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thisreadswhatever · 1 year

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His Best Friend's Sister

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[description]: jax teller x fem!reader

[wordcount]: 2.2k

[summary]: as Opie’s little sister, you never really had a chance with Jax. but with a plan to make him jealous one night at Diosa, you're hoping you can change all of that.

[cw]: 18+, flirting, slight angst, smut, younger reader (just out of college), pet names, oral f receiving, choking, biting, mildly rough sex, spelling/grammar errors throughout

[an]: this is based off of this request (thank you!) - it took so long to finish as i was struggling to write for awhile. it’s not as rough smut wise as it could’ve been but for my first one in a few months it could’ve been worse. anyways now it’s complete i think it may be one of my favourite things i’ve wrote for jax! hope you enjoy. requests are always welcomed - they really help me gain some confidence in my writing. if you’d like to be tagged in future works please lmk :)

“Are you sure you’re okay with this, brother?”

Jax was perched against the door of the men’s bathroom in Diosa.

“If my sister’s going to be with any outlaw, I guess it’s better off being my best friend.”

Jax was amused at this, smirking as he pushed Opie in the shoulder. “As far as outlaws I’d say I’m a pretty big catch.”

Opie scoffed while he zipped up his jeans, “Just don’t break her heart, or I’ll have to break your jaw.” Jax grinned at his best friend, “fair enough.”

You’d known Jax since you were both little kids, and between him and Opie, you always felt like just the pestering little sister, even if you were only two years younger than them. Once you’d graduated college and moved back to Charming, you’d realised just how much you liked Jax. He wasn’t like any guy you’d met at college, and you were crushing.. hard. It had been weeks of playing it cool, and you were done with the act. Tonight you had put on your best dress for Chib’s birthday party at Diosa, and you were going to make Jax see you weren’t just Opie’s annoying little sister anymore.

He walked in from the back rooms with Opie, laughing and running his hands through his hair, rings on every other finger. There was just something about Jax. You pretended you didn’t see him, but any chick with eyes would’ve looked. Melissa, one of the Diosa girls that you’d recently become friends with, had noticed him arrive too.

“Well if your plan doesn’t work in that dress, you got no chance.”

You’d wore the sexiest dress you had, a black short formed velvet dress with tiny straps and the tightest push up bra you could find.

“It’s not like it’s the first time I’ve worn a dress in front of him. He probably won’t notice me at all.”

Nonetheless, you did what you could to catch his eye. You shimmied on your seat towards the bar to make sure Jax could see you, and maybe he could catch a glimpse of your best assets flaunting with the help of your bra. You glanced over at him, wishing he’d glance back so you could lock eyes, yet he was clearly preoccupied by the heated discussion Tig and Bobby were having.

Melissa sighed, “we gotta go for plan B.”

You had no clue what she meant. “Hey Lucas, get over here.” You shifted your view from Jax to her, shocked by whatever she was conjuring up.

“What the fuck are you doing Melissa?”

“You want Jax to notice you?”

“By talking to a prospect?”

“Just shut up and do what I say.” If she wasn’t your closest friend here, you would’ve punched her. Lucas had only been a prospect with the club for a few months, he was shy and in your opinion, a little too innocent looking to be an outlaw. He stood beside your table, unsure what it was he was there for.

“Hey ladies. What can I do for ya?”

“Why don’t you sit down? We don’t bite.” Poor Lucas was melting at the flirty smile Melissa flashed his way. He shrugged and wedged himself on the empty chair placed at the edge of the table, right beside you. You almost felt bad for him.

Almost. Because it was that very moment that you glanced at Jax, and realised he was looking over now, directly at you, smiling while sipping his beer. Your heart started to race.

“What do you think of y/n’s dress?” She must’ve really wanted you to punch her. How the fuck was this going to get you Jax? Lucas pulled at the collar of his shirt, clearly wary that whatever the answer, he was in for it.

“It’s smokin’. Is that all you called me over here for?” Melissa nudged you on the side, pushing you closer to Lucas. “We just thought you may wanna get to know y/n a little better. Seeming as you’re new to the club and all.” You weren’t sure if Lucas looked delighted at the attention or like he wanted to run for the hills.

Melissa whispered in your ear, “It’s working.”

You looked over your shoulder back to the bar, and she was right, Jax hadn’t taken his eyes off you. You decided to play into it a little more. “Hey Lucas, did you know there’s a room out the back that is completely sound proofed?” Melissa gawked at your blunt question. Okay, maybe that was too far. “Umm.. no...” You leaned into him, placing your hand on his leg. “Yep, wanna see?” Lucas gulped and stood up. “Sure, why not.” You smiled at him and held your hand out for him to take, and you both headed towards the back rooms. You didn’t so much as peak at Melissa, but you did look at Jax. He was still watching, as you left the lobby, hand in hand with Lucas.

“This is the room. Pretty cool, huh?” You walked along the velvet wall frame, covered in grey foam squares. The room was large and full of red silk and tapestry. Lucas trailed behind you, closing the door as he followed. “Why would there be sound proofing at a massage parlour?” You laughed, the poor kid really was as naive as he was innocent. “This isn’t a massage parlour, silly.” You were about to explain, until there was a loud knock at the door. Before anyone could answer it, Jax walked in. “Club business out back, prospect. Tig’s looking for you.” Lucas practically ran, nodding at Jax as he left, slamming the door behind him.

And just like that, you were alone. With Jax. For the first time. Ever.

“Hi, Jax.” was all you could get out.

“Hey there, darlin.”

“Club business? Now?” You sat down on the edge of the bed, brutally aware of how high the skin on your thighs were now exposed from the already too short dress. Jax ignored your question as he sat down right next to you, twirling a lighter in his hands. “What exactly were you doing in here with the prospect?” You couldn’t lie to Jax, you were smart enough to know he’d see right through it. You also couldn’t tell him how you’d used the poor innocent soul to make him jealous either. “He wanted to see the room. I was being courteous.” Jax couldn’t contain the laughter now, “Courteous? He looked like his face was gonna melt off.”

Jax stood up and leaned back on his heels, plainly drinking you in with his eyes.

“Were you always this hot?”

Your heart started to race again, crimson filled your cheeks, but you knew you had to play it cool. You narrowed your eyes at him, “Is that supposed to be a compliment?”

Jax smiled back at you. “I never really noticed before. Being Ope’s sister kinda means you’re off limits.” Great. Still in little sister territory. “Then why are you here?”

He was walking to the other side of the room before he sat on the love seat in the far corner. “I wanted to check out the sound proofing.” He was highly amused.

“Very funny.” You figured he was just fucking with you, so you got up from the bed, heading for the door.

“Wait, don’t go.” Jax rushed to stand inbetween you and the doorway, blocking your exit. “I’m only messing with you babe. I’m here cos I couldn’t let Lucas have the hottest girl in Charming.”

“What’s it to you if I’m ‘off limits’..”

The gap between you and Jax was slimming so much you were sure he could hear your heart pounding through your chest. “Play it cool, play it cool” was all you kept repeating to yourself.

“That was before I told Ope I want you to be my old lady. And before I saw you seducing the prospects-“, Jax closed what space was remaining between you, “but I guess if you’d rather have a prospect I could leave you lovebirds to it..”

You shook your head. “Lucas is cute and all but you’re pretty alright too.” Jax leaned into you smiling, turning his back from the door. You moved with him, until you were the one with your back against the door, and Jax so close you could feel his chest moving with each breath. “I definitley don’t want to share you with Lucas.” He was so matter of fact. His nose was touching yours, your body’s morphing into one from the closeness. Fuck.

“Then make me all yours.”

Jax pulled his weight into you, pressing you firmly against the door. You grabbed his cut and pulled him tighter, if that were even possible, securing every inch of your body against his. You wrapped your hands into his blonde hair, tugging at the strands, before pulling your mouth to his. You had to stretch on your toes to reach him, using his hair to bring him closer to your level. He kissed you back with intent, his breath warm and smelling of cigarettes and beer, and you couldn’t get enough. Moans escaped between your lips as his hands travelled all over your dress, pushing you even further into the door so you could feel his hard on rubbing against you.

He pulled your hands from his hair, pinning them above your head to the door. He secured you there with one hand, and used his other to trail his fingers down your chest and stomach, pulling the fabric of your dress higher and higher. He kept his hand against your thigh, gnawing at the skin between your legs, all while kissing your neck as he moved towards your ear. “I like you like this”, he whispered. You groaned at the sound of his praise. This all just felt too good to be true.

He tugged the skin of your thighs tighter and the sensation sent tingles through your core, like a fire was burning in your hips towards your mound. It was all too much. “Holy shit, Jax. Just fuck me already.”

He giggled into your neck and suddenly your hands were released, with your feet lifted off the ground as Jax threw you on the bed. He was standing over you, pulling the buckle from his belt in his jeans. “Mmmm.. well maybe I like you like this better. Take off those panties.” You did as he said, knowing you would follow every instruction he ever gave you without a second thought. You wiggled out of your laced briefs while you lay there, before balling them up and throwing them at him. Jax caught them with one hand, and put them in his back pocket before pulling his jeans off. “What about my dress?” you asked playfully. He knelt down beside the bed, extending his hands to feel you under the dress that was now barely clinging to your body, before sliding them down to your legs and spreading them wide. “Stay just like that.”

He pulled at your hips and slid your body down the length of the bed until you were just hanging off the edge. You whimpered at the touch of his tongue to your soaking pussy. Jax was lapping up every inch of you, and you could feel the pressure mounting between your legs in response. “Jax- fuck- please.” It was all too much. The kneading of your thighs beneath his fingers as he pulled you further into his mouth, his tongue circling and sucking and pulling your clit over and over and over and over. You were almost at the brink of relief when Jax pulled away, smirking at you from the bedside. “Ever since I saw you in that dress I wanted to have my head under it.” He hovered over you, licking his lips before planting them on yours, making you taste every drip of your drenched pussy. You couldn’t take much more.

“Don’t make me beg, Jax.” You could barely get the words out between the gasps of air and his relentless tongue encapsulating yours.

“You don’t have to beg darling’, I’m going to take you so fucking bad.”

Jax pulled his cock from his briefs and slid into you before you could even respond, pounding his length into you while pressing your neck with his hand, choking you into the bed. “Fuck- you’re- so- big.” Your eyes rolled in the back of your head at the fullness inside of you. You wrapped your hands around his arm securing his to your neck, craving more. He pushed his thumb into your mouth, holding it open as he repeatedly thrusted into you. “Show me what your mouth can do, baby.” You did as he said, sucking and caressing his thumb with your tongue as he lifted your legs from the bed, pulling him deeper inside you. You whimpered and bit on his thumb to stop the noises pouring from your throat, before he removed his hand from your neck. He leant down into you, kissing you while fucking you, pulling your dress to expose your breasts.

“Don’t need to be quiet in a sound proofed room babe. I want to hear you.” His words took you over the edge, and you came together simultaneously. Jax collapsed to your side.

“Holy fuck, Jax.” You couldn’t get anymore words out. He grinned at you as you giggled, embarrassed at your lack of words.

Jax kissed you before grabbing your ass and pulling you closer to him.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.”

Your cheeks at this point must’ve been the furthest shade of red imaginable. “I’m pretty sure this isn’t real.”

“Better believe it babe. And I’m not even done with you yet.”

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theycallmequeenie · 9 months

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Lexie And Happy

Part 15:

A/N: Hello again! This chapter got away from me, and there is more over share in this part, as well as a couple of visuals. I’m going to link them HERE(1), HERE(2), and HERE(3). so that they don’t get A: lost in the fic and B: in the way of the reading. I will also link the images in the story for those that don't want to look at the images before reading the fic. Again, I wish to apologize for all the run on sentences and the info dump like ramblings. I apologize in advance for the excessive word barf. Love to you all and Happy Reading!

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Tig sat on his side of the bed he and Venus shared and for the first time in days he allowed himself to just feel all the chaos. Vee knew this would happen eventually and was there for her man. Doing the best, she could to comfort him. She knew he needed to process everything over the last several days. To say utter chaos to describe things would be a massive understatement between the nightmare Lexi went through and the hell the guys were going through trying to find and save her. Vee knew all too well that both Tig and Happy were trying to squash the guilt they were feeling from Lex being taken right out from under their noses. Vee felt it too. How could have none of them been completely oblivious to someone not only breaking into Tig and Vee’s home but abducting Lexi right out from under them.

Tig told Vee figured out how the culprit managed to get by Sunny, the dog knew the guy from Lexie’s last job on the east coast. Lex was known to work it out with the owners of the garages she would work at that they would permit her to bring in Sunny with her from time to time. The owners would always agree because with Sunny being a Pittie, she seemed to keep the more gruff customers in line with just her presence in the shops and would provide Lexie, at least in theory, some form of protection from the customers that tried to mistreat Lex because she was a female mechanic. That sort of customer usually felt that since she was female, she had no business in turning wrenches on their cars that she ‘belonged either at home or in the office at the very most’. Lexie showed that sort of patron exactly why she was the one working on the cars and not making the coffee.

Tig knew all of this from the years of phone calls with his niece and willingly shared these details with Venus. Proud that he helped contribute to his niece’s love for working shoulder to shoulder with him and all the guys from the club and the friend of the club as well. All the men loved having her working with them at TM she was a sponge with it came to learning the ins and outs of all the vehicles and especially the bikes. Tig smiled proudly as he told Venus how Lexie would almost daily shock or surprise the guys by doing something they all figured she would need help with. Tig went on telling his Ole Lady how proud he was of his niece and how far she’d come from that terrified kid he took in when he lost his sister. She really hadn’t been a tough kid to raise, and he did have help from everyone in the club and all the Ole Ladies and Croweaters for the feminine influence. Mentioning that he had been thankful that Lexie’s mother had a will giving Tig custody of Lexie in the event she passed before Lex was of age to look after herself. Otherwise, she would have ended up in the system and God knows where.

This was when he started getting emotional. His voice was starting to crack, and he began to try to hide his face from view. Venus knew this was his telltale sign he was losing the battle between ‘Badass Outlaw’, that had seen more than enough to stay stone faced through everything, and a concerned uncle that knows how traumatized his niece had to be and how she had grown as a person in the manner of dealing with said trauma. Seeing lex not wanting to run this time and fighting to stay with the ones she loves. He still felt like he had left Lexie down by not stopping this from happening to her. This was all bubbling to the surface and Tig was trying to his hardest to keep his emotions in check or, since he was clearly losing that battle, at least to keep his emotional meltdown as quiet as possible.

Watching her man start to lose composure she wrapped him up in her arms and holding him to her. Murmuring to him that it was okay, to let go and get this out of his system. She did what she could to sooth her man. Vee knew that when he felt, he felt deep and that his emotional breakdowns could get intense. She continued to reassure him that Lexie did not feel that he let her down or failed her in anyway. Reminding him of the events after she was rescued and the things, she said to both him and Happy.

Vee sat with Tig and helped him through his moment of humanity for what seemed like an hour before he started to calm himself down and got himself into the PJ pants that he basically only wore with Lexie in the house as a measure to avoid exposing her to anything that should not be seen by her. That was not an experience neither of them wanted to deal with. Tig and Vee talked while they both readied themselves to get a few hours of sleep when out of nowhere they heard a loud, “SON OF A...” and then a fairly loud thud. Prompting them to both grab their respective robes and run to Lexie’s room to see what happened.

They got to her room and were met with the sight of Lex on the floor with Sunny standing over her essentially pinning Lex to the spot she landed. Both stifling a giggle at the quite comedic scene before them Tig moved to try and pick his niece up off the floor as Vee wrangled Sunny.

Tig couldn’t hide the amusement in his voice as he spoke, “How on earth did this happen?”

Lexie made an undignified face at her uncle and answered, “Well, Mister Trager. It seems one of the two of you have taught my dog a new trick. The ‘tackle Momma when she gets up off the bed’ trick. All I was trying to do was get up to grab a drink and take some more ibuprofen and she tripped me and pinned me to the spot I landed. She just stood there wagging her tail for the few seconds between me landing and you two coming in.”

Tig and Vee had to fight their laughter again as Vee told him she would go get the meds so he could try to get Lex picked up off the floor but got a glare from Lexie after losing her battle to contain her laughter followed by a ‘it’s not that funny’ from Lex.

Tig helped his niece up and told her it kinda was and swore up and down that to their knowledge Sunny learned that one on her own. Asking if she needed anything else while she was up. She nodded and mentioned about going to the bathroom while she was up and that thanks to her and Vee’s brainstorming earlier in the day, she could manage to handle the entire process on her own thanks to a make up brush cleaning mat suctioned to the side of the sink making it possible for her to wash her uncast hand by herself. Something she wishes was available when she broke her arm at 16.

Tig nodded and being the helicopter uncle, he was being, at that point in time, walked her to the bathroom, waited outside for a few minutes until Lex had finished what needed to be done and asked Tig to open the door for her. Tig opened the bathroom door and was met with Lex holding up a hand towel and her telling him that was the one part they hadn’t figured out for her to do on her own. Tig laughed and took the towel drying off her left hand. Once he had put down the towel and walked her over to her room, he kissed her on her temple asking if she was okay with just her and Sunny of if she wanted him to stay with her until she was asleep again.

Lexie shook her head and told her uncle that she was fine with just her new bodyguard. Claiming she still wanted to know who taught that dog to do that. Her uncle laughed this time as Vee came in with water and the ibuprofen that was asked for; after handing those off Vee and Tig both helped Lex get situated so that she was comfortable in her bed as well as the dog that wasn’t really in her momma’s good graces at that moment. As Sunny snuggled up against her momma and with all the excitement over with everyone returned to their beds and finally to sleep.

The hours ticked by without incident and soon morning came with the ringing of the alarms going off on the trio’s respective phones. And again, as Lexie was trying to get up out of bed only to be pinned down by Sunshine.

“Damn it Sunny, let me up! Uncle Tig, I need help and a word with that Hap. This has got to be his doing.” Lex yelled so that she knew she would be heard by the two who, from the clanking noises, were in the kitchen making coffee to start the day.

Vee made her way back with mug of coffee in had for Lex saying Tig fixed it for her knowing she’d need it to try to function in a socially acceptable way. Lex shook her head with a soft laugh again making the ‘you deck on out of line biker’ remark and gingerly got up to start her day by going to her closet and picking out a black spaghetti strap dress(1) and slipped it on once she completed her morning routine and downed her cup of coffee.

Tig helped her brushout her hair and put it up in a messy bun like he used to all those years ago. He was grateful for those moments back then and now. They helped keep him grounded in some of his loneliest moments since the time she left him and her home. Tig Trager was certainly a complex man but the things he held onto were simple things like this. He still had some issues with the fact that she left but was grateful she came home even if this was the hellish aftermath of that decision.

He smiled as his niece, “Well kiddo, I know it’s not as good as it used to be, but I am out of practice, and it has been at least fifteen years since I’ve done your hair…”

Lexie looked in a mirror and shook her head reassuring him, “It’s fine. It looks better than I could have done. And if memory serves the last hairstyle, you gave me was braided pigtails and I can promise you that crew at TM would have a field day if I rolled in with those…”

Tig laughed at his niece agreeing with her and started going over the plan for the day. Telling her that she is only going to be there for three hours max and if she felt like she needed to leave earlier that all she needed to do was say the word. Lexie nodded and agreed. She knew she wouldn’t make it much longer than that anyway and so there was no point in arguing with Tig. Vee and Tig got her out to her SUV, the vehicle for this outing as it was the bigger and more comfortable option, got her into the passenger seat as comfortable as possible, and made their way to TM.

Happy Had just finished walking Opie and was gearing up for the long day ahead of him. Through the night of tossing and turning he came to the realization that he had overreacted to Lexie wanting to try and push through her ordeal. He saw the point Tig had made and decided that he was being an overbearing overprotective ass, so he decided that he would clean himself up a bit more than he normally would for a long day of turning wrenches and getting covered in automotive fluids.

He had woken up about an hour before his alarm was set to go off upon checking the time on his phone, he made the decision to just get up and start the day. He showered and shaved and made sure he looked as close to he did when he and Lex got together as he could. The years had been mostly good to him in respect to his looks. He hadn’t changed all that much. A few new wrinkles here, added a few gray hairs in his stubble around his chin that he left there for Lex because he knew how much she enjoyed seeing him sporting that look. He also did something that he normally wouldn’t. Much like with Lexie’s shampoo that she used for special occasions solely because he loved the way it made her hair smell, he had a special bottle of after shave that he wore because she loved the way it smelled on him. He had put it away in the far back of his medicine cabinet because he would only ever wear that one for her.

He let out a heavy sigh as he looked at his watch thinking to himself that he needed to get going if he wanted to make that extra stop before going into TM. He corralled Ope and after telling him he’d see him later, he left for the day hoping his ‘I know I was an ass, please forgive me’ efforts are well received by Lexie.

Tig arrived at TM with Lexie after what seemed to her, an hour of driving, instead of the actual ten minutes. Between her being uncomfortable in her own skin and her uncle drive a maximum of an entire fifteen miles an hour to not jostle her too much she was more than ready to exit her vehicle. However just as she was maneuvering herself to try to open the passenger door with her left hand, she was met by an oddly antsy Chibs opening her door for her and doing his best to gently help her down out of the vehicle.

“Easy there Darlin’. No need to rush. You’re already pushing yourself more than you should be…” He spoke in a soft tone. Almost as if he was a father trying to sooth his child after they had gotten hurt.

This surprised Lexie as she hadn’t never let him really get within arm’s reach of her much less him all but lifting her out of a vehicle. They were barely civil with each other and all of a sudden, he’s being overly nice and handling her with kid gloves as he insisted on personally escorting her over to the office that had oddly been outfitted with out of place soft cushions, quite a large cup of tea, and a small teddy bear wearing traditional Scottish attire, kilt shirt and sporran. Prompting her to laugh and give Chibs a small smile.

“Really now Telford?” She spoke in a playful tone giving him a wink. “There a reason that bear is wearing a skirt?” this too was said playfully just to get a rise out of the man. She was well informed on Scottish traditions and knew exactly what she was doing. She was messing with him to show him that she was still her and that he didn’t need to go to these lengths nor treat her differently than normal. She watched him as he started to show that she ruffled his feathers but caught himself as she spoke again, “I’m only joking around Chibsie. The bear in the kilt is adorable. Thank you.”

As she spoke, he made a face at her that appeared half annoyed and half ‘you little brat’ before his expression softened. “You’re welcome, Lass. Now enjoy that tea before it gets too cold to drink. It’s the good stuff not that Lipton crap they sell you over here.” He gave her a light nudge with his elbow and returned her wink with one of his own before spinning on his heel and leaving the office.

Soon the rest of the TM crew started to arrive, and everyone had made it a point to at least poke their head into the office to say hello and check on her before getting to work. What exactly happened wasn’t known to anyone outside of the club, but they had been informed that she was fairly beat up and wouldn’t be around much until she’s healed and feeling up to full days at the shop.

The minutes ticked by, and Lex was beginning to grow concerned by someone’s very noticeable absence. She figured Hap would have been the first one to the lot that morning and making sure she was comfortable. Not that he wouldn’t show up at all. Her heart began to sink as she sighed and started sorting through the mess that had been left on the desk in the office by the mechanics out of habit.

They got the shop opened up and started their work routine and tig would check in with her at five-minute intervals making sure she was okay. At about the fifth time of him doing this lex snapped at him that if he kept it up neither of them were going to get anything accomplished.

Lex snapping at him told him all he needed to know about the missing Happy situation. This wasn’t normal for him in the slightest and Tig was getting worried. To his knowledge Happy hadn’t even called to say he was running late.

Moments after the interaction with her uncle Lexie heard the familiar rumbling of Happy’s bike in the distance much to her relief as well as her uncle’s. Slowly she stood and made her way over to the door of the office watching him roll into the lot. She watched him park his bike with a sad smile on her bruised face. The argument she had had with Happy was still weighing heavy on her mind. She hoped that he would be willing to at least talk to her. She regrated yelling at him the night before. She should have figured out a way to tell him calmly that coming into TM, even if it was only for a few hours, was what needed to happen to keep her somewhat sane. To her surprise she saw the tall, lean biker heading directly for her.

Happy noticed her in the doorway of the office the moment he turned into the lot at Teller-Marrow, he always wondered how she knew it was his bike coming down the road. It comforted and freaked him out at the same time. As he walked toward the office, he carefully removed the backpack that carried the precious cargo that took him longer to get than he liked but he wasn’t showing up to see her without the contents in that bag. Getting closer to her he unzipped the backpack carefully and started to pull out what took him so long to retrieve.

Just as he got to Lexie he pull out a dozen of her favorite flowers, Lady Diana Roses(2). He offered an apologetic smile as he handed them to her, and hoped she would take them from him without too much fuss.

“Aw, Hap. You remembered…” was all she could say as she took them from him. She looked them over and reveled in their beauty. She offered him a small grateful smile and laid them on the desk and gently sat herself back down. Knowing Happy she figured he would want to talk about the previous night.

She was right, after he had jumped to help her sit back down, he started talking about why he had gotten so upset with her pushing to get back into her routine so soon after what she went through. Telling her how he felt, admitting to his fears surrounding the situation. His fear of her shutting down and bottling everything up instead of letting herself feel and process through the emotions and heal from the damage that had been inflicted upon her. And his fear of losing her, of her running away, her leaving him again.

Lexie nodded and listened to him voicing his fears and concern. Acknowledging that he had sound thoughts and theories. Telling him she understood him, and her track record wasn’t really confidence inspiring. She promised him that she wouldn’t be going anywhere this time. She was finally home and that was where she had planned on staying. She told him that yes, she still gets stir crazy from time to time when she’s cooped up at home too long and that was exactly her reason for coming into TM that morning. She knew that it would have only been a matter of time before she would start getting ‘twitchy’.

He nodded in agreement. He knew too well how she got when she wasn’t either able or allowed to do what she needed to because of one thing or another. He had perched himself against the desk and next to her, crossing his arms as they talked.

After Happy was satisfied that they were sufficiently on the same page, He mentioned he had one other thing for her and after pausing once he finally caught sight of the obviously Scottish bear that had been waiting on the desk in the office. Asking for the bear to stay in the office and noting Lex agreeing without hesitation, he reached into his cut and pulled out the tattoo design he had worked on the night before.

He had asked if she knew the meaning of a Medusa tattoo(3) and after her answer of no he explained that it meant survival, strength, and overcoming both the physical and psychological aftermath of that type of assault. He knew he didn’t need to explain the reason behind Medusa became the figure head for that as Lex was a student of Greek mythology. It was one of her main interests since she was a child. He still had some of her books on the subject packed away for her.

Lexie looked at him, “Hap, only way I’m getting that done is if you are the artist.” Her voice was soft, and it was clear that she was starting to tire out and it didn’t go unnoticed.

Happy noticed her tuckering out before him and offered her an understanding smile and excused himself momentarily. Returning about ten minutes later speaking in as gentle of a tine as he could muster, “Come on Sweetheart, lets get you back to Tig’s place so you can rest. I’ll stay with you for some time if you would like that…”

He trailed off, too engrossed in watching Lex delicately maneuvering herself to get up out of the chair she was in. He got to her and helped in supporting her knowing that she was soon going to need to medicate again.

Lex intuitively reached out for the hand that had been offered. Thanking Happy for not only helping her but for not pushing her away like some of the men in the club would have. She Gave him a tired smile, “So I guess you are the one driving me home?” She received a nod from Hap. “And how is tig getting home then?”

He sighed, “I suppose I will have to bring you SUV back to the lot, but I can wait to bring it back down later if you want me to stay with you for a little bit…”

Lexie nodded, and asked one simple thing, “And if I want you to stay with me?” Her voice was soft and showing her exhaustion as she held up her keys in her nonbroken had offering them to him.

Happy took her keys and escorted her to her vehicle. Making sure to keep a close watch on her making sure that any little bobble would be nothing more than just that. Last thing any of them needed was her falling over right after all the other issues. That would be an unequivocal setback for her.

Hap got her into the passenger seat and buckled up before getting himself in the driver’s side and situated ready to drive her back to Tig’s house. Along the way they talked a bit more about a little bit of everything. From the weather to some of the places she had lived and visited back east. The places she ended up living the longest and what places she loved almost as much as Charming.

It was the first easy organic conversation they had had since she came back. There were no expectations or explanations. Just the two of them reconnecting after all their time apart. They both knew that had she not been kidnapped and put through the nightmare that she was, this probably wouldn’t have happened this soon. It most likely would have taken months for them to get back to this level of comfort and ease between the two of them. This was the only positive to come from that nightmare.

As they pulled into the driveway of Tig’s home Lexie turned to Happy, who was still in the driver’s seat, and spoke quietly, “Hap, can you promise me something?”

Her question took Happy by surprise, which caused him to faulter momentarily before answering her, “I can try, Little Girl. You know how this life is…” He looked cautiously in her direction almost after of what she may have been about to ask of him.

Lexie nodded in agreement, she knew all too well how unpredictable the MC life could be, she took a deep breath and looked at her hands as she spoke, “Hap, after I’m healed and past the worst of this mess, will you promise to take me home with you?”

Happy could have sworn his heart stopped for a moment at her question he gave her one of his sly grins that he knew she loved so much, “Lex, if I knew Tig wouldn’t cut my balls off, Id take you home now…”

To Be Continued…

@camelia35

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missacidburn928 · 1 year

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My Ao3 is where I post all of my stories.

There's 26 works total spanning multiple fandoms. Click the link to give em a read 🖤

#poc reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes smut #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers smut #steve rogers x you #bucky x reader x steve #captain syverson x reader #captain syverson fic #captain syverson x you #henry cavill characters #spn smut #sons of anarchy #dean winchester fan fiction #thor smut #avengers smut #avengers x you #darkish #dark humor

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roadtogracelandx45 · 11 months

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Elvis Song Fic Request

I am blaming my hyper fixation on Elvis for this list of requests I figured I would try and work through

Fandoms-

Elvis (of course)- Elvis

Top Gun Maverick- All

Fast and Furious Saga- All

Twilight- The Cullens

Harry Potter- The Golden Trio, Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, The Weasley Twins.

Sons of Anarchy: Jax Teller, Opie Winston, Juice Ortiz, Kozik, Tig Trager, Chibs Telford

One Chicago- Kelly Severide, Jay Halstead, Connor Rhodes, Will Halstead, Adam Ruzek, Antonio Dawson

Avengers- All

Supernatural- Dean, Castiel, Sam

Band of Brothers- WIld Bill, Babe Hefferon, Lewis Nixon, Dick Winters, Carwood Lipton, Buck Compton, Bull Randleman, Joe Toye, Joseph Leibgott, Donald Malarkey

Triple Frontier- Everyone expect for Redfly

Yellowstone- Lee Dutton, Kayce Dutton, Jamie Dutton, Beth Dutton, Rip Wheeler

Little Sister- 1

(You're The) Devil in Disguise

Always on My Mind

It's Now or Never

Return to Sender

Don't Be Cruel

All Shook Up

Are You Lonesome Tonight?

Love Me

Trouble

I Got Lucky

A Little Less Conversation

Good Luck Charm

Kiss Me Quick - 1

Suspicious Minds

Heartbreak Hotel

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queenmaddsauthor · 2 years

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Chapters: 7/? Fandom: Sons of Anarchy Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Juice Ortiz/Original Female Character(s), Donna Winston/Opie Winston, Tara Knowles/Jax Teller Characters: Juice Ortiz, Original Female Character(s), Original Characters, Jax Teller, Tig Trager, Opie Winston, Chibs Telford, Half-Sack Epps, Tara Knowles, Donna Winston, Happy Lowman, Juice Ortiz's Mother, Gemma Teller Morrow, Piney Winston, Bobby Munson, SAMCRO (Sons of Anarchy), Crow Eater(s) Additional Tags: Secret Relationship, Relationship Reveal, Long-Distance Relationship, Love, Not Tara Knowles Friendly, Motorcycles, Bikers, Happy, Childhood Sweethearts, Alternate Timelines, Childhood Friends, Canon-typical language, Tattoos, Donna Winston doesn't hate the club, Gemma Teller Morrow loves her family, Tara Knowles hates the club, Sons of Anarchy is Its Own Warning, Teller Morrow Automotive, not canon backstory, Texting, Swearing, Canon-Typical Behavior, Family, Banter, Dirty Jokes, Canada, Able Teller (Mentioned), Pre-Canon, Pre-Season/Series 01, Humor, Everybody Lives, except Clay, Explicit Language, Tara Knowles Bashing, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Everybody Lives/Nobody Dies, Juice Ortiz deserved better, Alternate Universe - Tattoo Parlor, tattoo parlor, tattoo artist - Freeform, Tattoo Artist Happy Lowman, Work In Progress, Nicknames, Renovations, Good Gemma Teller-Morrow, Badass, Badass Women, Wedding Planning, Taste of Charming, Child Free Couple Series: Part 1 of Juice Has a Girlfriend Universe Summary:

As much as Juice understands why Madison can't move to Charming for another year, he misses her desperately and is no small amount jealous of his brothers and their old ladies. Shaking his head the young biker walks over to the picnic bench outside where a group of his brothers are chilling.

"Juice, you ever gonna get with a croweater? Brother at this point I'm worried Little Juice doesn't work!" Jax exclaims laughing.

"Fuck off man!"

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makebelievetimeformymind · 2 years

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Are you Chloe Levine?

One shot: SOA based

Word count: 644

Characters: Jax, Gema, Ivy (OFC)

Warnings: none for this

A/N: this is my jump back into writing. There will be grammar errors. I didnt worry about huge ones. Spelling is all I really care about. Im shitty at it.

Walking out the garage she heard her name. No where was there time for this. “Are you speaking to me?” glancing him up and down her mind started racing. Was this about her? Juice? The club?

“Are you Chloe Levine?” lifting the shades to his forehead with a chuckle, leaning up against the front fender.

“No such person.” attempting to open the door she took a look around for anything else to be worried about. He was using his arm against the door causing her to use more force. “Do we have a problem?”

Standing up to walk around her he placed his hand at the top of the door, “Are you Chloe Levine?”

spinning around to face him, Ivy stared into his eyes. Over his shoulder she saw Jax coming outside the club, “I already told you I’m no such person. Now I suggest you back off befo-”

“We have a problem here?” Jax questioned loudly with authority. Rubbing his knuckles, he scrolled over to the car. Leaning on the side of the hood he smiled at the intruder. “Do you mind taking a few steps back for her?” His face was cold.

The random dude let go of the car door to take a few steps backwards. Taking a look at jax’s appearance he gave another chuckle and put his shades back on. “No problems here, just looking to chat to Chloe Levine here.”

“yeah, well, I already told you, you have the wrong person. So get the fuck on.” Ivy spit at him.

“You heard the lady, I believe its time for you to scram.” Standing up straight, Jax cracked his knuckles.

“We will see about that.” turning around, he made his way to a car parked on the street. Pausing for a moment before getting in and driving off. Jax was lighting a cigarette as Ivy stayed watching til the car disappeared.

Letting out a large sigh, she slammed the door shut and started digging in her purse for a joint. “Thank you, Jax. I dont know where he came from. He was just here when I walked outside,” motioning for his lighter, “asking if I was some chick.” she lit it and tossed it back. Trying her best to keep it light and friendly while her insides were burning. They had found her. Took them longer than she thought but nevertheless, they had found her.

Exhaling his own smoke he gave her a smile, “Well… either way, if you need any help just let us know.” flicking his cigarette he let his smile fall, “If you are in trouble there are ways we can help. Be safe, let me know you made it home.” standing up right he ruffled the top of her hair and walked to the shop. Quickly getting into the car she could feel her blood pressure steady rising.

On her way home she wanted to call Juice but knew this would take more explaining that she wanted. On the other hand Jax did just save her ass and that was not going to stay a secret. In the middle of a second left turn she noticed the green car tailing her. Not able to go home now she continued making left turns til back at the club. As she made her way through the club gates the green car slowed down enough for her to see them wave. Gem and Jax were sitting at the table, talking, watching as the situation unfolded. It was obvious he had told her about the previous events that occurred not ten minutes before.

Jax was already on the phone before Ivy was out the car. Keeping her eye on the road she sat next to Gemma on the bench. “Someone trying to mess with you, dear?” eyes bawling the street and then the silent girl, Gemma took a drag.

to be con...

#soa writing #fan fictions #fan fic writing #sons of anarchy fanfic #one shot #fanfic

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violentdelightsandviolentends · 8 months

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sons of anarchy fans!! i have decided!!

as well as writing for jax, i'll now also write for juice, chibs, and opie.

if you have any thoughts (filthy or otherwise... the filthier the better... ;)) please send them my way... <3

this old man makes me feral. i won't apologise ✋🏻

edit - read my first chibs fic here.

#sons of anarchy x reader #sons of anarchy #soa #chibs telford #juice ortiz #opie winston #jax teller #jax teller x reader #sons of anarchy smut #opie winston x reader #chibs telford x reader #juice ortiz x reader #sons of anarchy fluff #sons of anarchy imagine #sons of anarchy fic

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the-dork-urge · 2 months

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Masterlist

Hey ya'll. This is my masterlist!

I will now also be taking request. (For basically anyone in BG3)

-> You can always try and shoot your shot if you want something else written. You may do that via ask or just chat.

Examples:

Baldurs Gate 3 - Sons Of Anarchy - Yellowstone- Breaking Bad Universe -

(Fluff)

(NSFW) Spice level *- **-***

# are requests

I do not take responsibility for any additional trigger warnings.

I assume that those playing the game are familiar with its themes and thus aware of the potential themes in fan-generated content.

Abdirak

|| Sweet Restraint || Abdirak x Tav (NSFW**)

Aradin

WIP

Gortash || Behind velvet curtains || Gortash x Durge (NSFW**)

Rolan || Anew || Rolan x Reader Rugan || Not what we signed up for || Rugan x Tav Part 1 WIP || Not what we signed up for|| Rugan x Tav Part 2

Zevlor

||Stable Work|| Zevlor x reader (fluff)

|| A Good Man || Zevlor x Tav Part 1 (fluff)

||A Good man || Zevlor x Tav Part 2 (fluff and NSFW*)

||Stone and Earth|| Zevlor x Tav (fluff)

|| Joy || Zevlor x Tav / Reader (fluff) #

Companions (grouped fics & hc's)

How they series:

How they'd dance with you

with Halsin-Aradin-Rugan & Zevlor

How they'd dance with you

Rolan - Dammon - Astarion

||Coming out as ace || Zevlor / Halsin #

Rip Wheeler

WIP

#baldurs gate 3 #bg3 #zevlor #aradin #rugan x reader #zevlor x reader #abdirak #abdirak x tav #tav #tav bg3 #masterlist #halsin x reader #astarion #halsin #rolan #dammon #raphael bg3 x reader

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basiccortez · 11 months

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with the last and final season of Mayans MC coming up around the corner i have decided to bring back my series “Out of the Dust” and re-open my Mayans MC/SOA requests:)

it’s been a hot minute since i wrote for the two shows, but my stories “Out of the Dust” and “Chains” are currently available on my wattpad (@/agrace32)

I will however, be rewriting “Out of the Dust” on here. I originally wrote it when I was 18, and my writing has changed A LOT since the show first debuted.

but for now… here’s a list of the following characters i write for:

Ezekiel “EZ” Reyes

Angel Reyes

Obispo “Bishop” Losa

Johnny “Coco” Cruz

Miguel Galindo

Happy Lowman

Jax Teller

Harry “Opie” Winston

Chibs Telford

#mayans mc #ez reyes #angel reyes #bishop losa #miguel galindo #coco crush #happy lowman #jax teller #opie winston #chibs telford #sons of anarchy #soa imagine #mayans mc imagine #mayans mc fan fiction #mayans mc fan fic #soa fanfiction #sons of anarchy imagine

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thisreadswhatever · 1 year

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To Keep Me Safe From You: Part Two

find my masterlist here

[description]: jax teller x fem!reader

[wordcount]: 1.8k+

[summary]: the tension between you and Jax is so surreal, now the kitchen counter will have to do.

[cw]: this chapter is basically pure smut, 18+ ONLY, minors do not interact!, p in v sex, unprotected sex, masturbation (f), praise, overstimulation, kitchen sex, some pet names, creampie, mentions of killing

[authors note]: so after the cliff hanger from the first chapter i felt like i had to add something truly spicy here. this is the filthiest thing i've ever wrote so i hope you enjoy. i'm going to be adding a part 3 so if you like this please let me know if you want to be tagged!

His mouth was relentless, crushing into yours. His hands moved from your neck slowly down your chest, pulling at the buttons that held your shirt. You had forgotten you were still in your diner uniform until now, as Jax grasped at your blouse. His mouth continued to crash against yours, melting any resistance you might have felt away. He pulled away for a moment, a devilish grin forming as he looked down at you, barely sitting on the kitchen counter.

“Take it off.”

You tried to form enough space to pry your clothes from your body, but Jax refused to let you move. He watched as you fought with each button, desperate to remove your dirty clothes and be seen by the man who wanted to kill you only a short while ago. Your mind was twisted by the shift of events. Your head told you to run, but the heat between your legs screamed otherwise.

As you fumbled with the last button of the shirt, Jax had already pulled your arms from the sleeves, exposing your frill lace bra and stomach. He grasped at your shoulders, his fingers underneath the straps, separating them from your skin. His fingers felt like velvet, moving from the straps to the cups of your breasts. He reached around your back to release you, letting the bra fall to the ground. He watched as you leant back further into the countertop, groaning at the feel of his hands kneading into your breasts. Your face felt warm, like Jax’s eyes were burning into you as he watched. He lifted you onto the countertop, pulling your face into his once more.

His hand wrapped around the back of your head, gripping at your hair in the messy bun it had sat in since your shift ended. He moved down between your legs where he forced them apart, his fingers tracing your warmth as you gasped in response. “I think you’re already wet under there for me.” His hand pressed firmly into you, causing friction between your underwear and your jeans, relieving the pressure building into your mound. He leant into you and his breath was pouring into your ear, “you want me to touch you?”, he whispered.

Your breath grew faster, “please” you begged.

His grip on your sex grew, pressing into you while you pushed yourself further into him, searching for further relief as you rubbed against his hand.

His tone demanded, “say it again.”

You whimpered, head tilting further from the hands twisted into your hair as his other claimed you. He began to release at your hesitation.

“Please please please”, you were begging.

Jax chuckled into your ear, “that’s it darlin’. Tell me.”

He lifted his hand from your mound, finding the buttons of your jeans. He pulled them just far enough that his fingers trailed the top of your fold, gnawing at the entrance of your clit.

“Jax, please. Please-“

He moaned in response to hearing you plead with him, pulling your face into his using his grip on your hair. His lips were almost on yours, but he held you so firm that you couldn’t move any closer.

"You look so pretty when you beg. What if I just keep going?"

You unraveled at the words, the thought of this never ending, the threat of him killing you almost pained you less. Your body was screaming for him, begging for release. The frustration filled you as soft moans uncontrollably escaped your throat.

Jax smiled playfully as he let go of your hair, pulling both hands to your hips before removing your jeans. They fell to the floor along with the rest of your clothes, as you sat there, half naked on your kitchen island. He stood before you, fully clothed in his jeans and kutte, watching you fall apart in anticipation. He leant back, drinking you in as you stared back at him with your messy bun and desperate eyes.

“Touch yourself.”

He was strict in tone but not how it had sounded earlier that night. It was different, not harsh, but authoritative. The direction sent tingles down your spine into your hips. You did as he asked, lifting your feet onto the counter, bent at the knees and spread wide. You kept your eyes on his as he watched you place a hand down your underwear, engulfing yourself with your fingers.

He was right.. you were soaked.

Your head fell back as you whimpered at the relief, yet you yearned for more, still desperate for the man in front of you, eyes blazing. You pulled your panties to the side, exposing yourself to him. Before he could demand you to himself, you inserted a finger into your dripping entrance, moans exploding between your breaths in response to the sensation. You lifted your head to see him looking straight down at your fingers sliding in and out of your cunt.

“Is that what you wanted, sweetheart?”

Your eyes closed as you whimpered, “mhmm.. I want- you.”

“Tell me more.” He grasped at your thighs, pulling the skin apart further from your mound. It was all too much.

“I want you to take me, Jax.”

“Again.”

“Please.”

“You want me to fuck you after I almost killed you?”

You couldn’t respond, whimpers escaping as you attempted to speak. His voice melted any remaining pieces of you into nothing, withering at the desperation. He wanted you to beg for him.

“After I taped you up and left you helpless?”

“Fuck, Jax.”

“That’s what you want darlin’?”

“Yes, Jax. Please- please fuck me.”

His lips found you, his teeth gleaming against yours as you continued to thrust your fingers into your sex.

You heard the buckle of his belt clasp, and shortly after his leather kutte hit the floor. He grasped your knees as he spread your legs further apart. One of his hands was on top of yours, as it repeatedly thrusted into your slick. He moved it to your clit, holding it firmly in place. “Don’t move your hand from here. You understand?”

You nodded in response. You felt like nearing climax at the sensation of his words and the feeling of your fingers being directed by him. Suddenly you felt him hard in you, his length taking all of you with one movement. The fullness was overwhelming, leaving you gasping with relief. Your mound tightened around his cock as he repeatedly pounded into you, still securing your hand to yourself as he guided it, circling around your clit. He grasped at your hip with his other, pushing you further into his cock. Jax groaned, “You feel like you were made for me.”

You can’t help but whine at his praise, now moving your own hand with ferocity on your mound. The pressure began to build again, and your other hand clutched at his hair.

“You’re going to come for me, babe. All around me.”

Your eyes widened as you lost all senses. He continued to fill you over and over and over again, the warmth of his length pulsating inside you. His hand grasped your neck, placing his thumb in your mouth. You bit on it to suppress your screams, moaning into him.

“Let me watch you.”

His thumb left your mouth and held your eyes into place with his. That did it. You came all over him, squeezing his cock with your orgasm, groaning louder than you thought possible as tears began to stream down your face. His eyes glued to yours as they rolled into the back of your head. Your slick began to pool beneath you, filling the counter top. You want to move away from your now oversensitive spot, but Jax still secured your hand with his, rubbing your slick with your own fingers into your clit. “Not yet, darlin’.”

Jax pounded harder into you, filling you further with every stroke. You cried out from the fullness, wiggling your ass on the countertop to find relief from the wetness that now surrounded you. With every movement Jax pulled you closer, bringing his cock even deeper into you. The contrast between his thrusts and your hand was too much, your mind became clouded again as his heat filled you. You screamed out, building pressure releasing onto him again as your mound tightened on his cock. You feel him twitch inside your swollen, climaxing cunt, grinding into you more urgently than before. He releases the grip from your hand and uses both to pull your hips into him, pushing deeper as he reaches his finish inside of you. You both collapsed breathlessly into each other, your head laid against his chest.

For a moment you both stayed that way in silence, until Jax leaned down to kiss your forehead. “Hope you’re on the pill.” You looked at him warily, pretending to be shocked. “The pill?” Jax narrowed his eyes at you, feigning from looking terrified.

You giggled into his chest, “I wouldn’t let some murdeous outlaw fuck me without it.”

Jax smiled back at you before lifting you from the counter into his arms, heading towards the bedroom.

“Let’s get cleaned up. I’ve got some murderous outlaws to handle.”

He placed you on the bed, and walked into the bathroom. You heard the shower turn on. “You seem familiar with your surroundings”, you called out to him. Jax peered out from behind the bathroom door, grinning at you. “I had some time to look around.”

You laid there, listening to the water running, sticky and exhausted. You wondered what time it was, glancing at the alarm clock on your bedside table that showed it was 8am. “Fuck”, you muttered to yourself. You had to be back at work by midday. As you stood up to follow him into the shower, a phone began ringing from the kitchen. Jax walked out, your towel on his hips, and kissed you on the forehead. “I’ll join you in a moment darlin’, I gotta answer that.”

You stood in the doorway as Jax disappeared into the kitchen. Maybe you shouldn’t have been eavesdropping, but you figured you’d skipped the niceties by this point.

He picked up the phone from his kutte that hadn’t left the floor, and lifted the flip top, placing it to his ear. “What do you want, Tig.” He lit a half smoked cigarette that laid in the ashtray on the counter.

“No. I resolved the issue, nothin’ more to discuss.”

He was silent for a moment, before sighing, running his hand through his hair. You hadn’t known him for long, but he had the same demeanor as earlier that night, he looked stressed.

“I said it’s done.” His voice suddenly became sharp. He crushed the cigarette into the tray. He began pacing the kitchen, listening intently to whoever was on the other line, as he walked into the hallway between the kitchen and your room. He stopped when he saw you standing in the doorway, staring at you as he spoke, his eyes turning soft.

“Save it for Chapel. Tomorrow at noon.”

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part three

let me know if you want to be tagged in part 3 :)

find my masterlist here

#jax teller #sons of anarchy #smut #reads writes #sons of anarchy fic #jax teller fiction #jax teller smut #charlie hunnam #18+#kitchen smut #tig trager #jax teller x reader #jax teller morrow #fan fiction #soa #samcrow

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theycallmequeenie · 1 year

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Happy Lowman Fanfic coming this week. Finally getting to write it after 8 days of trying to write. (Thanks mom, not!) and no we aren’t ready for the festive season at all.

#fanfiction writing #queenie fan fic #fanfiction update #queenie has an annoyed #happy lowman x reader #sons of anarchy fandom #sons of anarchy fanfiction #soa fandom #soa fanfiction #happy lowman #queenies pictures #queenies fanfiction #queeniesmusings #queenie talks

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minnow-doodle-doo · 5 months

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I'm quite a big Damian fan so I zeroed on "Damian after Bruce's death in the Son of Anarchy AU" ( but also because this AU made me follow you here) So any news in good news for me !

This fic is mostly about Damian reflecting that he didn't understand that Bruce loved him, and now that he's dead there will never be closure. (Part of it was his Damian's pyche purposefully forgetting things, it's easier to mourn someone who didn't love you)

And it comes around to how Dick loves him. That this man is his father. And how the cycle comes full circle once again.

#dc #my fics #asks #ask games

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writingplotbunnies · 2 months

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Best Served Cold (Part 4/?)

Pairing: Jax Teller x OFC

Summary: Jax surprises Sophie at the station, and they have an intense lunch where they learn a bit more about each other.

Word Count: ~3000

Warnings: angst, illegal activity, possessive behavior, sexual content, canon typical violence

A/N: This is my first SOA fic, so let me know what you think. This is a multipart fic, so let me know if you want added to the taglist.

The week had been quiet. So of course, Friday became a whirlwind of activity. Much to her delight, Sophie watched Agent Stahl stomp around the office with a permanent frown on her face. David seemed just as harried but figured most of it was because of all the ATF agents still taking up space in his station. She’d gathered that AFT wanted to find evidence to get SAMCRO on a RICO charge, something about gunrunning and the IRA.

“Look,” Stahl snapped as she paused in the hallway, “I don’t have time for this right now. I have to drive out to Stockton and release a guilty man because someone leaked information about the witness we had. And now that witness is probably dead.”

“You don’t have to be the one out there to release Bobby,” David told her. “No one would blame you if you didn’t want to go back there right away.”

Stahl scoffed. “I’m not afraid of the Sons of Anarchy, unlike everyone around here seems to be, and I’m going to see each and every one of the bastards pay.”

Sophie didn’t even bother to pretend she wasn’t watching them. Maybe she’d start keeping popcorn in her desk drawer for moments just like this. She hadn’t noticed it during their first interaction, but as the days had progressed, she’d seen the signs of healing on Stahl’s face, and knew whatever had happened must have hurt like a bitch. Getting her face messed up like that might be enough to make the case personal for Stahl. Sophie kinda figured a promotion hinged on the results of this case. Or a commendation.

As though just now realizing she’d become the main event, Stahl huffed out a breath, placed her hands on her hips, and shook her head a bit. Then, as though nothing had happened, she rolled her shoulders back, shook her hair back into place and continued down the hallway - of course, she managed to pause by Sophie’s desk long enough to offer a glare. Sophie grinned and offered a little wave in return. If one was going to be a petty bitch, own being a petty bitch.

At the door, Stahl nearly ran into Jax who happened to be coming in. They eyed each other with an intensity that had Sophie reaching slowly for the sidearm she wasn’t supposed to have on her. After a few seconds of posturing, Jax turned away and strode towards where Sophie sat at her desk. He leaned his hip against the desk and smiled at her with his whole face.

Sophie glanced over his shoulder and saw Stahl lingering in the doorway, her eyes narrowed on them. Sophie returned Jax’s smile.

“Looks like you’ve got a fan,” Sophie said, nodding her head in Stahl’s direction.

Quickly, Jax glanced over his shoulder before shrugging. “I’m all about customer service.”

Sophie raised an eyebrow. “Oh, I’m well aware.”

They both laughed, and Sophie fought down the blush she knew would make an appearance anytime now.

“She seemed in a hurry,” Jax said.

Sophie nodded. “Yeah, she’s headed out to Stockton. Apparently, she’s gotta release someone named Bobby, and she’s not happy about it.”

Jax smiled. “He’s a Son. They had him on bullshit charges. He shoulda been out weeks ago. That’s actually why I stopped by.”

“You came by to tell me about bullshit charges against a man I’ve never met?” Sophie asked, with a raised eyebrow.

Jax laughed. “Nah, I came to see if you wanted to come by the clubhouse tonight. We’re having a party for Bobby - celebrate his return.”

“Yeah? I haven’t been to a party in a while, sounds like a good time.”

“Good.”

Sophie laughed a bit. “You really drive all the way out here just to ask me out, Jax?”

He tucked some hair behind his ear and leaned in closer to her. “If I did?”

“Those blue eyes of yours get you just about any damn thing you want, don’t they?”

Jax shrugged. “They do what they can.”

Allowing herself to get lost in Jax’s eyes, Sophie weighed the benefits of her next move. Even before showing up at the station in the middle of the day to invite her to a party, she knew Jax was interested in her. An interest she shared. But mid-operation connections would only complicate things. She wanted him. Wanted to see what it would be like to belong to someone - to experience what Olivia had enjoyed with Drifter. She didn’t know if Jax wanted that with her, with anyone. Maybe he had someone. Too little information.

“What are you after here, Jax?”

He leaned back, and she nearly regretted asking the question. It wasn’t exactly fair because she didn’t know that she’d be able to answer the question if he’d asked it. But it hung there in the space between them.

Jax slid from the desk and held his hand out to her. “Come on. Let’s go for a ride.”

Sophie glanced around the office. She held up a finger to Jax, hoping he’d wait before scurrying down the hallway. Poking her head into Unser’s office, she knocked on the doorjam.

“What can I do for you, hun?”

Seemed everyone in Charming used pet names instead of real names. She’d work on being annoyed by it later.

“I’m gonna take my lunch away from my desk today.”

“Make sure you know what you’re doing there.”

Sophie nodded. She didn’t have a damn clue what she was doing there. Didn’t think Jax knew what he was doing either.

“Yeah.”

It sounded as unconvincing to her as it probably did to him, but other than a vaguely disappointed look, he didn’t say anything further.

Plastering a smile on her face, Sophie sauntered down the hallway, and if she put a bit more sway in her hips, well, the pleased look on Jax’s face told her he enjoyed the show. His gaze was hot as he tracked her progress. She licked her lips. Something about whatever this pull towards Jax was felt easy - and that’s what made her hesitate. That easyness made her question everything because nothing in her experience had led her to believe that easy was possible. Easy was often a lie. Slipping her phone into her pocket, Sophie came to stand in front of Jax. She enjoyed the idea that all she needed to do was lean forward to press a kiss to his chin. Being tall had a lot of benefits, but she still enjoyed being around a man who made her feel safe, who engulfed her. With Jax, it wasn’t just the size - he only had a couple of inches on her, but he had that extra something that just drew her in - made it feel easy.

“Ready?”

Unable to trust her voice, Sophie nodded. Jax gave her one of those dazzling smiles of his before gently pressing his palm to her shoulder and escorting her from the station. As they approached his bike, his hand slid down around the side of her body and before she could think to move out of his grip, he’d felt the edge of her sidearm. Moving quickly, she tried to take a step back, but her hand locked around her, pulling her into his chest.

“You gonna explain that?”

Sophie avoided his eyes. “A girl can never be too safe.”

“Inside a police station?”

She glared at him. “Thought you were gonna take me for a ride?”

“This ain’t finished.”

Sophie nodded. Jax held her gaze for a beat longer before passing her the helmet. Swinging her leg around and settling behind him, she silently cursed herself. She knew he’d have questions, and it wasn’t exactly as though she had secrets. But she didn’t want him getting involved. Didn’t need him to be a man about things and decide he needed to start fixing her problems. Zobelle had hurt her family, and that made him her target, not SAMCRO’s.

She settled in, arms wrapped around him and let her thoughts scatter to the wind. They drove for about ten minutes before Jax pulled off the main road. Just ahead of them was a small lake, and no buildings as far as she could see. When Jax had the kickstand set, she slid from behind and offered him the helmet. Without waiting for him, she walked towards the water’s edge and stood staring across it. She’d always loved water, found it peaceful. Even rainstorms made her happy. The heat of Jax’s body alerted her to his presence. He didn’t say anything, just stood at her back.

“The gun’s not a big deal,” Sophie began, hating the words even as she spoke them. “I didn’t want to talk about it outside the station because I’m not legally allowed to carry inside the station, but my legal CCW is on file with Charming PD, so they know I own at least one weapon.”

Jax turned her around to face him. Slowly, he reached to the hem of her shirt and pulled it up enough to reveal her unregistered .9mm Smith and Weston. He whistled through his teeth.

“That’s a lot of gun for a not a big deal.”

“It’s hardly a Desert Eagle, Jax.”

Instead of allowing the joke to ease the tension, Jax tilted his head forward, eyes soft as he tucked Sophie’s hair behind her ear. His hand lingered against her neck, thumb moving soothingly along the sensitive skin.

“Whatever it is, Sophie, you can trust me.”

If she thought the nicknames made her stomach flutter, it was nothing compared to hearing him say her name. It was like a benediction on his lips. And she did trust him. Blame the pull she felt to him, blame her need to trust someone because the person she had once trusted with everything had been killed - stolen from her. Going through that again, that loss would kill her. Sophie knew that, but as she met Jax’s gaze she realized it was too late.

“I wasn’t lying. To me the gun isn’t a big deal. Like I told Hale - ”

Jax jerked back as though she’d slapped him. “Hale knows?”

She smirked at the jealousy in Jax’s tone, brought her hand up to cup his cheek. “He had to process the CCW. The gun it’s like slipping on a pair of shoes before I leave the house. I’ve been carrying one for so long I only notice when I don’t have one on me. Like that KA-BAR you keep strapped to your belt.”

Jax blinked. She doubted he’d expected her to notice.

Sophie dropped her hand. She pulled the gun from her holster, held flat in the palms of her hands. “This? It’s not the one they issued me, but it gets the job done.”

She watched Jax’s face, saw the confusion cloud his features.

“Staff Sargent Sophie Cooper, USMC, retired.”

Jax chuckled, shook his head a bit in what she thought might be surprised disbelief. “Seriously?”

“Yeah. Did my dime then figured it was time for a new adventure.”

“Why’d you leave?”

Sophie stepped back, crossed her arms against her chest and looked out over the water. “I missed a lot being gone. I spent most of my time deployed to all the garden spots. Lost a lot of time - ”

Choking on the words, Sophie covered her face with her hands. Thinking about all the time she could have spent with Olivia made her nearly blindingly angry. They both thought they’d have more time. Not that her sister had ever expected her to settle down, not back then. Jax’s hands cupped her shoulders, his lips ghosted a kiss across the crown of her head.

“I wanted to see the world, and I did. Never had been interested in settling down; that was always Livvy’s dream. And for a while, she had it. Met a guy, fell in love, got married. I’m sure they would have made me an auntie before too long, but they never got the chance.”

She took a shuddering breath, and tried to move away from Jax. He didn’t let her. Instead, he turned her to face him. Sophie didn’t know when the tears had begun, but Jax gently wiped them from her eyes.

“She was killed. Murdered, and it was awful, Jax. Still gives me nightmares, and even when I wake up I see her.”

He wrapped his arms around her, tucked her head into his neck and held her tight while she cried. Her hands gripped his kutte, while her tears stained his chest. Gentle fingers slid through her hair as he whispered soothing nonsense to her. It was easy to fall into his arms, to let him support her, support the weight of everything she kept to herself. Drifter and the guys had tried, but they’d been dealing with their own grief, with their own problems. She was sure Jax had his own demons riding him, but she let him hold her, let him be the support she hadn’t realized she needed.

“I was overseas when I got the call. Managed to get stateside within twenty-four hours, but it wasn’t fucking fast enough. The only thing I could do was her hand when she died. You see it in the movies all the time, watch people close the eyes. Never understood it. Not like I hadn’t seen a corpse before, but it was my sister. It was Livvy laying there with her eyes open, staring at me and I couldn’t take it. I’d never felt so guilty. So helpless.” Sophie forced a deep breath thorugh a sob that lodged in her throat.

“I’ve seen people beat to hell, but my sister’s face? It was a mess of deep cuts and bruises, all covered in more gauze than skin. Connected to tubes and wires and monitors. The beeping. Incessant beeping. Nearly got arrested for destruction of property when I shoved the cart monitoring her vitals into the wall so hard it left a dent.”

Jax huffed a gentle chuckle against her skin as he tilted her head up to face him. “I can picture that. Probably scared the nurse.”

She laughed. “I hope so.”

When Jax pressed his lips to hers in the gentlest kiss she’d ever felt, she should have seen it coming. Maybe she should have stopped it. Maybe she should have felt Jax was taking advantage of her emotionally compromised state. Instead, she returned his kiss, wrapped her arms around him and poured the sorrow and the anger she always felt into his mouth. It would always be there, living just under her skin. But, as Jax deepened the kiss, tangled his fingers in her hair, she allowed herself to feel nothing but pleasure. The way her toes tingled from the way he held her, the taste of him - tobacco and mint - on her tongue.

Sucking in a breath, Sophie tilted her head back. Jax gave her no quarter as his lips attached to her neck, nibbling then biting along her tendon. His hands swept down the center of her back before gripping her ass and squeezing, forcing her core to rub against the growing hardness in his pants.

“Jesus,” she panted.

“Jax, darlin’.”

With a laugh, she swatted his ass teasingly. Liking the way it felt beneath her hand, she did her own groping, enjoyed the low moan he released against her neck. It was too fast. She didn’t go from flirting, to crying her eyes out about her dead sister, to making out in the middle of nowhere with a guy she’d known for less than a week. There was too little foundation for the intensity of what she felt.

“What is it, Soph?”

She blinked up at Jax, who while flushed, looked at her with concern. Huffing a frustrated sigh, she broke from his arms, and this time, he let her. She moved around in a small circle.

“It’s all in the wrong order.”

“What?”

“This - ” she gestured between the two of them. “I don’t do this. Not like this, and I don’t want to make too many assumptions, but your not the first biker I’ve been around. I know how easy it is for you to get pussy, and we’ve made no promises because that would be fucking stupid at this point - but, what I’m feeling for you is more than I thought. More than I expected. God, I sound like a fucking Hallmark movie. I’m not a romantic by nature. I don’t believe in love at first sight because that’s stupid and totally impractical. But, Jax, I want to lose myself in you. And that scares me. It scares me so much.”

Jax didn’t respond right away. He lit a cigarette, offered her one. Hand trembling a bit, she took it from him, allowed him to light hers. She wanted to shove the words back into her mouth. It didn’t have to mean anything. Her and Jax. It could have just been a good time for both of them. Now? Now she’d put emotions to it. Allowed the moment to get away from her.

Shaking her head, she started to walk away.

“Hey.”

Jax’s voice whispered against her skin as he halted her progress with a hand on her arm. She trembled, unable to identity exactly what she felt.

“I don’t know what this is. The girl I thought was the goddamned love of my life left after I cleaned up her fucking mess. My junkie ex-wife OD’d in the hospital after my son nearly died during birth. My life’s a mess. I don’t believe in fate, don’t know what I believe in right now, but you? It’s something real. First real thing I’ve felt in a long time. You ain’t the only one scared, darlin’.”

“We make quite a pair, don’t we, Teller?”

He pulled her into his arms, pressed a kiss to the side of her head. Her hands came to rest on his chest. Easy.

“Yeah, we do.”

They remained quiet as they rode back into Charming. Jax dropped her back at the station after they swung by Lumpy’s for some burgers to go. Like a gentleman, he walked her back to her desk. Like an outlaw biker, he gave her a kiss she’d be thinking about for the rest of the day before sauntering to the door.

“I’ll see you tonight,” Sophie managed to call out, her breathing not quite back to normal.

“Later, darlin’.”

Part 5

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Happy Lowman SFW Alphabet

Sons of Anarchy Masterlist

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Affection - How affectionate are they? How do they show affection

It depends on his mood, sometimes he'll press his forehead to yours, or sometimes he'll pull you onto his lap and just hold you. He's not really a talker, so it's all in touch, but if he does talk, it's something simple, an "I love you," or "you look pretty today."

Best friend - What would they be like as a best friend?

You can call him for anything, and he's there; need to get rid of a body? Is he buying the traps, or are you? Need period products? Send him a photo once, and he'll never forget it. Want to talk about an excellent dog you saw that day? He'd be pissed that you didn't take a photo.

Cuddles - Would they like to cuddle? How do they cuddle?

Very cuddly, but don't expect him to talk or for him to let you move until he's done. He grew up with his mum and aunt, so he's used non-sexual intimacy and needs physical contact with his loved ones to feel safe and wanted, even if he won't admit it. If it's too hot, he'll put on a fan, cold? Great, you can spend the whole day in his arms. You got a dog? The dog can join. You got a cat? The cat can join. All he asks is that you spend time with him, and you can bet there are dates where you two just cuddle on the couch, and it isn't just because he's cheap.

Domestic - Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?

One of the cleanest people you'll ever meet, he hates messy, as Kozik would say. He wants to settle down, but only with the right person.

Ever After - What would their wedding look like?

Simple but lots of leather and black, don't be surprised if someone is getting a tattoo of something somewhere.

Fiance(e) - How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?

It would take him a while, and his mum and aunt would have to love you first, and you'd have to love them. Then you would have to know what he did for the Club and be ok with it; you'd also have to get along with his brothers. But after that, you'd be getting married one week after he got down on one knee

Gentle - How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?

Gentle physically (this isn't NSFW, friends), it kills to even think of hurting you. Emotionally? He needs a bit of help, he means well, but sometimes it comes out wrong. Give him time and tell him when he fucks up, and he'll de better.

Hugs - Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?

All the fucking time, he's physical, not verbal, so hugging is how he will make sure you know he cares about you. The hugs are big, firm and long; if you want to get out of them, good luck.

Love you - How fast do they say the L-word?

It takes him a while to say the words, but he shows you before he says it, and he makes sure you know.

Jealousy - How jealous do they get? What do they do when they're jealous?

He knows you love him, and other people (men and women) know they're dead if they mess with you, so he doesn't get that jealous unless it's a game.

Kisses - What are their kisses like? where do they like to kiss you? where do they like to be kissed?

He'll kiss wherever he wants to (with consent, of course). His love language is touch, so he's going to make sure you know how much he loves you when you're with him. How he kisses depends on his mood; sometimes, it's a quick peck, and other times, it's long and slow.

Little ones - How are they around children?

Happy loves kids, he's the cool uncle that let's them sit on his bike when their parents aren't looking. With his own kids, he raises his girls to be strong and fearless and his boys to be kind but steely; they're allowed to show emotions but not with a good reason.

Morning - How are mornings spent with them?

He's not a morning person, you take the dogs for a walk, maybe go for a coffee but nothing too crazy.

Open - When would they start revealing things about themselves? do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?

Like getting blood from a stone unless he knows he can trust you and he only does that if he loves you.

Patience - How easily angered are they?

He has the patience of a saint but in a scary way, you don't really know when he's upset unless you know him well.

Quizzes - How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?

Every little thing without fail, again, it's kinda scary.

Remember - What is their favourite moment in your relationship?

The first time he told you he loved you because that when he knew you were the person for him forever.

Security - How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?

Very protective, if someone looks at you wrong, he's going to jump off. He doesn't think he needs it but he likes it when you makes sure people know he's a good person if another Son is treating him like he's a monster.

Try - How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?

We all know he's cheap so he wouldn't spend a lot of money but he would make up for it in effort. He'd cook a three course meal and spend hours finding flowers around Charming. If he did buy you something, you can bet it's something you really want because he's been paying attention.

Unusual - What's a little quirk of theirs?

He really likes Chinese food, not just the fast food, but he spends hours looking for new recipes after watching the food network with you and he has to eat it while watching cartoons.

Virtuous - What morals with they refuse to break?

He would never hurt an animal or a child.

Whole - Would they feel incomplete without you?

He'd feel unattached to a part of himself, like a limp was missing but he couldn't put words to it.

Xtra - What's something small they do for you?

He always remembers to bring you your favourite fruits when they come in season, he goes to the fancy green grocer and everything.

Yearning - What's something they need from a person?

To be treated like he's a good person, too many people see him as a monster and he needs the opposite from his lady love.

Zzz - What is a sleep habit of theirs?

He uses you as a weighted blanket.

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"Her Outlaw Hero" (Sons Of Anarchy-Chibs Chapter fic) Chapter 5

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the Original Characters in this story. I am only using Kurt Sutter's characters from Sons of Anarchy. He created the characters and the show—I am in no way taking any credit for his creations. This story is for entertainment only. Content/Warnings: Violence against both men and women including rape. Summary:

Adelaide Watson is fleeing Tennessee—on the run from her violent past.

When she has a car accident on a lonely road in Charming, California, she has no choice but to walk to town for help. But help comes to her instead. In a very unexpected way.

Chapter 5

Tara was scribbling out a prescription for some pain medication while Chibs got Adelaide Watson settled into a bed. He quickly placed a pack of ice in each of her armpits, underneath her back and neck. Then hesitating for a second, but knowing what he had to do to help the woman, he hurriedly placed another one at the juncture of her thighs. Then he covered the woman lightly with a dampened sheet to aid in keeping her cool. He finished by aiming a fan at her and turning it on the high setting.

Adelaide whimpered lightly, and her head shifted on the pillow. "Mmm��Cold…" she murmured incoherently in her sleep.

"I know," Chibs told her softly. "Just hang in there. We're gonna get you well." He touched her forehead lightly, and looked over at Tara across the room. "She seems to be staying cool so far."

Tara nodded. "Be sure and keep a check on her actual temperature though. Every twenty minutes. If it approaches 104, get her back in an ice bath."

"I will," Chibs replied slowly, watching intently as she wrote on her prescription pad.

"What is it," she asked, seeing the concern on his face.

"Maybe you shouldn't write her a prescription after all," Chibs stated, obviously thinking it over. "If someone truly is looking for her—someone she's obviously afraid of, a scrip would leave a paper trail."

"Well what else can I do," Tara asked, a frown crossing her face. "When she wakes up she'll be in pain. She's going to need something."

"Write it out for me," Chibs suggested. "That way, she'll have access to the pills, but they'll be in my name so it won't help anyone find her."

Her hazel gaze stared him down for a moment, deep in thought. "Why are you doing this," she asked. "I mean, you're asking me to break the law in writing a false prescription, all for a woman you don't even know."

Chibs shrugged, at a loss for words. "I don't know, really. I just…"

"Does this have anything to do with Fiona's death?"

Chibs' dark eyes shot to hers in an instant. "No. Why would it?"

"Well, Chibs, it doesn't take a shrink to see the possible connection. You feel guilt because you couldn't save her from Jimmy O' Phelan before you were able to kill him. Maybe you're trying to make up for that somehow..."

He shook his head. "No. I cared about Fi, and it kills me that I couldn't save her. But it's got nothin' to do with this woman," he indicated Adelaide with a slight nod of his head in her direction. "I just want to help her get well. She's a scared, defenseless woman who's running for her life. She needs our help."

Tara stared at him skeptically for a moment but finally nodded. "Okay." She ripped up the slip of paper she'd been writing on and started a new one. She wrote on a another one and then handed them both to him. "I wrote one for hydrocodone, and I also wrote one for some 800 milligram Ibuprofen. If her pain begins to subside, try to wean her off the hydrocodone and give her the Ibuprofen instead."

Chibs nodded and pocketed the prescriptions. "Thanks, Doc."

"You're welcome. Now, I've got to get back and finish my shift, but I'll drop by afterward to see how she's doing. Call me in an emergency. Oh, and I left a syringe with another dose of Phenobarbital should she start convulsing again."

Tig and Quinn entered the dorm as Tara left and spoke softly, so as not to disturb Adelaide's sleep. "We got her car towed back here," Quinn reported. He handed over a suitcase. "This was inside. I figured she'd need it."

"Yeah, thanks," Chibs said, setting the suitcase in the floor at the foot of the bed.

"How's she doing," Tig asked, his vivid blue eyes reflecting his concern.

"I guess she's okay, for right now," Chibs answered, sitting down in a chair beside Adelaide's bed. "She only came out of the ice bath a few minutes ago but, so far, her temperature seems to be staying cooled down."

"That's great," Tig replied. "Maybe she'll be good as new soon."

"How's your hand," Chibs asked, fighting off the urge to chuckle.

"It's okay," Tig said, lifting his bitten hand to show off the gauze bandaging. "It wasn't as bad as it looked. Why I'm the one to always get bitten, I'll never know," he laughed. "But, at least this time it wasn't on my-"

"Please…"

They all turned to Adelaide, whose head shifted restlessly back and forth against her pillow.

"Please… don't…"

"I wonder who she's so scared of," Tig asked.

"I don't know," Chibs answered. "But judging from all those bruises, she has reason to be scared. I'll find out who it is, as soon as I can."

"Well, Tig, let's go finish these repos," Quinn said. "Then we need to figure out what her car is gonna need toward repairing."

"Yeah, yeah," Tig grumbled as they exited the dorm. "Just a regular busy day."

Chibs chuckled and shook his head at the two men's grumblings when Adelaide caught his attention again.

"Please… Someone… H-help me…"

She became more restless and her hand twitched and formed a fist.

"Shhh," Chibs shushed her gently and brushed his finger down her cheek in a soothing gesture. "Nobody's gonna hurt ya now," he whispered. "You're safe."

"No…" she whimpered. "Never… Safe again…"

The corner of Chibs' mouth twitched as if to fight off a smile. The woman obviously has no idea who she's stumbled upon, he thought. Between him and the rest of the club members, the woman was as safe as she could get. She may not realize it, but she lucked out when Chibs and Tig found her.

Instinctively, he took her small hand in his own and gave it a gentle squeeze. "I promise you, lass," he drawled. "We won't let anyone hurt ya."

He started to pull his hand out of hers so he could call his daughter, Karianne and inform her that he'd be staying in a dorm for the night. To his surprise, Adelaide's fingers curled around his and held his hand in place. She whimpered softly in protest to his leaving.

Surprised, Chibs settled back in his seat a few minutes more, and took a moment to look his fill of her.

In spite of the bruises marring her pale skin, the woman was stunning. Her long, dark wavy hair was currently in a loose braid that draped over her shoulder. Though her eyes were closed in sleep, he recalled the icy shade of blue that stood out drastically against the long black lashes that fringed them. Chibs' gaze moved to her mouth and he couldn't help but visually feast on the full lips. They were devoid of any artificial color and at the moment were unusually pale. But he had no doubt that in good health, they would be pink and soft and begging to be kissed.

He instantly shook his head and tried to clear his mind of the thought. What the-, he asked himself. Only an hour ago the woman was at death's door and here I am drooling over her like some pre-teen lad.

Frustrated with himself, he pulled out his cell phone to call Karianne.

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Furious, Liam Walker paced back and forth in what used to be Adelaide's bedroom, looking for clues as to where she might have gone.

"How could Laidey do this to me," he growled to himself. "I took good care of her and all I asked in return was that she do what I say. I loved her. I'd even been willing to abide by her silly no-sex rule." He sat down on the edge of her bed and stewed some more.

Till she decided to taunt me with it, he justified in his twisted mind. And then to assault me and leave me for dead, like the little coward she is, he raged. She'll pay. I'll find her. And then I'm going to finish what I started, he vowed, feeling the searing frustration of his unmet needs. He'd fallen unconscious before his pleasure had even plateaued. And then she really will die.

Feeling fueled to start his search, he grabbed her cell phone off her night table and began going through her contacts to get in touch with. He dialed the first one on the list and made his voice sound shaky with emotion.

A second later, an elderly woman's voice answered with a soft, "Hello?"

"Hello, Abbie—Abbie Simpson? This is Liam Walker, Adelaide Watson's boyfriend. I was going through Laidey's contact list on her phone and came across your number. I was wondering… If you've," he paused for effect, and then bit back a fake sob for sympathy. "I was wondering if you have seen her. She's missing and I can't find her anywhere." He listened as the woman spoke kindly to him.

"Why no, I've not seen her in ages, dear. She quit coming to my church a couple years ago."

Quickly, Liam's politeness dwindled. "You have no idea where she is then?"

"No, I'm sorry, I don't-"

Liam hung up without saying goodbye before the woman could finish her sentence. Then he was on to his next contact.

Angela McSands. Laidey's best friend, he thought. And idea struck him then on how to trick some information out of her. Or at the very least, find out how much she knew about his and Laidey's relationship. If she knew too much, she'd have to be disposed of.

Moments later, he dialed her from his burner so she wouldn't recognize the phone number and waited till she answered.

"Hello?"

"Am I speaking with Angela McSands," Liam asked, disguising his voice slightly.

"Yes, this is she," came the cautious reply. "Who's calling?"

"This is Detective Jacobs with Nashville P.D. I received a missing persons report on a…" He paused as if reading from the faux report. "An Adelaide Watson. It says she's been missing for about two days. Do you know anything about that?"

"No," came the immediate, surprised reply. "But… I don't understand. How did you get my number?"

"We took a number of items as evidence—one being Ms. Watson's cell phone. She left it behind, and we went through the contacts to see if anyone knows of her whereabouts. Her boyfriend stated you were her best friend, so that's why I've called you. You don't have any idea where Ms. Watson would be?"

"N-no," Angela said again. "I-I I mean, I saw her on Sunday evening. But after our visit, I have no idea where she went. I assumed back to her house."

She's good, Liam thought, impressed with the woman's ability to lie on the spur of the moment. There's no way Laidey didn't tell her about what happened between us. Angela's almost as good a liar as me, he grinned. To test his theory he took the questioning in another direction.

"Sunday…So you saw her the day she disappeared. You're probably the last person to have seen her. Did she seem okay when you saw her," he asked. "Did she seem worried or scared or anything like that? Or had she mentioned an altercation of any kind?"

"No, not at all," Angela answered. "We just had dinner together and chatted for a while. She was in a really good mood and didn't seem troubled in any way."

Bingo, Liam thought. She didn't have dinner with Laidey on Sunday, I did. And Laidey most certainly wasn't in a good mood either. "Okay," he tried to sound as if he was taking notes. "And how did she appear? Did she look nervous or scared? Was she disheveled or anything?"

"No," replied Angela, beginning to sound slightly irritated. "I've told you, she seemed absolutely fine."

Wrong again, Liam thought triumphantly. "That's alright, Ms. McSands. I'm just trying to decipher if she disappeared of her own free will, or if she met with some possible foul play."

"Well, seeing as she is like my sister, she would've told me if something was wrong. Now, if you don't have any more questions, I really need to get back to my work. I have a ton of papers to finish grading."

With that, Liam heard the line click and then there was only silence.

"And I have all the answers I need," he thought out loud, with a devious grin. His green eyes glinted maliciously. "I think I'll pay you a visit very soon, Ms. McSands."

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