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thisreadswhatever · 7 months

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Anything For The Club: Part Six

Will you betray Jax to protect The Club?

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[description]: jax teller x female reader, reader x oc characters

[wordcount]: 3.2k+

[series cw]: 18+, female reader, swearing, sexual harassment/assault (non-canon characters), alcohol use, mix of fluff, smut and angst throughout, p in v sex, teasing, violence, gun use, mentions of blood, murder, blackmail

[authors note]: and that’s the end! hope you enjoyed this as much as i did writing it :)

“Assume you’re used to riding shotgun”, The President asked as he handed you a black helmet.

You put it on and straddled yourself along the back of his bike. “Not usually in heels.”

Realisation of the betrayal you were committing was crushing you. Here you were, sat on another man’s bike, about to ride off into nowhere so he could do god knows what to you. The guilt weighed on your chest as you gripped The President's waist from behind. You reminded yourself the reason you were doing this, Protect The Club. Protect Jax.

“First time for everything, sweetheart.”

He kicked the bike alive, it roaring fiercely as he rode out of the parking lot.

The journey was short. He pulled into a motel lot two blocks up the road. It was a quiet and dingy motel, known for its drug hookups and escorts. The exact kind of place you used to work before you had agreed with Jax to run Diosa. Jax didn’t like sharing, you were his and that was vital to him. You’d agreed that you’d both be entirely faithful to one another there on out, and you knew after this, he’d never forgive you.

“Classy.” You muttered as you pulled the helmet off your head.

“Ain’t gonna matter where you are once I’m inside you, sweetheart.”

“Yeah, sure.”

He placed the bike on its kickstand, and you followed as he made his way across the car park, up a flight of stairs and to room numbered 208. The curtains were already closed on the outside. He grabbed a yellow key card out from his back pocket, unlocking the door.

You stalked your way inside the room, hearing the bolt echo behind you as he secured the latch on the door.

The room was a simple, one large crimson bed centered between wooden side tables, home to two outdated lamps and a dusty bible. The President wandered straight to the mattress, sitting along the edge. He placed the manilla envelope on the side table closest to him before he pulled his cutte off. He slapped the mattress, coaxing you to sit beside him. Across from the front door was a bathroom that you immediately streamlined for. “I’m just gonna freshen up.”

He laid back falling flat across the bed, “don’t leave me waitin’.”

You closed the door behind you, sighing of relief for the brief moment alone. You looked at yourself in the mirror above the sink. It was cracked slightly along the edge, distorting the image in front of you. You turned the tap, letting the water run. The sound of the streaming fossett was soothing, and you closed your eyes with your hands clutching the sink, trying to overcome the sickness you felt burning through your stomach. You wanted to vomit. You took your jacket off, thrusting it to the floor, trying to breathe as you struggled for air. You’d never had a panic attack before but you imagined this is what it felt like.

He’s got you right where he wanted, you told yourself. Alone in a motel and not a soul knows you’re here. You searched your jacket for your phone, before remembering you left it in the car at the diner. Calling for help was out of the equation. Your chest was tight, the sound of your heart thudding engulfing your ears as you tried to gasp for air.

You didn’t have a phone, but you did have the gun. You could go out there and shoot him, take the envelope and run for the hills. And potentially start a gang war by killing The President of another crew, one that’s associated with the Mexican cartels. Dumb idea.

Your last option, just give him what he wants, get the photos, and be done. You’d already made it this far. The guy was hardly the worst looking man on the planet. He was monstrous and crass but it would be a sacrifice of a moment compared to the loss of everything Jax knew.

You let the water run through your fingers before you turned it off. You pulled your hair to the side of your neck, the cold water on your hands dripping down your skin. You can do this, you tried to convince yourself. Protect The Club. Protect Jax. You were going to have to break his heart, to save his club.

You heard a knock on the door at the same time it abruptly opened, not giving you any chance to respond.

“I said don’t keep me waitin’, little lady.”

“Just had to pull myself together.”

He crept towards you, and you instinctively turned into him, your back pressing into the sink behind you.

“I can help you out.”

His hands found your hair, clutching at the root as he pulled your head back. Your hands were grasping the edges of the porcelain, as he brought himself against your body, pressing his lower half into you. You were unable to move. He held you there, watching your face, taking in the sight of you completely at his disposal.

Tears welled in your eyes, unable to be forced back this time, and they began to stream from your face. You realised at this moment that you couldn’t do it. You couldn’t force yourself to want this man. He placed a hand on your cheek, wiping away the drops with his thumb.

“You look so pretty when you cry.”

He pressed his face into yours, kissing you viciously. His tongue tangled against your lips as it searched for entry, but failed as you kept your mouth forced shut. He pulled your head back again by your hair, staring into your eyes. His eyebrows raised as he watched you sobbing, furious from your apprehension.

“I’m not gonna fuck a corpse. You better give me something back.”

His hand released from your hair as he brought them down to your waist, pulling you from the sink. You stumbled against him, trying to find your balance. You wanted more time, a chance to think or just pause this from happening, to try and find a way out.

You forced yourself to find his lips, kissing him back. You entwined your fingers through his hair, hoping you could sell the facade that you wanted him too. A smile formed at the corner of his mouth while yours did all the work.

He seemed to relax before you pulled away, “should we go to the bed?”

“Fuck the bed. I want you here.”

He dragged the hem of your dress to expose your underwear, pulling you tight to his body by your ass. You squirmed at the feel of his hands on you this way, but tried to play calm to control the situation.

Your heel tangled into your jacket beneath you, and you could feel your gun was right under your feet. You kissed him again while he palmed at your backside, dragging his fingers under the fabric of your panties. You lowered your hands down his frame, leading them to his jeans, rubbing against his erection. You crouched down to your knees, your eyes never leaving his.

He groaned aloud as he watched you undo his belt buckle, your face parallel with his dick. “I knew you wanted this, little slut.”

You ignored his degradation, and carried on feeling him with your hands. His head fell backwards, and just as his eyes left yours, you began to press your mouth against his cock, gnawing at the hard membrane covered in denim. Your mouth continued to distract him, as you searched the floor with your free hand, desperate to find the gun in your jacket pocket.

Just as your hand reached the metal piece, your fingers twisting along the handle, The President looked down at you.

“The fuck you think you’re doing?”

You pulled the piece from the jacket, aiming it up at his chest. “Back the fuck up. Now.”

He chuckled at your advance, looking at the gun point towards him as he slowly stepped backwards.

“Maybe you ain’t so smart.”

He backed through the doorway as you stood, continuing to aim the gun. He reached the bed, sitting upright on the edge, his jeans draped around his thighs. He smirked at you, looking directly down the barrel. “We had a deal, little lady.”

You gripped the gun tighter, “I’m not your fucking lady.”

A chuckle escaped his teeth, “You really do need my dick in that dirty mouth of yours.” You paced towards the side table, holding your aim on him as you walked. You kept your focus on his face as you reached for the envelope. “You got any idea what you're starting?”

You placed the envelope under your arm, grasping the gun with both hands again, edging yourself further from the bed, until you were backed against the far wall of the room.

“Nothing I’m not prepared to finish.”

He held his arms out wide, taunting you. “I got a long list of enemies who would do anything for the shot you got right now.”

“I don’t want to kill you, asshole.

I want to leave this room, and pretend I never met you. I want you to leave my Club the fuck alone. I want to go back to my life before you existed.”

He closed his arms, and stood up slowly, pulling up his jeans and clasping his belt buckle back together. “Then I guess you better kill me.”

You readjusted the gun in front of you, “sit back down!”

He ignored you, continuing to pace forward, step by step. “I can see why he picked you as his old lady. Got looks and balls.”

“I said I don’t want to kill you, asshole. Not that I won’t.”

He grinned, reaching for you, extending his arms out. “Don’t be like that, baby.”

He was inches from you again, his chest now pressed against the barrel. You pushed it into him further, “I fucking mean it. Back the fuck up!”

He didn’t waiver. “Drop the gun, sweetheart.”

You pulled the trigger.

The sound of the gun jamming rang through your ears, and you stared at him wide eyed. He slammed the gun from your hand, the metal flinging across the room. He grabbed your wrists, pinning them to the wall behind you, the envelope under your arms falling to the ground, images of The Club spreading across the carpet beneath your feet. He pushed you with force against the wall, crushing your wrists in his grasp.

He spoke low into your ear, “No more choices.”

You tried to retreat, but the weight from his body engulfed you, making it impossible for you to move. The stubble of his beard scraped against your skin as his mouth moved against your neck. You screamed for him to stop, but the pleas fell on deaf ears, seeming to entice him further. His body was entrapping you against the wall so harshly that his hands could move freely, creeping their way under your dress as he tore at the seams, ripping it open. You recalled how it felt to be trapped by this man that first night you met at Diosa, and you knew now that had the eyes of the entire lobby not been present, this would’ve been your fate then. You closed your eyes, giving up the fight.

Suddenly he stopped, interrupted by a repeated banging on the door.

“Y/n?”

“Jax! Jax! I’m in-”, his hand slapped against your mouth. You bit the skin as hard as you could, but he didn’t release. Instead he plowed your body into the ground, laying over you as you crumbled to the floor, crushing you into the gap between the wall and bed.

He stared into your eyes as he held your mouth shut, whispering to you through his clenched teeth.

“Shut the fuck up or I’ll kill you with my bare hands.”

Tears streamed as your muffled screams paused. You clutched his hand against your mouth, trying to pry it from your face. You could only listen as Jax repeatedly thrust his entire weight against the wood of the door, the metal latch bulking under the pressure. The bolt gave in, and the door flew open.

“Jesus-” Jax was armed and reeling as he looked around the room. Your jacket, the gun and the images strung out across the motel room.

Your mouth was released from his grip as he pulled you by your hair. You winced at the pain, trying to find your footing as you stood up. He held you there like a prize, showing off your exposed and broken frame, tears pouring down your face. Jax’s core was stiff, glaring at The President with a look you hadn’t ever seen from him before.

His jaw flexed as he put his gun back into his cutte, speaking slowly through his gritted teeth.

“Get your hands off her.”

Your blackmailer smiled, his hands twisting further into your hair. “We were only just getting started.” His hands never left you, taunting Jax further. He looked at you up and down, licking his lips before turning back to Jax. “You got a good one here, Pres.”

“You got one more chance. Then I’m done talking.”

He pulled your hair back further, and you swayed as your balance was rocked.

“Oh, relax. Only wanted to try out the slut for myself.”

That was it, Jax lunged for him. Any restriction of his fury was completely unleashed, as he stormed across the room, grabbing The President by the head, slamming it against the wall. You were finally released from his grasp, and threw yourself across the bed, rolling onto the other side of the room.

You watched as they fought against the motel floor, Jax on top of him, repeatedly smashing his head into the carpet with all his strength. The bangs against the upstairs floor rocked the supports beneath it, thudding as Jax gasped from the repeated exertion. The President heaved his elbow into Jax’s stomach, and he fell backwards sitting upright, his back slamming against the side table. The table lamp crashed to the floor as Jax launched himself back into the President, crumbling him again. Jax was on top of the President, pounding his fists into his face repeatedly. He smiled at Jax, showing his bloody teeth as he took the beating.

But he didn’t let up, he continued to crush into him, his elbow dropping against his flesh, further forcing his face further into the carpet. Jax’s fists rammed into his face, for what felt like eternity, as blood poured from The President’s nose and mouth.

The President reached beneath him, grabbing a knife from the sheath that hung from his jeans. He sliced into Jax’s leg, and he screamed out in agony, making you flinch. Jax dropped his knee onto The President’s hand, crushing the knife out of his grasp.

His leg was bleeding through his jeans, but he didn’t stop. You watched as he endlessly beat the President into nothing, pure rage fueling his hands forward. Blood sprayed from the open wounds of his face onto the wall beside the bed frame, covering the floor and Jax too. Only once The President stopped moving, the groans from his mouth silencing, did Jax stop.

He was on top of him when he glanced at you, hiding in the corner of the room, your dress tore to shreds and tears streaming down your face.

He crawled off of The President’s lifeless body, crouching towards you. He wrapped you in his arms, and the relief of feeling Jax holding you again turned your tears into sobs.

“You okay?”

“I’m so- sorry-”

“Shhh. Darlin’ you got nothing to be sorry for.”

He cupped your face in his bloody hands, his rings glistening red from the liquid. His eyes matched yours, water pooling at the lids.

“Did he hurt you?”

You shook your head. “A few minutes later and he-”, you couldn’t continue as the sobs poured from your chest. He didn’t need you to say anymore. He hugged you tight against him as he stroked your hair, soothing your wimpers into submission. You looked up at him as he wiped the tears from your face.

“I had no choice- he was going to rat- he had proof-”

“I know, darlin’. Nero told me everything.”

“He did? But how did you find me?”

“Your car was still at the diner but you weren’t there. I didn’t know what to think-” he flinched at the memory. “I just kept riding, then I saw the bike parked outside the motel. I was checking rooms and then I heard you scream-” You kissed him before he could continue. His hands stroked the back of your head, “I’m here now, darlin. It’s okay.”

“He’s the President of another club.” You wanted to look at the carnage but you couldn’t bring yourself away from Jax’s face.

He took a deep breath, looking up from you to the body laying in a pool of blood across the motel floor. His body tensed as anger filled him again, his tongue pressing against the bottom of his mouth as it straightened into a hard line. “He’s nothing now.”

You sat up from Jax’s arms, watching him as he stared at The President, his eyes shifting from care and sorrow and morphing into pure rage once again. “They’re all done. Nobody is ever gonna hurt you again. You’re mine and anyone who touches you- they’re as dead as that guy and everyone that’s ever associated with him.”

He shifted onto his knee as he stood up, taking off his cutte. He removed the black SAMCRO t-shirt he had on and handed it to you, before putting his hoodie and cutte back on himself again. You placed the t-shirt over your ripped dress, and stood up alongside him. Jax walked over towards The President’s body, collecting the printed photographs that surrounded him on the floor. He flicked through the pictures, scoffing at the evidence.

“This prick’s been trailing us for weeks. These are from a run two months ago.” He carried the stack into the bathroom as he examined the images, before igniting the corners with his lighter, leaving them to burn in the sink. He watched as the flames turned the paper into ash. “Are there more of these?”

You shrugged your shoulders, “he said this was all he had.”

Jax picked your jacket off the bathroom floor. He walked back to you, draping it over your shoulders. “Doesn’t even matter. His crew is good as dust.”

You kneeled to the ground, reaching under the bed for the jammed gun. Jax looked at the weapon in your hands, “Did you try to use it?”

You handed the metal piece to him, “piece of shit jammed.”

He hugged you again, wrapping his arms around you. “That’s my girl. Least I got to pummel the cunt to death myself.” He placed the gun into his holder. “Let’s get you home.” Jax held your waist as you both headed for the door.

“Jax?”

He looked down at you, “you okay darlin’?”

Your eyes peered back at the bloodied mess that had unfolded on the motel room floor.

“Maybe we should call that cleanup guy you know.”

Jax smiled, kissing you reassuringly on the side of your head as you walked together. “I’m on it.”

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bullet-prooflove · 9 months

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it's me again! hope you don't mind, I'm just obsessed with your writing 💕

Can we get the prompt "lean back a little and let me watch" with Nero Padilla?

It's just like one of your Cam Shows, Nero thinks, except it's not, not really. Because you're sitting on the edge of his bed clad in black lingerie that accentuates every single one of your assets. Your wrists are bound behind you with the black leather cuffs your client has supplied just for the making of this video, along with the bright red ball gag that separates your lips.

Your thighs are astride the Sybian, the lace of the fabric rubbing across the device as it slowly fucks into you.

"Lean back a little." Nero directs you as he views the scene through the camera. "Let me watch what it's doing to you."

You comply with his demands and Nero finds his trousers growing a little tighter. This is the third video he'd helped you film and each and every one has lead to him getting a cold shower afterwards.

He looks at the time on the camera.

Ten seconds left.

Time for the big finish.

He holds up his hands for you to see and begins counting down.

You make a scene of getting off, moaning and rolling your hips in time with that machine.

The shit you do... it's art form he thinks, no wonder your clients keep coming back for more. When it's over, he flicks off the camera before stepping up in front of you, his fingers gently unbuckling the ball gag.

His thumb skates over the red indentations of your cheek as he withdraws it from your mouth and tosses it away.

"You put it on a little too tight this time Mami." He murmurs tilting your head up to examine the damage. "Doesn't look like it bruised though."

He undoes the cuffs next before turning his back as you remove yourself from the Sybian. He picks up your robe from the chair before holding it out for you.

"Sorry about your room," Nero says as he listens to the rustle of silk across your skin. "It's gonna take a couple of days for us to get it fixed, it needs to dry out before we can replaster it."

"Not a problem. It's not like you can help a burst pipe." You tell him cinching the belt at the waist before sitting down on the edge of the bed. "Your room worked fine. You can turn around now I'm decent."

Nero complies before shaking his head and smiling because you wrapped up in that midnight blue robe of yours...

It's anything but decent.

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zahlibeth · 3 months

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Sons of Anarchy 5x13

Nero Padilla and Marcus Alvarez

bonus Alvarez swagger

happy birthday @rewritetheending <3

#sons of anarchy #5x13 #sons of anarchy 5x13 #zahligif #nero padilla #marcus alvarez #in my sons of anarchy era #gifset #z

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j0hnny-d3pp · 2 months

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If you post about any of the following:

Sons of Anarchy

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Nero Padilla

Damian Priest

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And I don't already follow your blog, like or reblog this cuz I need new blogs to follow! :)

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purplerain85 · 1 year

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Tell me I was Dreaming

Pairing: Happy x Reader

Summary: You received that horrible voicemail from Jax about Happy and you take the start of your anger out on the house.

Warnings: Angst, anger, crying, screaming, swearing. Illusions to a threesome but no details

A/N: this was kind of what I was trying to write yesterday 🫣 but that wasn’t how it went. I got the inspiration from“Tell Me I Was Dreaming” by Travis Tritt

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Three weeks it’s been three weeks since Happy was taken by the Chinese and you have been so restless, on edge to the point your boss put you on paid leave. You could barely keep it together at home having to deal with stupid people asking stupid insignificant questions about things.

You could feel your past self trying to scratch herself to out. You met Happy 5 years ago and although it wasn’t normal by any means but he loves you for you psycho bitch and all. He was the only man who has been able to handle you and wasn’t afraid to say no to you. If there was a true definition of a Dominant it would describe Happy to a T. He could handle you anywhere any time even though you gave him a run for his money, he kept you grounded.

Flashback to 2.5 years ago

The night he told you that his brothers knew about your past he had come home and dropped to his knees in front of you, you went stiff because you thought he cheated on you and you were thinking you were how you were going to murder the crow eater who was brave enough to fuck around with you. Then he said “they all know about your past because Tig made a comment about you and I spilled the beans, because I was just so angry at him. But I don’t know if I scared the hell out of him or if wants the bang the fuck out you even more” Happy says sadly

You just burst out laughing, laughing so hard that you were crying. Happy looks up you with the most confused face. “I thought I was going to have to torture a bitch because you cheated on me” you say through your laughs “Only to find out that Tig got under your skin. As for him being scared of me I doubt it that man is the King of Walking Kink of Everything!” You continue and then make side comment “You could always ask if he wants to join us one night” “on a more serious note are you going to tell Jax? About me?”

Turns out Jax just took Happy’s word that you had a past and didn’t think too much of it. “We all have one brother”

Three weeks ago

Happy was packing his bag for the job he was doing on his own and you felt uneasy about it and was a ball of nerves. “I will be fine woman, you know I will be I will be back in five days and then I will fuck you mindless again!” Happy say smiling at you putting has hand on your stomach “maybe we can try for a baby again?” He says “I don’t think the world is ever going to ready for a little one of us” you say giggling. He laughs and says “maybe they will come out normal” he hugs and kisses you “I love you Y/N Goodbye” and out the door he went. All you could think was “Goodbye?? You never say Goodbye”

Present

You are walking up to the house with your groceries and noticed you had a missed call and noticed it was from Jax and that there was a voicemail. “Hey Siri play my voicemail” then the message started playing “Hey Y/N we got Happy back but not how we wanted…. Umm I am sorry” end of message.

You stood there frozen and asked Siri to play the message again and again and again and then you dropped crying and screaming “no, no, no, no, NOOOOO!!!!!” At the realization that he is gone that you were left here crying, never to hear “I love you” anymore. You are in a complete state of confusion you just want to believe he is going to come home that your imagination is just telling you lies. That he really didn’t say Goodbye that day.

Next thing you knew you were smashing lights, breaking windows, TVs taking the safety bat to anything that you could. You ripped the couches and chairs apart you destroyed the kitchen and made your way to your shared bedroom broke everything all the mirrors around the bed opened the closet you were going to burn everything but then you got a whiff of Happy’s scent and you just fall to the ground around his clothes. And cry and cry and cry and cry until there is nothing left to cry you are beyond exhausted and beyond dehydrated.

You are still sitting there when Nero comes by you hear him call but you don’t answer you know he will find you sooner or later. When he does he squats down in front of you “What happened to the house Y/N?” Nero asked as he came closer to you. Nero is by far the sweetest kind hearted person you have ever had the pleas of meeting, you have no idea how the hell Gemma ever got him, she never deserved a man like it.

Your voice was hoarse “he couldn’t even be a man and tell me to my face! He pulled a cowardly move and left a voicemail and FUCKING VOICEMAIL NERO!” “I cannot even begin to even know where to start.” Nero gives you the saddest look you have ever seen and know there will be more. “Nero I just wanna be alone. I am not going to do anything stupid” you hand him a little white stick and say “I never got the chance to tell him Nero, it’s all he wanted and he will….. never….. know” you get a fresh batch of tears. Nero does what you ask and leaves.

You hear him talking to Jax and you hear he is at his house with everyone and they are just waiting on Tara to get back from work.

If there is one this Happy and you always agreed on was revenge, eye for an eye, payback whatever you wanna call it. You were going to make sure Jax remembered not to lie to you not to make Broken Promises to you and above all to fear you like the rest did. You don’t even think when you pull out your phone “Tara I need you to meet me at the clubhouse please”

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rebelwrites · 1 year

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Hi love! Let’s do Nero with smile, hug, soft

First one for Nero, enjoy 😘

The moment you landed at the airport you scanned the arrivals lounge looking for the one person you had missed the most.

A small smile tugged on your lips the moment you saw Nero. You don’t care as you barged through the crowd dragging your suitcase behind you, this trip had been long and horrible and you couldn’t wait to be back in the arms of your man.

As soon as you were close enough he pulled you in for the tightest hug causing you to nuzzle your face into his soft cardigan

#rebels 100 words #nero padilla #nero padilla x reader #nero padilla imagine #sons of anarchy #sons of anarchy x reader

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reyeswritesmc · 1 year

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“people you know, people you don’t” masterlist

Summary: moving all the way to the other side of the state of california, you wanted to start fresh. a completely new life from your old one. follow along to the many many hardships the reader (you) go through in this story!

NOTE: a lot of the parts in this story will follow events that happened in only some of the episodes of Sons! (Parts that won’t follow the timelines of the episodes won’t be stated otherwise!)

1. Part One “Introductions awaiting” (S4 E1) ->TBD

2. Part Two “Settling in” -> TBD

3. Part Three “Troubling events” (S4 E6) -> TBD

4. Part Four “Hands” (S4 E10) -> TBD

**!MORE PARTS TO COME!**

#sons of anarchy #sons of anarchy imagine #jax teller #chibs telford #tig trager #happy lowman #tara knowles #clay morrow #gemma teller #juice ortiz #bobby munson #opie winston #piney winston #lyla winston #marcus alvarez #nero padilla #mayans mc

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drabbles-mc · 2 years

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What if Jimmy Smits’s Nero popped up in Mayans?

I would combust.

Honestly I would love to see how they would tie him in. All these boys currently need a man like Nero in their lives. Someone who has been through some shit and still has a level head on his shoulders. Goddd that would be so good.

Bring back my man with the slutty cardigans!!

#ask #asks #nero padilla #mayans mc #coololdsoulpoetlove

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thisreadswhatever · 7 months

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Anything For The Club: Part Three

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[description]: jax teller x female reader, reader x oc characters

[wordcount]: 1.8k+

[summary]: You continue to struggle with the discovery from Diosa, while you find comfort from Jax in the best way he knows how.

[series cw]: 18+ minors do not interact! female reader, swearing, sexual harassment/assault (non-canon characters), alcohol use, mix of fluff, smut and angst throughout, p in v sex, teasing, violence, gun use, mentions of blood, murder, blackmail

Nothing else seemed unordinary about your day after the letter debacle. You finished counting up the stock and finalised the bar order with Mandy, then got to setting up for opening. She had asked you a few more times about the letter, but you just tried to shrug her off as best you could. You knew she would demand an explanation later, despite the fact you had none.

The doors opened at Diosa and business began as usual. Saturdays we’re always touch and go, though this one seemed to be picking up well. The Club had made an appearance, with most of the crew crowding the lobby and talking to their favourite girls. The clients were all on their best behaviour with the Club there. Jax had arrived with them, drinking a beer at the bar and chatting with Nero who sat beside him. You knew you could trust Nero not spill on what happened last night, and he figured if you were really upset about it then you would have told Jax yourself. You carried on as normal, schmoozing the clients and helping serve drinks with Mandy and the other girls.

“Things got pretty heavy down there, I don’t think it’s sustainable long term anymore. Got me thinking of expanding further up North.” Jax sipped his beer as he spoke to Nero.

“There’s a reason why there’s no heat up there. Not much goes on up North. Nowhere to push.”

“Maybe that’s what we need. Less pushing.”

Nero placed his hand on Jax’s shoulder, pulling in closer to him as he spoke, “I know you’ll figure it out, son. There’s a way to handle your business without blood. Just gotta find that balance.”

Jax gripped his hand back, nodding his head.

“Nice to have the SONS in here instead of those other assholes”, Mandy was putting a tray down on the bar as she muttered to Nero.

“What assholes?” Jax asked, overhearing. Mandy looked at Nero, unsure if she should’ve kept her mouth shut. “Just some drunk handsy pricks from further South”, Nero replied nonchalantly.

“Wonder what would make them come all the way to Charming'', Jax asked. Nero shrugged his shoulders as he left the bar heading towards the front desk, “Less pushing.”

Jax chuckled at Nero’s response while he took another swig of his beer. He looked around, and you caught his glance, leaving your client as you followed his eyes. You leaned over the bar to him, “Can I get you another one, darlin?” You smiled as you mocked him. Jax was playfully grinning at you, it wasn’t often you got to serve him a drink.

You passed him a beer and he held onto your hand as you extended it, leading you over as you walked along the bar until you were on the same side as him. He sat you in his lap, with one hand on your thigh, and the other taking a sip from the bottle. You chuckled at him, flutters filling your stomach as you perched on his knee.

“The clients are already intimidated by you enough, babe. Don’t think they need to see the management getting fondled on the bar.”

Jax nuzzled his face into the nape of your neck, biting your flesh. “Let them watch.” You moaned softly, smiling at his bravado. He whispered in your ear, his beard scratching your face as he spoke, “it’s been three days since I got into those jeans, don’t make me wait any longer darlin’.”

The desperation in his voice unwound you, and you needed him too. You got up from his knee, grabbing his hand as he stood from the stool. You led him towards the back, and he pulled at your waist as you walked, prying at the skin under your shirt.

As you made it to the hallway, you were sharply reminded of the events from last night. It was as if Jax sensed your anxiety because the moment the memory had popped into your head, he forced you into the wall, kissing you frantically. You completely forgot why you were anxious in the first place, as his body pressed against yours. His mouth lapped at your lips, and his hands lifted your shirt exposing the skin above your jeans, feeling the cold leather of his kutte crushing into you. You were aware that you still weren’t totally out of view from the lobby, but you didn’t care. You grasped at his hair, pulling him tighter to you, lifting your leg around his back, locking him into place. Jax was greedy for more, pulling at your jeans and squeezing the denim between your thighs. You moved away slightly, wary of clients watching what was occurring in the hallway.

Jax snarled at your apprehension, “I need you, now.”

He lifted your body from its pinned position on the wall, making you gasp as he carried you to your office. His mouth never left yours. He closed the door behind him, finding your desk and shoving the documents to the floor. You heard your laptop crash with them.

“Fuck Jax, that was my laptop!” You wanted to check if it was okay, but it didn’t even matter now as he laid you out across the surface. You were completely numb to anything but him, the President, the letter, your laptop, nothing else but Jax mattered.

He ignored your protest as he hovered above you, finally sliding your jeans off as he continued his assault on your mouth. He trailed his hands above your underwear, leading his fingertips up to your stomach, further up your breasts and stopping at your jaw. He placed his hand there, locking your neck into place with his grasp. His thumb found your mouth between his, caressing your bottom lip. You instinctively opened your mouth further. “That’s my girl. Keep it open.”

His fingers entered next, and you sucked them fervidly. Once they were dripping from your mouth, he led them back down your body to the inside of your panties, spreading the moisture across your mound. You moaned at the feeling as he massaged circles into your clit.

You felt a smile come across his mouth as it pressed into yours, proud of the dripping pool that he was responsible for. “You really did miss me.”

You groaned at the praise, pushing your hips higher into his hand. You gasped between kisses, “I missed you so bad, Jax.”

The pressure of his hand gnawed at your mound, and then suddenly his hand was gone, as it pulled your underwear from your legs. He stood up, watching you as he removed his jeans. You loved when Jax watched you, drinking you in before he ripped you apart. He smiled ear to ear as he dragged your legs to the edge of the desk, “the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.”

It didn’t take him much to unravel you, and you were already near the edge as he teased your entrance with his dick. “Please, take me.” The whine in your voice was like ecstacy to him, and he wasn’t going to stop yet.

His hard length lined up with your folds, hovering against you as you moaned in desperation for him to enter.

“You want me to fuck you?”

Your eyes rolled into the back of your head, groaning at the taunt. “Fuck me- now.” He moaned at your response, leaning into you to bring his mouth to yours.

He continued to tease you, sliding along your mound as the heat radiated from your legs. He moved his throbbing cock upwards along your clit, skimming your entrance as you squirmed to lead it inside. “You’re so fucking needy for me, baby.”

“Please- take me.”

He chuckled at your plea, leaning his forehead into yours. “You sure you’re ready? I don’t think you’re wet enough”, He chuckled.

You moaned again at the taunt. Only Jax could make you feel like this. “Jackson Teller, shut the fuck up and take me.”

His smile grew as he gave into your begging, pushing himself into your dripping entrance with one swift movement. You gasped at the fullness, feeling instant relief as he repeatedly thrusted into your core. His hands found yours and he pinned them above your head on the desk as he bit the skin below your jawline. It didn’t take long before you were ready to succumb.

“I’m so- close, Jax-”

His head fell back at the sound of your enjoyment. “Already darlin’? You want to cum for me that fast?”

Your fingertips dug into his back, digging into the leather of his kutte. You tried to wait and savor the feeling, but you were too far gone. You felt yourself unravel onto his dick, tightening and squeezing on him as he repeatedly pounded into you.

“Fuck-”, You wanted to put your hands in your mouth to muffle your moans, but it was impossible as they were secured above you. You whimpered at the release as your legs began to shake around him.

“You feel so fucking good. All mine.”

His free hand caressed your breasts, his large hands engulfing them as he continued to push deeper into you. He was relentless with his thrusts, pushing you closer and closer towards your second climax.

“Tell me you’re mine.”

You were desperate to stay quiet, unsure who could hear you behind the door, but you couldn’t contain the level of your voice as you responded. “I’m yours, Jax”, and with that you unraveled him too, as he collapsed into you, finding your final release together.

He laid on top of you for a moment, removing your hands from his grasp, and letting your arms move freely. You wrapped them around him, feeling the rise and fall of his chest as he regained his breath. He pulled himself up, leaning on the edge of the desk, and he found your lips again, kissing you softly this time. He spoke through the kisses, chuckling to himself before he clued you in on the joke, “maybe we should check on your laptop now, babe.”

You looked at the floor beneath your desk, documents spread far and wide on the floor. You giggled back at him, “I think it’s a little late.”

Jax kissed you one last time before he stood up and pulled back on his jeans. You followed his lead, finding your strung out panties across the room as you attempted to regain your decorum. He lit a cigarette before he started to collect the papers off the floor, and piled them on your desk.

“What happened here?” He asked amusingly, cigarette between his lips, as he noticed the large brown patch under your chair.

“I spilled a mug of coffee earlier. That stains there for life.”

Jax looked at you, and he seemed confused. You could tell by his face that he knew it was out of character for you to be so clumsy. You were grateful he didn’t push you on it. “I’ll have someone come out to look at it. I know a guy who specialises in clean ups.”

“That doesn’t surprise me.”

Jax grinned at your response, and took you by your hand, leading you back out into the lobby.

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