning behind them almost like a warning or threat.

“How did you know him?” Asking him again but he was clearly choosing to not answer that.

"That's enough questions." He growled as he stood up and headed upstairs assuming to his room since you heard a door slam shut.

Staring straight ahead as you felt a slight ringing in your ears. Feeling that familiar lump in your throat as well as your eyes watering up. Shaking your head you looked to the other guys to be met with sympathetic looks.

It really did shock you that Will knew your father, and as soon as you start asking questions he suddenly shuts down. It was almost like he didn't want you to know the answer which was frustrating to you.

Right now your mind was all over the place like it had been scrambled. All you wanted to do right now was take a shower, wash off the smell of alcohol, get into some comfy clothes, and then go to bed. Taking a deep breath before you stood up to go back to your room.

"Dinner is ready." Frankie called from the kitchen placing your plate on the table with a soda.

"Smells delicious." Sniffing the air you almost moaned at how good it smelled.

"It's the best you'll ever have." Complimenting himself making Benny and Santi nod their heads in agreement. "I can promise you that."

"Thanks." Picking up the fork quietly jabbing the pasta and beef before placing it into your waiting mouth. "Jesus Christ this is delicious."

"The best you've ever had kind of delicious?" Frankie asked as he stood there with a hand on his hand and a smile on his face.

"Yes." Quickly jabbing some more into your mouth practically stuffing your face like a weirdo.

The guys laughed at your eagerness to eat not caring anymore, and starting to feel more comfortable around them. They were being incredibly nice and understanding of your situation.

Will on the other hand was cold and hostile towards you for some reason. One minute it felt like he felt bad for you and wanted to help you, and the next it was like he wanted to rip your throat out.

The guys were chatting around you making small talk while you ate your food in peace. For a minute you forgot where you were and what was going on in your life. Just imagining that you were back at your apartment watching tv while playing on your phone.

Speaking of your phone and your stuff, you had no idea where any of your belongings were. Patting down your pockets to feel they were all empty. Looking over at the other men debating on whether you should ask or not.

"Wheres my stuff?" Asking with a mouthful of food turning their attention to you.

"Will said it was best if you didn't have it until we can trust you." Benny answered making you scoff with a roll of your eyes.

"What if someone comes looking for me?" Not being able to come up with one person you knew that would ask where you were but you still asked anyway.

"Nobody's gonna look for you darling." Santi answered honestly with as much sweetness as he could muster. "Not that anybody wouldn't but we have ways to handle it."

"That's such bullshit." Not meaning to say that out loud but they found it funny. "Sorry."

"Sweetheart you don't have anything to apologize for." Benny gave you a huge grin showing off his white teeth.

"We actually tried convincing him to let you go." Looking over at Frankie and then the rest of the men who nodded.

"When you were passed out we told him you wouldn't tell anyone." Santi spoke up. "I mean we have the cops in our back pocket they wouldn't touch us."

"Why didn't he let me go then?" It was the one question nobody really seemed to want to answer.

"That's something he's gonna have to tell you sweetheart." That was the kind of response that you didn't want to hear.

It would be as waste of energy and time if you asked Will more questions. You'd probably irritate him so much he snap your neck, and then dispose of your body like the other man. As much as you wanted him to tell you everything it might just have to wait.

"I guess I'll go back to the room and sleep." Getting up from the chair heading towards the stairs but someone's voice stopped you.

"I wouldn't do that sweetheart." Frankie’s voice turned a little deeper making your nervous turning around to face him.

"Why not?" Quirking an eyebrow at him wondering why he told you not to go upstairs.

"Because that's Wills room."

“Then where am I supposed to sleep?”

“We’ve got a spare room all made for you.” Benny stood up as he walked over to you with a hand on your back escorting you upstairs to the room going past Wills bedroom.

Great you were going to be staying in the room just next to his. You would rather sleep downstairs on the couch then get within twenty feet of him. He seemed like he would smother you with a pillow in the middle of the night.

“Do this a lot do you?” Quirking an eyebrow as you stood in the middle of the room looking around.

“Nah.” Drawing out the word crossing his arms across his chest. “We don’t give them a room we dig them a grave.”

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storiesforallfandoms · 1 year

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the assistant ~ raymond smith;the gentlemen

word count: 2600

request?: no

description: in which mickey hires a new assistant to help out with his business, and his right hand man finds himself falling in love

pairing: raymond smith x female!reader

warnings: swearing, mentions of violence

masterlist (one, two)

The first time Raymond ever met (Y/N) was at Mickey’s house. She appeared suddenly in the doorway to Mickey’s office while he was in a meeting with Ray. He was taken by surprise at the unfamiliar person, but more so he was taken back by the beauty of the unfamiliar person.

“You have a message from Rosalind,” she said to Mickey. She was looking right through Ray as if he wasn’t in the room.

“What is it?” Mickey asked.

“She said some bloke came into the shop to give her expensive parts, but in return he’s asking for a meeting with you.”

Mickey’s face darkened. Everyone knew that it didn’t matter what you did in terms of Mickey’s money or his business, but you did not, under any circumstances, fuck with his wife.

“Why wouldn’t he just approach me himself?” Mickey asked, his voice laced with venom.

“Whoever it was knows that approaching Rosalind will get your attention,” Ray commented.

“It’ll get a bullet between his fucking eyes,” Mickey muttered. “Did he leave a phone number?”

(Y/N) crossed the room, her heels clicking against the tiled floor. Ray’s eyes followed her every movement. As she got closer, he could smell the sweet scent of her perfume. When she reached around him to put the slip of paper on Mickey’s desk, she turned to meet his eye. His breath was taken away by her sheer beauty.

When she smiled at him, it was like the whole world around him melted away.

Mickey noticed the look between them and smirked. “Ray, this is (Y/N). She’s mine and Rosalind’s new assistant. She’s going to be helping around with both of the businesses.”

Ray offered a hand to (Y/N). “Pleased to meet you.”

“Likewise,” she said, shaking his hand. She returned her attention back to their boss to ask, “Should we follow up on this mystery caller?”

Mickey stared long and hard at the phone number left. Both Ray and (Y/N) could see the gears turning in his head. The number of outcomes if the meeting happened running through his head; the question as to whether or not it was the right decision to hold the meeting.

“If I may,” (Y/N) interjected. “If this mystery caller is bold enough to go to the shop to approach Rosalind once, what’s to stop him from doing it again? At least if you set up this meeting with him you can assure him that the next time he sets foot in that shop or he has any communication with Rosalind, he will regret it.”

Ray peered over at Mickey. An impressed look was on his face, a smile tugging at his lips. He extended the slip back to her.

“Call him and set up a meeting for tomorrow at noon.”

“The usual location?” (Y/N) asked. Mickey nodded. “Yes, sir.” She smiled at Raymond again. “See you around, Raymond.”

~~~~~~

The next time Ray saw (Y/N) was at the meeting the next day. She escorted Dry Eye, one of mobster Lord George’s men, into the meeting room. Ray tried not to stare, but it was a struggle. She was wearing a button up blouse tucked into a mini skirt, with knee high black heeled boots. She was showing off every curve and Ray was taking in every single inch of her.

“Mr. Pearson, Dry Eye has arrived,” she announced.

“Thank you, (Y/N),” Mickey dismissed her.

Ray expected her to leave the room and was pleasantly shocked when she opted to come sit next to him at a small table in the back of the room.

“Pour me a cup?” she asked, gesturing towards the boiling kettle and Ray’s own cup of tea.

He did as she asked, grabbing an empty cup, placing a tea bag into it then filling it with the boiling water. She added a splash of milk and two sugars, stirring until the dark liquid became a milky brown color. She raised the cup to her lips, blowing gently to cool it down. She peered up at Ray through her long eyelashes, and he was convinced she was trying to get his blood running to one particular region in his body.

“So,” he asked in a hushed voice as not to disturb Mickey’s meeting, “how did you come about becoming Michael’s assistant?”

“He had a couple posting around town. ‘Wanted: Someone with experience in organization and business. No questions to be asked until after hiring. NDA is required. Call here if interested’.”

Ray chuckled. “Well, that’s not forboding at all.”

“What can I say? I was interested.”

She smirked as she sipped her tea. Ray couldn’t help but smile back at her.

“Besides, it sounded exciting. My life has been so standard thus far. I wanted some excitement.”

“Well.” Ray looked over his shoulder at the stare off between a furious looking Dry Eye and a stoic Mickey. “There’s no shortage of excitement here.”

Before (Y/N) could respond, Dry Eye and his accomplice stood, drawing their attention back to the meeting. (Y/N) stood as well, intending to walk the two men out, but they left on their own in a huff.

“That went well,” Mickey commented. “I have a feeling that won’t be the last we see of Dry Eye.”

“Interesting that you have two potential investors in your business,” Ray said. “You think there’s a connection there?”

“There’s always a connection Raymond.” Mickey finished his cup of tea and stood from his seat. “(Y/N), make Roger aware of Dry Eye’s intentions and tell him he has the right to use force if Dry Eye ever dares to enter Rosalind’s business again.”

“Yes sir,” (Y/N) responded. “Anything else you need today?”

“No, after that you’re free to have the evening off. Maybe you can keep Ray company so he’ll stop eye fucking you every time you walk into the room.”

Ray’s face was on fire as (Y/N) giggled and Mickey gave him a knowing smile. Their boss left the room first, striking a match to light his cigarette as he went. (Y/N) started to go behind him, but Ray reached out to stop her.

“Listen, um...” She was watching him, expectantly. Ray was never one to be at a loss for words, but her presence alone made him feel like a babbling idiot. “If you don’t have anything planned for your evening, I’d like to have you over to mine for dinner tonight.”

“What did you have in mind?”

I recently had a new barbie installed, and I have some premium grade Wagyu in my freezer. If you like steak, I mean.”

She considered it for a moment before deciding, “I’ll get your number from Ros. You can text me a time and location.”

Ray nodded, an excited smile trying to spread across his face. (Y/N) smiled at him and turned to leave the room, swinging her hips as she went along. Ray couldn’t help but watch her, his anticipation for that night growing.

~~~~~~

Ray was in the process of marinating the steaks and prepping the vegetables when the doorbell rang. He was quick to wash off his hands and nearly run to answer it. (Y/N) was stood waiting, having changed out of her professional attire from the day into a pair of black leggings and a knit jumper. She looked ready for a comfortable dinner in, which Ray was glad for as he himself hadn’t dressed up much for the occasion.

“Hello,” he said.

“Hello,” she responded. “I can already smell dinner.”

“Don’t get too hungry yet. I haven’t put the steaks on the barbie yet. I was waiting for you to arrive first.”

(Y/N) stepped into his home. As she followed him to the kitchen, she took in the massive house. She knew Mickey paid well so she shouldn’t have been so shocked - especially considering the size of Mickey’s own home - but for some reason she wasn’t expecting Ray to live somewhere so big and lavish. It made her tiny apartment very inferior.

“Did you need help preparing anything?” she asked. “I’m not a stellar cook, but I know how to chop veggies.”

“No need for that at all. You’re a guest in my house, therefore you do nothing except sit there and look pretty.”

(Y/N) sat at the island, a small smile on her face. “Well, I am very good at that second part.”

“I can tell.” Ray poured them both a glass of red wine. “I hope you like red. I find it’s what pairs best with a nice steak dinner.”

“I’m not too particular with my wines,” she said. “Although I don’t believe I’ve had this kind before. Looks far too expensive for my usual tastes.”

Ray chuckled. “It’s a bottle Mickey got me when I first moved in as a housewarming gift. I’m normally one for scotch, but like I said, a nice steak dinner with a beautiful lady requires a bottle of red wine.”

(Y/N) took a sip from her glass to hide how flustered she felt. So far, this was gearing up to be one of the best dates she had ever been on: he brought her over to his house so he could cook for them, he had the perfect wine pairing for their dinner, and he was throwing out compliments left and right. It worked greatly in his favor that he was one of the most handsome men she had ever met. She might never want to leave.

Once the steaks had finished marinating, Ray took (Y/N) out to his backyard to show her his new barbie. It was brick laid, designed to look more like a table than a barbie, and the fire from inside of it also heated up underneath the table. When Ray lit it, (Y/N) could already feel the warmth radiating from it from where she sat.

Oh, I could really get used to this, she thought.

She watched Ray cook in silence. She knew not to interrupt the chef when he was working his magic, and in general she was just enjoying watching him work. He was so focused, making sure the steaks were cooked perfectly all the way through before serving them on a plate garnished with the vegetables he had made inside.

“Voila,” he said as he laid a plate in front of (Y/N). “Dinner is served.”

“God, this smells so good,” she said. “Might have to keep you as my own personal chef.”

“Don’t say that before you try it. I could be a garbage chef and I’m just impressing you with wine and my good looks.”

The cocky smile on his face told (Y/N) that Ray knew he was a very good cook.

He sat across from her at the table and they began to eat. The moment the Wagyu touched her tastebuds, (Y/N) felt like she was in heaven. It made sense to her now why this cut of steak cost so much money; it was probably the best cut of meat she had ever eaten in her life. She would gladly pay hundreds for this type of meal. Especially if Ray was the one cooking for her again.

“I think this is the best thing I have ever eaten in my life,” she said.

Ray was beaming with pride. “I passed the test, then?”

“With flying colors. I can’t let you get away. Men who can cook this well are one in a million these days.”

The two were dreading the small talk that usually came with a first date, but as silence fell upon them while they ate, they realized there was no escaping the inevitable. (Y/N) decided to be the one to break the silence by asking, “So, how long have you been working with Michael?”

“Since the beginning,” Ray responded. “I knew him in uni.”

“So you’re an Oxford man?”

“You’ve done your research.”

(Y/N) shrugged. “When you get hired to work for a technical drug dealer, you may as well know as much about the man as you can find out. Decide whether or not it’s going to be a dangerous business.”

“It’s not as dangerous as you’d think. Besides the threat of being arrested.”

She grimaced. That was the one thing she was worried about, but Mickey seemed to be professional enough that he hadn’t been caught thus far.

“Where did you go to uni?” Ray asked.

“I didn’t. I wasn’t smart enough to get accepted anywhere,” (Y/N) responded.

“I find that surprising.”

She smiled. “I appreciate that. I’ve cleaned up my act a lot now, but when I was in school I was very much a troublemaker. Didn’t have any time for school or learning, mainly because I didn’t understand a bloody thing they were trying to teach. I had no desires to go and do post secondary to get a degree that I may never find a job for. I’ve worked at McDonald’s with people who did five years for that silly piece of paper, and they’re not any better than I am.”

“Well, you are working as assistant to one of the most successful business men in London, so I think it’s safe to say they are definitely no better than you are.”

(Y/N) giggled. She wasn’t sure if it was the wine or Ray’s compliments, or both, but she was starting to feel flushed. She wondered if he could see how he was making her feel.

At some point, after their food was gone and the wine was running low, (Y/N) found herself on the same side of the table as Ray. She was definitely feeling good from the amount of wine she had drank, and being close to him felt just as intoxicating.

“I’ve had a really, really good night Ray,” she told him. “I haven’t had such a good time on a date in years.”

“I’m glad you’ve enjoyed yourself. Does that mean we could do this again sometime?”

(Y/N) looked up at him. She looked into his blue eyes before peering down at his lips for a quick moment. Sensing what was to come, Ray leaned in just as (Y/N) did and their lips collided. Sparks of electricity ran through (Y/N)’s body, and she was sure it wasn’t the alcohol making her feel that way.

She leaned into Ray’s kiss until she was nearly on his lap. At which point, Ray took hold of her thighs and brought her over to straddle his lap. His hands gently cupped her face while hers ran through his hair. He tested her boundaries by running his tongue along her lips. When she opened them, he plunged his tongue into her mouth.

When they finally managed to break away from one another they were both panting. (Y/N) rested her forehead against Ray’s, both of them with mirroring smiles on their faces.

“Would you like to stay the night?” Ray asked. “No funny business, but I do have a very large bed that feels quite empty when I’m alone.”

“I would love to, but keep that promise of no funny business in mind. I’m not the type to take my clothes off on the first date.”

Ray smiled and ran his fingers through her soft hair. “I’d never dream of crossing your boundaries, love.”

Oh my God, he has to stop being so perfect, (Y/N) thought as she got off Ray’s lap and followed him back into his house for the night.

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watchtowerindistress · 2 years

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overcome that little challenge - raymond smith x fem!reader

A/N: Don’t look at me like that. I fell down the Charlie Hunnam rabbit hole and this character fascinated me the most. Please be gentle - this is my first time writing for Raymond. I’m really nervous about getting this man of a OCD-mess right.

To be honest, I wanted to work on a Teen Wolf story I had in mind, but then I watched this film called ‘The Gentlemen’ and now that’s currently out of the window with Charlie taking all the space in my brain.

This is my first time using the c-word in a sexual way. I’m so excited!

Summary: Reader works for Roderick 'The Spider' Dollison, one of Mickey Pearson’s partners, while being in a secret relationship with Raymond. How will Raymond react once he sees someone flirting with you?

Pairing: Raymond Smith x fem!reader

Warning: language, sexual harassment (to a degree), mention of smut, consumption of alcohol, angry!raymond, jealous!raymond, possessive!smut

Words: 4.4k

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Your arms were crossed over your chest while you were listening to another waitress who was interested in shortening her hours. Both of you were standing near the bar counter, yet still keeping everything happening in the nightclub in your eyesight.

Your body stood askew when Isabella approached you. “Y/N, I’m sorry? You have a visitor.”

You slowly turned your body until you were facing the other waitress. “Visitor?”

“You know, the gorgeous one with all his fancy clothing?” After seeing your curious stare, Isabella continued her explanation, “Could make you shut up with a single glance? You know, Rigid Ray?”

A smirk tugged at the corner of your lips. “I got it the first time.” You shook your head. “Just wanted to see what else you would describe him as.”

You turned your head to look for him when Raymond’s figure came into view.

The blond-haired consigliere wore his thick coat while standing underneath the atmospheric red-and-blue club lights. Raymond’s suit and tie were visible under the unbuttoned coat. His hands were in his pockets when he sent you a blank stare that you would almost classify as boredom.

You suppressed a smirk, knowing how much he abhorred seeking the Spider’s presence by stepping into the nightclub with all the sensory overload it offered. Raymond already blinked uneasily several times ever since he entered.

Isabella leaned forward in a conspiratorial whisper. “How is he like, by the way?”

You turned your head once you detected the curiosity in her voice. “You’ve met him, haven’t you?”

“Yes, but the lad’s still an enigma. How can you stand it when he’s staring at you like that? Just so unnerving, that’s all.”

“That’s why I can take it. Now get back to work, love.” You softly touched her shoulder on parting. “I can’t have people thinking I’m a nice superior.”

The woman shook her head while chuckling and moved away.

It didn’t take long until you slowly moved towards Raymond.

Still rooted to the spot, Raymond waited patiently for you to finally arrive.

With a smile on your lips, you gazed at him with a crooked head and befuddled eyes. “Mr. Smith.”

“Ms. Y/L/N.” Raymond nodded in greeting.

After looking over his shoulder, you teased with a murmur, “And without your lap dogs this time.” Your eyes sparkled when you gazed at him. “Should I feel special?”

“I need to talk to your boss.”

Your mouth twisted at hearing those words. “That’s not how this works. You call ahead. Not to mention, I’m the one who decides if my boss has the time in his social calendar. This is a privilege. Do not take it for granted.”

Inhaling deeply, he gazed at you with narrowed eyes.

Someone was fuming. Why did that delight you so much though? Maybe it was the idea of ruffling this man’s feathers.

Raymond blinked, inhaling deeply. “It’s been a long day. I don’t have time for games.”

You spread your arms to appease him. “Not a game. Roderick’s talking to someone at the moment.”

Raymond frowned as a slightly unsettled emotion took over his features. “…Roderick?”

“Don’t tell him I said that.”

“I’m willing to keep your secret if you could squeeze me in,” Raymond whispered softly.

Gazing over his shoulder towards the railing to see Big Stanley step out of Roderick’s office, you sent Raymond a teasing glance. With your lips pursed, you mockingly sighed, “Could be a tight fit.” You felt secretly delighted at seeing Raymond’s expression.

He clenched his jaw before blinking furiously.

You lifted your tablet to your eyes with a sigh and tweaked Roderick’s calendar a bit. “Then I reckon it’s your luck that Spider is done with his meeting with Big Stan.”

You offered your hands in a teasing gesture of a servant. “Would you like me to take your coat?”

Raymond gazed at you with a blank stare.

Almost like reading his mind, you assured him with a lilting voice, “I won’t leave any creases, love.”

Raymond sighed before debating with himself. “All right.”

A playful smile was on your lips. “Wonderful.”

His mouth twisted while he abandoned his coat with tense movements and humming noises, like this offering was hard enough for him already. “I’ll come back for it,” he said with a dark promise.

“I’m sure you will,” you whispered in return.

Raymond left your presence to advance the stairs.

Staring after him, you subconsciously stroked the dark clothing before calling after him, “Don’t threaten me with a good time.”

Except for the fiddling of his glasses, Raymond didn’t appear to hear what you were saying before he stepped inside your boss’ office.

You only raised your eyebrows before you exhaled. You turned towards the bar and sat on the barstool.

Kylie, the woman taking care of the drinks for the evening, sent you a sympathetic smile. “Oh, someone has got their Ray face on.”

You placed the device next to you on the counter. “Oh, really? What does that look like?”

Kylie pursed her lips. “You know. Sometimes you look tired, like you just went ten rounds. Other times you look pleased. Although you always have that twinkle in your eye.”

“Pour me a red one, would you, dear?” You casually pointed a finger in the air. “It’s just fun teasing him sometimes.”

She placed a glass of red wine in front of you, “Here you go. Anything else?”

You handed her your device. “For safekeeping.” You noticed her placing it behind the counter, away from prying eyes. “I’ve got a free slot. So, if anyone needs me…?” You shrugged before taking a sip.

Kylie nudged with her jaw behind you. “The new one could use some backup for the poker game, you know?”

You exhaled and took a hearty gulp as a refreshment. “That’s okay.” Smirking cheekily, you draped Raymond’s coat over the counter. “In exchange. Be a dear and let Raymond know that nothing was indeed creased? Verbatim, though.”

Taking your glass of wine, you almost spilled the drink with an arching motion. You merely sent her a mischievous smirk. “Oops.” You chuckled. You seemed to have a waggish sense of humour tonight. “I’ll see how our little hummingbird is faring.”

You wandered through the hallways until you saw the open door to the poker room. A man stood guard outside, just to be sure. You nodded your head in greeting. If working for the Spider taught you anything, then it was that a safety precaution was never wasted. Roderick’s world often lured in people who didn’t know any bounds or decency.

“Hello, boys.”

Your eyes met Laurie, the new waitress once you finally entered the room. “You all right, love?”

Laurie nodded with a strained smile while holding a bottle of Whiskey to her chest as a shield.

You beckoned her to grant you the bottle with two fingers. “Come on. Why don’t you let me lend you a hand?”

“I think we scared her off, ain’t that, right, lads?” One man of the small group chuckled uproariously until the others joined in.

Laurie stepped towards you with careful steps, either because of the prospect of dropping a prize-y bottle or because of her high heels.

You took the bottle and leaned forward to whisper in Laurie's ear. “Just watch what I’m doing and don’t let them get to you. They’re little boys, nothing more.”

Laurie nodded in understanding.

Your eyes wandered downwards to Laurie’s legs. “Next time, wear some shoes which are comfortable. Didn’t the other girls tell you? One-inch heels are more than appropriate.”

For the first time Laurie smiled. “Okay, I’ll keep that in mind.”

With a smile, you turned back to your guests. “I hope our new girl didn’t leave you thirsty.”

Licking his lips, the dark-haired leader of the group with the moustache observed your legs with lecherous eyes.

The man’s obvious lewdness made you feel naked underneath the over-the-waist dress you wore.

God, what was his name again? Something like Trevor or Tony?

As your own form of petty revenge, you called him Tiny Tony in your head. Speaking of Tiny Tony...

“I’m getting thirsty by merely looking at you. Makes me want to reach out and grab-” He reached out a hand, like he wanted to squeeze your bum.

Out of reflex, you slapped his hand away until it dropped on the poker table. The men chortled at the obvious rejection.

Before retaliation could occur, you chose mischief instead. “The only thing you should grab are your cards, mate.” Without peeking at his card, you tilted your head. Loud enough for the others to hear, you whispered into his ear, “If they are any good though.”

As soon as you heard the others chuckle, you smirked. “Gentlemen … We are here for tonight’s refreshments and hope we can entertain you for the evening.”

“Oh, really?” The eyes of Tiny Tony darkened.

“How about this one for entertainment?” The second player with the blond hair muttered while his eyes lingered on Laurie.

You poured the guests their drinks. “Sorry to disappoint. We’re only here to keep the drinks pouring and you men comfortable.”

Laurie followed your example and poured in the same amount for Blondie’s drink.

“But having this one sit on my lap would make me very comfortable,” Blondie jeered.

“Don’t beg, it’s unbecoming. Not that kind of club.”

“It’s a pity. Spider could get in more of a clientele that way,” Tiny Tony retorted.

You resorted to the diplomatic route. “There are rules after all.” You remembered that the servers weren’t supposed to be like private dancers. Touching was allowed but under no circumstances were the girls supposed to lose their clothes.

“The Lodge doesn’t need more customers by surrendering to the basic carnal need of human nature. We already offer the temptation. It’s more like … foreplay, the prelude to want more. It's a tease. The stage before you lure someone into a relationship. Imagine us as the best friend of your sibling. Exhilarating, but forbidden in a way. And if we catch you doing something you shouldn’t, we’re going to cut something off.” You raised an eyebrow, like that thought secretly delighted you.

Tiny Tony exhaled a groan. “You’re like the woman of my dreams,” he said, letting his hand linger on your waist.

You allowed the touch as long as he wouldn’t touch your skin.

“What about a loophole and you give me your number, sexy?”

You inwardly rolled your eyes at the pet name. “Then I would tell you to keep on dreaming and give you the number for the pizza place for your lonely nights.”

Moustache Boy grunted. “You’re breaking my heart here. What did I ever do to you, huh? Do I have competition? Anyone special in your life? Someone warming your bed?” He gazed at your cleavage and licked his lips.

Strangely, this filled your body with revulsion, unlike the other things he said or did. Your voice took on a pitying quality to dissuade him for good. “Not really. Besides, honey, your idea of three minutes of shagging are not going to be worth my time.”

You lightly smacked his cheek in a condescending manner. When only silence rang in the room, you were surprised by the lack of laughter from his band of friends, since they loved taking the piss out of each other and wouldn’t miss an opportunity. You only felt Tony's hand tighten around your waist.

There was a tingling sensation in the air that stunned you. Your face met Laurie’s dazed expression looking at something over your shoulder.

Only one person could render someone speechless.

You sighed before you slowly turned your head. A mixture between dread and apprehension swelled in your stomach. The first thing you saw was the blank expression on Raymond’s face as he was standing by the door, with his coat slung over his arm. Only his eyes revealed his true emotions as they darkened. Dark-blue eyes lingered on the hand at your waist.

You quickly regained your composure. “Mr. Smith, I wasn’t aware that your interests lay with parlour games.”

They didn’t. Raymond usually swung by - if swinging by was something he was known for as such a strait-laced man - and instantly left as soon as the business was done.

“It’s Raymond.”

Tiny Tony instantly let go of your waist once he acknowledged the familiarity between you and cleared his throat. “Didn’t know you two know each other.”

The name of Mickey Pearson could open doors who was notorious for his connections in the business world and criminal underworld. But the mere persona of his consigliere certainly could fill the hearts with anxiety.

You scrutinized Raymond with confused eyes. Deliberately ignoring Raymond’s suggestion since this had been the first time he offered his first name in public, you revealed, “Mr. Smith is on business with Mr. Dollison.”

Your hand clasped your wrist over your stomach when you eyed his coat as a hint. “I see Kylie was kind enough to return your coat.”

You tilted your head with narrowed eyes. “Is there anything else?”

Raymond clenched his jaw. He scratched his bearded jaw in consideration.

Swallowing thickly, you felt your stomach clench. You hated how much his groomed beard affected you. Damn him for being a beautiful bastard.

“Indeed, there is. Let’s talk outside.” Raymond said as a finite statement, leaving no room for discussion.

You inwardly sighed. “Fine.” Your eyes met Laurie’s. “You can take a short break.”

She only nodded and walked towards the door. Raymond stepped out of the way to grant her space.

You followed behind her when Raymond lifted his finger. “Excuse me for one moment.”

Standing near the wall, you watched in bafflement as Raymond walked towards the man whose hands lingered on you.

Raymond placed his hand on the table to cage him in. Using his full height to his advantage, he leaned forward until there was no way he could be avoided. From afar, you could see him whispering something in his ear.

Since the man was already uncomfortable by the inability to escape, he was squirming in his chair with every hushed word being uttered.

Raymond swiftly turned around while adjusting his tie with an amicable smile. This rarity made you feel slightly unsettled since he tended to be more of a serious chap. “With that out of the way...”

Raymond swaggered to the doorjamb, but unlike with Laurie, he stayed rooted to the spot while you were forced to squeeze past him. The tall man made it impossible not to brush against his broad chest before he finally closed the door behind you.

You gestured to the dimly lit hallway, remembering that Raymond wanted to have that talk. The lingering bass of the seductive music echoed in the air. “Shall we?” You leaned against the wall, waiting for Raymond to go ahead.

He followed your example at the wall opposite of you, letting the red lights flood over his features in a mysterious way when he stared at you quietly.

“Your meeting was successful, I take it?”

“We’ve come to an understanding,” Raymond replied vaguely.

You arched an eyebrow. “Fine, keep your secrets. Spider’s going to tell me later on anyway.”

“That kind of tight bond between you two?”

“You mean, like between you and your boss?” You retorted before shrugging your shoulders. “I’d say so.” His vague answers made you blink. If you didn’t know any better, you’d say Raymond was looking for an excuse to spend some time with you.

“Anything else, or were you trying for small talk?”

“The last time we talked, you told me I was a cold-hearted bastard,” Raymond mumbled.

The memory a few nights ago made your body tense in apprehension. You had to remind yourself where you were. At last, you put on a pleasant smile.

“Barely even remember why I said it though,” you replied with a deadpan voice. It was one of those statements one would utter to not let it show how much something was getting to you.

Raymond hummed under his breath. He tried to gauge your inner emotions by gazing into your eyes in contemplation. Raymond bowed his head, like he pulled off his invisible hat in kudos while glancing at you through his eyelashes. Fully realizing when he was silently asked to leave.

“Do pay your boss our deepest respect for accommodating us on such short notice.”

You merely nodded. While Raymond quietly departed, you focused on a spot over his shoulder.

A restless sigh left you. Your knee bounced nervously while you were reclining on the couch. You hated yourself for even harbouring the thought of swallowing your pride before him.

“No, no, no. I’m not going to do that.” You shook your head and glanced over to the phone laying on your coffee table. Despite the current black screen, the reminder of the text message still rang in your mind, taunting you.

Finally, you threw back your head in frustration with a groan. “Fine,” you grumbled under your breath. “This is a bad idea,” you added to your self-talk before you snatched your car keys.

“Is this your idea of a joke?” The growl left you as soon as you stormed Raymond’s home after unlocking the door. During your search for him, you found him in the sitting room. You lifted your phone in demonstration.

Raymond lazily lifted his head from the book he was reading. Gone was the uptight look and he was wearing his comfortable clothes reserved for when he was at home. He abandoned his suit and tie and changed into his cardigan.

“Hello to you, too, Y/N. What a surprise.” Raymond stared at you and tilted his head in that arrogant manner that always drove you mad.

“You shameless bastard.”

Snapping his book shut, Raymond placed it on the corner table next to the couch he was sitting on. Patiently, he folded his hands and said, “Those are brazen words, you know? It’s moments like these that make me wonder if you secretly share British roots after all.”

Raymond’s distraction tactics wouldn’t deter you. After you clenched your jaw, you looked down at the screen of your phone to read his message.

“Let’s talk about this. You know how hard it is for me to sleep without you.”

You looked up again. “Tell me again, what is there to talk about? I thought you needed ‘space’?” You used air quotes for the last word while Raymond’s steadfast gaze started to unnerve you. “I thought you couldn’t take it for me to take over so much of your bachelor home.”

Raymond calmly stared up at you with an open expression. “You want a drink?”

You narrowed your eyes at that. “What’s your game?”

Was Raymond trying to get you drunk to lower your defences? He wasn’t the nefarious type, maybe he aimed to give you a reason not to drive back home while you still had one too many?

“I just want to have a chat, love.” Raymond stood up and sent you a short glance before wandering away to a cupboard offering his prized bottles of alcohol. “Single Malt all right with you?”

You shook your head. Your stomach was getting heated with disappointment. “You know what? I can’t do this.”

The familiar intimacy was slowly getting to you. And Raymond’s cold demeanour in the past few weeks wasn’t good for you. Even while working for Roderick, his silent treatment rang through the back of your mind like the ghost of a distraction.

With every intention to leave, you turned away. You were tired of Raymond’s idea of fighting consisted of torturing you with silence and a look of disappointment and anger.

“Where the fuck are you going?”

Raymond’s thundering voice made you shiver and freeze in place in the kitchen. Raymond never got loud, he was all quiet and simmering anger.

You slowly turned around in astonishment, asking slowly, “What did you say?”

“You heard me, love.” Sarcasm lingered in his voice when Raymond used the term of endearment. His mouth was twisted into a snarl as he followed you with stalking steps. Raymond glared at you darkly behind his glasses. “What? Is someone scared of a little confrontation?”

Your fingertips were tingling at the taunt when you tilted your head. “Says you?”

Raymond crossed his arms over his chest. “What were you doing in that poker room?”

“My job. You know how this world works.”

Stepping even closer in your personal space, he grunted, “Oh yes, you two looked rather friendly from where I was standing. Makes me wonder how far you would have let him take it.”

You shook your head until the ends of your hair shook with the vigorous motion. “You’re such an asshole.”

Raymond’s eyes glazed with fire. “No, I’m a man who doesn’t appreciate someone else touching my woman.” His voice turned barely into a threatening whisper. “And I’m not very fond of the way in which you’re talking to me.”

You didn’t know what was getting into you as a delightful shiver wrecked your body once you saw anger on Raymond’s face and not the tight control. You weren’t one of those people who got turned on by their partner getting angry - on the contrary, it felt touching that you were able to tickle a part of him that stayed hidden.

“Oh really? I’m not one of your minions you can command.” Fascination glinted in your eyes when you whispered, “Now I’m truly curious what you’re going to do next.”

Raymond inched closer until you could feel his warm breath on your lips. His gaze was drawn to your mouth before he stared back into your eyes.

“Shut your mouth before I fill it for you.”

With every second passing, your breathing was turning heavy. Your mouth was agape, but no sounds came out. While your eyes were closed, you tightened your legs around Raymond’s waist while he pounded into you relentlessly.

Raymond’s body was on top of you, and you could only take what he was dishing out. His hand held your wrists in a tight vice, making it impossible for you to even reach for him while he was relentlessly punishing you with his thrusts.

“Someone’s greedy for my cock, aren’t you? You think you deserve it? You think you deserve to cum?”

The taunting words made your cunt drip. You moaned loudly when your thighs slung higher until Raymond’s member slid even deeper inside you with every push.

You craned your neck until your lips inched closer to his ear when you whispered, “You know I can make it feel good for you.” The muscles of your cunt tightened around his hard flesh.

You felt his groan deep inside you, making you shiver from the sensation.

“Such a greedy little cunt.” Raymond shook his head. Logic went back to his ocean-blue eyes. “Not like this.”

His warm breath flittered over your lips when he taunted, “I think you need to atone for your misdeeds.”

With a sweeping motion, Raymond pulled you in the air. A shriek of surprise exhaled from your lips.

Raymond was sitting in the middle of his bed while he dropped you into his lap. Grunting with exertion, Raymond slid back inside.

You exhaled heavily, like you called him home. Your fingers stroked the hair at the back of his head which was getting slippery from sweat.

Raymond pushed his glasses back until he could finally scrutinize you with appreciation again. His gaze swept downwards before his eyes met the entrance where his penis slid into you.

Raymond’s hand tightened around your hips, controlling your movements with every thrust upwards. And rhythmically pulling your hips with every sensual stroke. Pushing himself deeper until you two were melded together.

A delicious shiver ran through your body when Raymond’s eyes darkened in warning when you rubbed yourself against him until your clit brushed the coarse hair at his crotch.

“Not like this, darling.”

His hands stiffened before he spanked your bottom.

Your squeal shifted into an encouraging moan.

To torture you even more, Raymond gyrated his hips, putting your climax further out of reach. “You’re not in control of this tonight. I decide when you cum.”

Not above begging, you implored deeply, “Please, I’ll be good.”

A sigh left your lips when Raymond pressed his palm against your belly to feel his shaft thrusting deep. He tipped his head back to gaze into your eyes and whispered under his breath, “Oh really? You’re going to do as I say?”

You nodded. Only a whimper left your lips that turned into a drawn-out groan when Raymond thrust upwards.

“Oh my God, yes.” You leaned forward until Raymond was safely snuggling between your breasts.

“I hate when you’re in that poker room,” he mumbled before he shook his head to clear his mind. “I should punish you for letting him touch you. Tell me something … am I now someone who’s warming your bed?”

You exhaled heavy breaths and threw your head back as a warm sensation started in your belly. “What did you say to him?”

“Told him he’d lose his hand the next time he would try to touch you again,” Raymond admitted with a murmur against your skin.

You bit your lip and felt your clit tingle at the possessive tone in his voice.

Raymond stared at you, like he could feel the sensation by some shared link you two shared. “I bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

You felt your eyes glint when the warm sensation grew stronger with every stroke. You leaned forward until you could whisper into his ear, “You know I’m all yours.”

Raymond’s chest rumbled with a groan before he quickened his strokes, using the pad of his thumb to stroke circles against your clit until your head was swimming with a thundering pulse.

You leaned your head back. “Oh my God, right there.”

The bed made thumping noises against the wall with Raymond’s vigorous thrusts until your hands clenched around his shoulders. Your muscles spasmed until your whole body squirmed. You were still shaking when Raymond grunted loudly.

He shoved his hips deeper until something warm spurted inside your deep walls. Raymond breathed heavily against your neck before he sighed. His fingers stroked your skin delicately, like he had to remind himself that you were in his arms. “All mine.”

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midnightswithdearkatytspb · 1 year

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Happy 43rd Birthday Charlie Hunnam!

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darklydeliciousdesires · 2 years

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Command - A Jax Teller/Reader Smut Drabble.

A swifter than swift bit of Jax filth for my lovelies!

Words - 267

Warnings - Smut below the cut! Under 18? This ain’t for you!

Some command, some submit.

Rarely do those who give the commands submit to the power of another.

“Take off your clothes, now.”

A dutiful strip is undertaken.

“God, don’t you look pretty naked? Yeah, you do. Fuck, you’re so sexy.”

“I know.”

“Oh, and cocky, as well.”

“You know it.”

“Come here.”

Ahh, loitering. There’ll be none of that. “I said come here.”

“And if I don’t?”

“I’ll fucking spank the living hell out of you.”

“What if I want you to?”

An approach is eventually begun, an amused look given.

“Oh, you’ll take this seriously.”

“Alright, taking it seriously.”

“Down, on your knees, right now.”

A crouch is undertaken, two knees bending, the floorboard creaking beneath. “And now I’m down here? Tell me what you want and I’ll do it.”

“Wrap your mouth around me.”

Two perfect lips part, a tongue slowly rolling out, taking a firm lick, those lips then sucking, a hungry groan reverberating, two hands sliding over warm, yielding flesh.

“Yeah, just like that. Fuck, you’re so good.” Pleasure is stirred, a dark, sexual mist of pure lust rising, tingles melting down two spines, one mouth agape and singing a song of ecstasy as another sucks and licks with carnivorus hunger. “Oh, god, that’s perfect.”

Some command, some submit.

Rarely do those who give the commands submit to the power of another.

Except when you’ve ordered Jax Teller to drop to his knees and delight you with his mouth, then the man who is in control and command of so much has absolutely no issue with another taking control of him for once.

A/N - Did you enjoy it? Rewarding your hard working author with a comment and reblog goes a long way :)

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calif0rnia-lovers · 1 year

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kiss it better 02.

read part 01 first

pairing: jax teller x black!reader | words: 2.1k

warning: none for this chapter..just mention of Opie's death...rip Ope.

sum: years have passed. you find yourself back in charming. but the man you've left behind now carries a thirst for vengeance you're not certain you can save him from.

A shot of whiskey. The pounding resonated beneath Jax's bruised skin. His left eye sporting a freshly pounded bruise. His knuckles split open. Lip busted.

Deja vu.

Nearly three years have passed, but the scenery is the same. The clubhouse has not changed. The loud music, exchange of alcohol, laughter over games of pool and cards, crow eaters looking for a body to take home.

The only difference is that Jax Teller is seated on the sofa with a bottle of whiskey. It's pressed against his swelling eye, a feeble attempt to cool off his heated skin. Lisa sits alongside him, her fingers toying with his hair. Any other night, she would have him undressed by now. But tonight, she can hardly get Jax to speak, let alone look at her.

It's been two days since Jax's return from County. Two days since Opie's wake. Although a party in their fallen friend's honor is in full swing, Jax is seated. He knows people are watching, waiting for his next move. Waiting to see if he's going to cry, scream…do something other than act as though business was on as usual.

He'd somehow survived a meeting with Galen and the IRA and met with the mayor in a single day. The meeting with Galen was more eventful than the easy ploy to convince the mayor to assist in Jax's latest plan. Galen couldn't entertain, let alone trust, the young president. He found Jax short-tempered, cocky, and undeserving of the patch on his chest. The swollen knuckles on Jax's left hand are evidence of his short temper.

"Wanna go home?" The warmth of Lisa's lips caresses Jax's ear, her palm drifting down his chest. Shifting closer to him, she nuzzles her nose against the warmth of his pulse. She's surprised to find it beating calm and steady beneath his heated skin. "Take your mind off everything?"

"I'm good tonight," Jax mumbles, shifting forward and out of her touch.

Despite the cold dismissal, Lisa remained seated alongside him. Jax's jaw flexes as her palms drag along the shoulders of his kutte. The weight of her chest presses against him as her lips press a soft, lingering kiss against his cheek.

"You haven't seen me since you got back," she hummed. "You need a proper welcome home."

Jax is incapable of responding. The little energy he has left is directed towards holding off retrieving his gun and heading across town. Biding time, suppressing the urge to act had proven more exhausting than he'd initially thought.

The heel of his palm pressed against his eye. The action seems to double the pain, but he doesn't stop. Apart from the pain, the voice in his head is jumbled. Amplified. Getting louder with each passing second.

Sergeant Mackey…home invasions…Charming Heights…Abel…Opie… Gemma's shit…fucking Clay…Opie…Pope…Opie.

Each issue at hand seemed to demand immediate attention. And time. Time Jax couldn't possibly have. He hadn't slept since he left County and has barely been able to scratch the surface of the shit he was set to handle.

His grip tightens around the bottle in his hand as a vibration sets loose against his chest.

"Shit…"

It's the fifth call in the last half hour. Jax lets it ring. Straight to voicemail.

Unscrewing the cap, Jax downs a hearty swallow of whiskey. He can't help but wince as the liquid burns his throat. He's in the process of going for a second swig when he spots you. The bottle stops short of his lips, his eyes blinking.

His first thought was an illusion. A trick brought on by the mixture of lack of sleep and whiskey. The last time he saw you, there were tears in your eyes.

As he blinks, Jax finds his vision has begun to blur. But, despite the blurred vision, you're still there. Caught in Bobby's tight embrace, unaware that Jax has noticed your arrival.

"How is he?" Your question comes out muffled against Bobby's shoulder.

"Don't think it's hit him yet," Bobby admits as he lets you go. He runs a hand over his tired eyes. "You know the kid. Keeps shit inside. Been trying to handle club shit from the moment he got out."

Jax was arrested…Pope…a debt to be paid…Opie…laid to rest.

The phone call was a blur. Hell, the last 48 hours were a blur.

Gemma had called in a panic. Her initial call was rejected and sent to voicemail. You aren't sure how she got your number. It had changed the moment you landed in New York years prior. The plan with her and Charming was simple—out of sight, out of mind. But the thing about Gemma is…she can't be ignored. It took three more calls before you answered.

"Jax's been arrested—"

"Since when is that new?"

Instead of meeting your comment with her typical sass, Gemma shared the news.

Jax, Tig, and Chibs arrested for murder. Opie was dragged into the transport van. Damon Pope's unwavering demand, and Jax's inability to find another solution to end the war festering between the Sons and the kingpin. Opie's sacrifice to prevent his best friend from being the member of the MC to die on the floor of Stockton prison. Jax hadn't shared the details with his mother. In fact, he hadn't spoken a single word about the events of the short time spent in the walls of the prison. But the look that passed over Chibs' face as the Scot had arrived back at the clubhouse, Opie's death was bloody.

You have no recollection of hastily packing a carry-on. No memory of buying a plane ticket or even flying from JFK.

You just remember the sickening feeling, the pit in your stomach. The fear that not being able to get to Charming fast enough would lead to Jax doing something he couldn't take back.

It's a feeling that dissipates the second your eyes meet his. By the time you spot him, Jax is halfway to you.

"Hey—"

The initial weight of his body threatens to knock you off balance. Jax's arms wrap around you, the firmness of his grip pinning you against his chest. His arms tighten around you, his face burrowing against the warmth of your skin. The tears he's spent the past few days suppressing are unlocked. They silently fall, his shoulders trembling enough to advert the eyes of his fellow Sons.

As your fingers gently pass through his hair, Jax's body relaxes. Each touch encourages his breathing to slow. It's an unfamiliar feeling, the weight on his shoulders seeming to lift for the first time in years.

You swallow, a feeble attempt to push the lump rising in your throat back down.

You can't cry. Not in front of him.

It was the one rule you'd repeated to yourself the entire plane ride. Tears for Opie had to be spilled out of Jax's sight. No matter how much you loved Opie, you knew it paled in comparison to the love he received from Jax.

You allow your grip to loosen around him, but Jax remains. Your eyes grip shut as the pads of your fingers pass over the familiar stitching on his back.

The smiling reaper silently challenged you to voice the request on your mind. Possibly because he knew you to be the only one brave enough to ask the President to follow suit with the impossible task. Or, maybe because he knew without Opie, Jax's moral compass has cast too far from true north. And although Jax could never deny you in the past, the man shaped by your time apart was different than who you left behind that night.

You find yourself cowering beneath the Reaper's silent challenge. After years apart, you can't have your first words to Jax unleash his festering anger.

Your words come out barely above a whisper. "You're going to be okay, Jax."

You're not sure where the confidence in your voice comes from. You've known him long enough to know Jax is resilient. He has carried more than any ordinary man. But you both know he might not be able to carry this—not alone.

Maybe that’s why, despite her hatred for you, Gemma called you when she saw the unfamiliar icy, cold look in her son's eyes. She knew that if she selfishly tried to tackle the issue alone her son would be too far gone.

Be okay.

If he disagrees with your belief in him, Jax doesn't protest. He remains silent.

"What happened to your face?"

It's a question he's heard from you a hundred times, yet Jax has never found a perfect answer. His eyes drop. Asked a few years prior, he would have a rehearsed response prepared. One that watered down the details. Tonight, it stops just shy of his lips. Lying to you is always the hardest. Paired with his exhaustion, he doesn’t have the energy.

He watches your brow furrow as you take in his recently earned black eye. A deep breath fills his lungs, the look of concern in your eyes forcing Jax to release it.

"Pointless shit," he sighs, wincing as your thumb brushes over his swollen knuckles.

"You need to ice this."

"It's fine," he dismisses your concern, slipping his hand out of yours. Jax's grip tightens around your waist, a silent plea to remain close as you step towards the bar.

Your touch instinctively lifts his chin. The warmth of your palms against his cheeks pulls his eyes shut. Finally, he allows you to assess the damage of his most recent fight.

Another useless fight fueled by his misplaced anger.

The first kiss is featherlight, settling on the bruise beneath Jax's eye. Each that follows seems to possess magical healing powers. Passing over his wounds, both seen and unseen. The pain throbbing beneath his skin seeping away with each touch of your lips.

Your lips stop shy of his, the action forcing Jax's eyes open.

The bright blue you'd come to love was dimmed. His youthful playfulness was replaced by tiredness. As his forehead rests against yours, your palms slide down Jax's chest.

The patch you had helped sew on a few years prior was now faded. Almost as worn of the leather it was stitched too. As your fingers trace the stitched letters, you can't help but doubt your previous statement.

President.

It comes with an unbearable burden and the task of making tough decisions. Decisions often result in scars not visible to the human eye. And just as many visible ones.

Seeing Jax’s skin bruised and scared is second nature. But your mind can’t stop from wondering how bad it got in your absence.

Your teeth dig into the flesh of your lip, your fingers tracing the letters on his chest. Slowly building the confidence to present your request. One you knew that Jax would have to deny. Not only because he was President, and his men would look to him to lead, but because his best friend was just ripped from him.

"Promise me you won't do anything stupid." You don't need to open your eyes to know Jax's eyes have rolled. The sharp intake of breath is enough of an indication. "I'm serious, Jax. Retaliation is out of the question—"

"Y/N—"

"Jackson, I'm serious." Meeting his gaze, you keep your voice low. An argument is the last thing either of you have energy for. "Not tonight, when you can't think straight. Promise me you won't do anything."

Jax remains silent. His shoulders fall with the breath he releases. His hand passes over his face drawing your attention to bags set deep beneath his tired eyes.

"Not tonight," Jax echoes. The kiss he leaves against your forehead is the seal of his promise.

The vibration of his phone pulls Jax back to reality.

The sixth call of the night, whoever was on the other end was relentless.

He reaches into his kutte, his brow furrowing as he reads the caller id.

"I gotta take this," he sighs, his palm dragging down his face.

He catches sight of the look in your eyes. A weak smile finds his lips.

"Relax, y/n." Jax chuckles, the sound almost enough to convince you he's back to normal. "It's just Nero."

"Nero?"

"He's a friend," Jax replies, phone already against his ear.

Despite the reassurance, your eyes remain on Jax as he moves to step away. His fingers find yours for a brief moment, his mind already drifting toward the next task.

"Where you staying tonight?"

You blink. The thought hadn't crossed your mind. "Uh--Figured I'd just get a room—"

Jax's brow furrows. Ignoring the rattling of Nero's voice in his ear, Jax covers the receiver of the phone.

"It's getting late. You can stay with me tonight."

Jax doesn't wait for a debate on the matter. A gentle squeeze of your hand, and he's gone.

Your eyes follow the Reaper on his back, your teeth digging in your lip as he disappears through the chapel doors.

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Make it Rain | Jax Teller

Pairing | Jax Teller x f!Reader

Summary | Reader is Jax’s girl, and neighbor, and she finds herself on his door during a storm.

Warning(s) | Language and extreme fluff.

Autor’s Note | Both Jax and reader are young here, around the age of 18.

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The rain fell merciless on the streets of Charming, highliting the sky with thunderstrucks as the water’s drop pounds loudly against the roofs and windowns, making you shake as you watch the trees’ leaves moving roughly in the air.

From your bedroom you could see the lights were off in the Teller-Morrow’s house and you almost felt guilty as you held the umbrella in your hands but the thunder that came soon, made you brush it away and you quietly make your way downstairs, praying that your parents wouldn’t wake up on you sneaking out that late.

You bit your lip as Jax rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, opening the door enough to let you in and you were actually surprised that your boyfriend had heard his phone ringing with the text, knowing those storms set him deep in sleep, which was the very opposite with you.

“I have a good explanation for this” you whispered as you followed him to his bedroom.

“Yeah?” He closed the door,

“Okay so it’s storming” You started, taking off your shoes before closing the curtains, not wanting to see the trees’ breaches almost flying with the wind.

“No shit, Sherlock”

“Shut up, let me finish.” You turned to see him already on the bed, raising his hands in surrender. “So it’s storming and I’m really scared of storms and I thought... Well, I can cuddle my boyfrie- What? What you’re smiling at?”

He shook his head.

“Nothing, it’s just... You’re fuckin’ adorable, darlin’.” Jax smiled as he realized how lucky he got with you.

He never thought he would be able to love someone again after Tara left him to pick up the pieces of his own heart and yet, there you were. Not only beautiful but the kindest and most stubborn person he has ever met.

“Can I stay?” You pouted, playing with the rebel strands of his hair before tucking them behind his ear.

“Of course you can stay” He took your hand, pulling you down on the bed and against his body, encircling an arm around your waist and you couldn’t help but immediately relaxed a bit into his touch and the warmth of his body.

“Is that my shirt?” A corner of his mouth lifted as he sized you up and down.

“Mmm... maybe?” You batted your lashes, giving him your best innocent smile.

Jax nuzzled his nose on your neck, placing little kisses on the sensitive, soft skin as you tried to pull away. Chuckling as it tickled but the hand around your waist kept you close.

“You little thief” He murmured close to your lips as you managed to turn on your side to face him, eyes darting between your pretty eyes and lips.

“Shut up and kiss me.” You teased and he did, capturing your lips with a tender hunger as he pulled you close, earning a gasp from you. The rain and thunders long forgotten, sheltered around the arms of your boyfriend.

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navybrat817 · 2 years

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Sooo I would like it very much if he can take me on a ride on his Harley but more importantly on his dick! Please!! Like we can pull off on the side of the road, and he can just slip it in!?! Those are my thots of the day! Love you! ♥️♥️

And you say I'm the menace?! You know what you did!

Detour

Pairing: Jax Teller x Female Reader

Word Count: Almost 800

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), teasing, possessive behavior, Jax Teller (he's a warning, okay?)

A/N: Hey, lovelies! I blame @maskedmistress87 and, by extension, @sgt-seabass . I would love to give Jax a proper story. Today, it's simply Sinday. Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Please reblog or comment as it means the world!

When Jax suggested going for a ride, you planned for him to pull over before you reached your destination. Being bent over his bike not only excited you, but your pussy throbbed from going too long without him. Anyone who had the pleasure of being fucked by Jax understood, but that was in the past.

Jax is yours as much as you're his.

No one fucked with his old lady.

All morning you rubbed your ass against his crotch each chance you got. The hitch in his breath and grunts each time you pressed against him, it amazed you that he hadn't buried himself inside you. Especially since you chose his favorite pair of pants. Your ass looked fantastic in them and you refused to let him rip them.

If he dripped out of you later once your pants were back in place, that was a different story.

"Don't start games you can't finish, baby," he warned, grabbing his helmet.

"When have you ever known me to quit playing?" you smiled, grasping the back of his neck to pull him in for a kiss. His beard tickled the skin around your lips as he claimed your mouth, reminding you who had control.

Let him think that.

You shrieked a moment later when he smacked your ass.

"I'd fuck you, but I promised you a ride."

"Promises, promises."

A few minutes later, you're on the road. Your arms securely around his waist, you never felt more free. Jax brought every cell within you to life, which is why your hand wandered down to his jean covered cock.

You weren't sure where he pulled over.

It didn't matter.

The pants you enticed Jax with had been pushed down as far as they could go within seconds, his frame bracketing yours as you bent over at the waist. Your breasts pushed against the seat as you held on. There would be no prep, no teasing. His cock would split you open in seconds and you'd thank him later for it.

By screaming his name and coming all over his cock.

"Couldn't fucking wait, could you?" he asked, his cock slapping your cheek before he brought the tip to your aching hole. "My greedy slut has to have my cock, hmm?"

"Yes!" you cried as he sheathed you in one single thrust.

"Then let me take you for a fucking ride."

You bit your lip as you stretched around him, your nails digging in at the thought of someone catching you. Not that it would stop Jax. His pussy, his rules. If he wanted the entire club to watch as he painted your insides, no one would argue.

"Fuck, baby, you're so wet," he grunted as he snapped his hips. You unashamedly cried out as you took each brutal thrust, his rings pressing into your skin as he pulled you back and forth. "Gonna make a mess my cock, hmm? Leave me nice and wet while we finish our ride? 'Cause it's mine. You're mine."

You wish you could look up at him as you nodded, but your soaked walls around his cock told him what he needed to know: you belonged to him.

"C'mon, baby. My name," he demanded, bending down to bite your collar bone. The angle made him brush that spongy spot inside you, relentless as he hit it over and over. You prayed your knees wouldn't buckle.

"Jax, fuck! Let me come!"

It was never "make me" because he always made you let go. Sex wasn't a release for Jax, it was a way he communicated. Inside you, he reminded you that he loved you the way he could. You loved him just the same.

"Shouldn't let you after you teased me," he taunted, not slowing his pace as he chuckled. He wouldn't fucking dare. "But I'm feeling generous. C'mon, baby. Come. Don't you fucking hold back on me."

Any shred of self control you had left vanished as you came hard and fast, collapsing against the bike as you gushed around his cock. He wanted a mess and your body delivered, riding out the wave of your orgasm as he pistoned into you.

"Fuck, messy girl. Every fucking time," the last word growled as he stilled his hips, emptying himself with groan.

You refused to move as he stayed inside you, basking in the afterglow. It took a moment to remember that you were outside. Anyone could've seen.

"You okay?" he breathed, kissing your temple.

"Yeah," you smiled, tilting your head enough to brush your lips together. "No one caught us?"

"Not yet."

Yet?

"You thought this was one and done?" he asked, lightly rolling his hips as you moaned. "No, baby. I want your pants ruined by the time we get home."

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On Your Knees (fic teaser)

UPDATE: This fic is now posted!

A/N: Hello my dears! It’s been a minute since I’ve posted on here. I still intend to be inactive for the most part, BUT of course Kai has stolen and broken my heart, and this “on your knees” gif struck at my inner slut 💘 So here we are! This is a teaser for a fic that will have lots of smut, while also giving Kai some backstory that I feel he deserves and I wanted to share what I’ve got so far!

“On your knees.”

On your knees.

And now he’s set on taking whatever he damn well may please.

Your voice escapes your throat pathetically. “Kai, it’s me…”

Cocks his head. Lifts his brow. Silent laughter at what you just said. Obviously. But who you are doesn’t mean shit to him now. “Aye, I see.”

You might just choke. The heart that never once stopped beating for this godforsaken rogue just fucking broke.

Straight to the core. Summon what strength you have to speak, unsure whether the vows that you once made have any value anymore. “I’ve come back to you just as I swore…”

“Of course,” he utters as those ice-blue eyes seek out and strike the deepest truth in yours. “You’ve come to me just as you were before: still nothing but a worthless fucking whore.”

--- End teaser ---

If you’d like to be tagged in this fic if and when I post it, just let me know! I don’t plan to tag my full taglist since that list was from aeons ago 🙃

As always much love to all of my fellow Hunnam hoes! 💕

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hoteldreamss · 1 year

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Imagine 5 || king arthur

Артур не знал, что ему делать с его новой женой. Ты была отстранённой, холодной и явно не считала Артура таким же невероятным, как считали другие. Он был королём, если раньше женщины проявляли к нему лёгкую симпатию, то сейчас были особенно настойчивы, даже статные дамы.

Хотя и брак был вынужденным, почему-то Артур верил, что сможет стать хорошим мужем, а затем и отцом. Но ты видимо считала иначе. К счастью или нет, ты не забеременела после вашей первой и брачной ночи. Хотя эта ночь была ужасна не только для тебя, но и для короля, который стал твоим мужем.

Он никогда не думал, что попадёт в столь унизительное положение. Но по итогу, мало того, что Артур долго не мог прийти к возбуждению, заставляя тебя чувствовать себя нежеланной, а его самого не способным, затем он наполнил тебя, когда и минуты не прошло. Хотя для себя он нашёл объяснение в том, что всё это было не по его душу, а ты была девственница, как и полагается принцессе, всё равно ему было стыдно.

И то, что ты избегала его уже вторую неделю не сделало всё проще. Благодаря слугам, он знал где ты и как. Они рассказали, о том, какой грустной ты выглядишь все эти дни, рассказали о том, что ты ни с кем не подружилась, и что просишь их меньше беспокоить себя.

Он чувствовал себя ещё хуже. Думал, что теперь он и ужасный муж. Он хотел дать тебе пространство, а по итогу, заставил чувствовать себя одиноко.

— Моя жена, — его голос мягкий и бархатный, он привлекает твоё внимание, и ты сразу поворачиваешь голову в его направлении.

— Мой король, вы чего-то хотите от меня? — интересуешься ты, следя за своим мужем взглядом, когда он обходит тебя, спокойно и держа руки за спиной.

Ты выглядела умиротворённой сидя в этих садах. Тихое пение птиц и шум от фонтана также заставлял тебя приходить к спокойному состоянию.

— Всего лишь узнать как вы себя чувствуйте и всё ли необходимое у вас есть? — Артур садится рядом с тобой.

Он не знал, как должен прийти к теме огромной ледяной стены между вами, которую ты не стремилась разрушать. Ему даже казалось на небольшой миг, что тебе хотелось этого пространства между вами.

Один из его друзей и рыцарей круглого стола, сказал ему, чтобы он наслаждался. Не все "навязанные" жёны могут так отдаляться и давать столько свободы. Но Артур не видел во всём этом ничего хорошего, и он уже давно пресытился всеми женщинами, которые вытворяли либо невероятные вещи для его удовольствия, либо просто были хорошенькими. Теперь он был королём и уже давно хорошо вжился в эту роль. И он хотел чего-то серьёзного, кого-то хорошего, надёжного рядом с собой.

— Я сыта, моя кровать очень мягкая, а платья и украшения кажутся дорогими и красивыми, поэтому, мне не на что жаловаться, мой король.

Он хмыкает, замечая, как ты называешь его. Ты очень редко обращался к нему «муж» или по имени, хотя он сказал, что ты можешь это делать.

— Я рад, что вы ни в чём не нуждаетесь. Но как вы себя чувствуете?

— Если вас интересует, не разбухает ли мой живот от вашего наследника, то нет, моё чрево пусто.

Артур не имел это в виду, не только потому что уже знал об этом, но и потому что он хотел знать как ты. Как твоё настроение и какие мысли тебя посещают.

— Что ж, это прискорбно, но я уверен, что мы исправим это в скором времени, — стоит ему закончить, как он чувствует себя идиотом, а твой взгляд наполнен замешательством и даже осуждением. — Но я хотел бы знать, хорошо ли вам в замке? Беспокоит ли вас что-нибудь? Или желаете ли вы что-нибудь особенного?

Ты слегка хмуришься и Артур находит это очаровательным. Каким бы уже испорченным он не был, ему всё равно удавалось находить прекрасное и что-то невинное в тебе. Хотя ты и была таковой. Ты была другой, до того, как явилась в Камелот.

— Я ни в чём не нуждаюсь мой король, — произносишь ты.

Этого было бы достаточно и ты уверена, что Артур просто встанет и уйдёт оставив тебя наблюдать за утками плавающими в пруду.

— Если вам что-то понадобиться, моя жена, то сообщите мне. — Он не может больше придумать повода завести с тобой беседу, и ты явно не желаешь его присутствия рядом, поэтому Артур решает просто уйти.

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Как бы это не было прискорбно, но до него доходит, что он должен быть достаточно прямолинеен и мил с тобой одновременно. Потому что ты пытаешься стать всё дальше и дальше. Ты отказывалась от совместного ужина. И в прошлый раз тебе это удалось, но не теперь.

Артур лично приходит к твоим покоям. Охрана пропускает его в твою спальню, и цветочный запах сразу проникает в его лёгкие. Он оглядывает обстановку, замечая множество цветов, должно быть поэтому ты так много проводила в саду, однако король не находит тебя. Тогда он продвигается чуть дальше, в ту часть комнаты, которую прикрывает тюль.

— Т/И! — Он решает сначала окрикнуть тебя, надеясь не проявить неуважение к тебе. Но этого было недостаточно.

Артур застаёт тебя в ванной. Обнажённой, вода блестит под танцующим пламенем свечей, твои волосы небрежно собраны вверх, а глаза становятся похожи на глаза лани. Ты явно встревожена и не знаешь, что ожидать от своего мужа. Хотя Артуру и нравится, то в каком положении он тебя застал, его голова наполняется порочными мыслями, заставляя его немного сжать челюсть. Он не хочет вредить тебе или пользоваться своим правом мужа, хотя он уверен, что любой из его знакомых взял бы тебя, нежно, уговаривая или грубо и резко не интересуясь твоим желанием.

Артур не сделает этого.

— Я не хотел тревожить тебя, — произносит он. — Но слуги передали мне, что ты не можешь прийти на ужин, снова.

— Да, я подумала, что моё присутствие необязательно.

— Это ужин для нас, дорогая жена. — Артур делает пару шагов и замечает как ты меняешь позу в воде, ещё больше пытаясь прикрыться. — Я хочу узнать тебя. И наши ужины должны стать регулярными. Поэтому, я надеюсь, что ты составишь мне компанию.

Ты продолжаешь смотреть на него, как испуганный олень. Но он лишь уходит, давая тебе понять, что просто хочет увидеть тебя через пару минут.

И ты вздохнув, вылезаешь из ванной. Вода стекает по твоему замерзающему телу, пока ты не вытираешь его мягким полотенцем. Во всяком случае, ты надеешься, что еда будет вкусной.

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