#sons of anarchy fic

[laurfilijames]

Bulletproof

Pairing: Jax Teller x female reader

Words: 3.1k

Warnings: Rated E, 18+. Mentions of being shot through a bulletproof vest. Bruises and welts. Swearing. Unprotected intercourse.

Summary: After a close call in a gunfight, Jax turns to you to remind him of all the things in life worth living for.

A/N: I'm sorry I couldn't help it. This is a teeny bit angsty and full of feelings. I needed to write something "short and sweet" (it's neither of those 🤣) to get my writing back on track, and well, here's this... enjoy!!

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The buzz of your phone that sat on the nightstand beside your head woke you from a decent sleep, taking you a few minutes to register it was happening for real and not in a dream, a soft moan passing your lips as you reached over for it and hit the button to accept the call.

“Hello?” you answered, your voice groggy and unable to disguise your sleep, your eyes too heavy and blurred to have read on the screen who was on the other end.

“Hey, it’s me,” Jax’s voice registered in your ear, making you become a little more alert and sit up while running your hand over your hair.

“I’m on my way over,” he explained, his tone short and wired, like he was on edge or adrenaline was pumping through him.

Glancing over at the alarm clock, you simply agreed, not asking any questions, knowing if he was calling you and needing to see you at this hour that something more than just sex was on his mind.

The roar of his Harley came through before he hung up, and flinging the covers off while swinging your legs to the side of the bed, you did the same.

You walked through to the front door, wearing only his Reaper t-shirt that had become your nightly staple, flicking the bolt to unlock it as you leaned against the frame, peeling back the curtain that covered the small window to look out onto the dark street as if he would be rolling in any second despite him having just left to get there.

Letting your eyelids close, you continued to lean, wrapping your arms around yourself to try to keep some of the lingering warmth from your bed on your skin, partly hoping that Jax would be tired and ready for sleep when he arrived.

The familiar rumble of his engine sounded in the distance and grew louder with each second, and an automatic smile tugged at your lips, your heart picking up pace just as his motorcycle did to quicker close the gap between him and you.

You watched through the window, your fingers toying with the thin fabric as you held the curtain aside, seeing him roughly push down the kickstand with his white sneakers before quickly standing up and dismounting his bike, unfastening his helmet at the same time.

The way he was rushing made your pulse hammer, his deliberate strides a clear display of his desperation, and you opened the door for him before he blew through it and knocked it off its hinges, his expression a mix of frenzy and relief as his blue eyes landed on you.

Gloved hands gripped your cheeks roughly, pulling you into him equally as much as he pressed himself into you, his lips crashing against yours in a kiss so hard it stole your breath.

A slightly surprised gasp blew out of your mouth when he parted from you and gave you an opportunity to get air back into your lungs, your eyes searching his features with concern as you took in the sweat clinging to his reddened cheeks, his hair damp and darkened.

His chest rose and fell sharply, and tearing off his gloves, he raked his long fingers that held a home for his chunky rings through his messy tresses, exhaling a shaky breath as he looked down at the floor and then back up at you.

“Jax, what happened?”

He shook his head and chuckled falsely, pulling his bottom lip in his teeth before looking at you with what he must have thought was a convincing expression.

“I’m fine.”

His eyebrows sat high on his forehead and brought out the creases on it as he stared at you, and when you held his gaze almost challengingly, he blinked away the moisture that you caught building up in them and moved into you again, his sigh emptying out into your mouth as he kissed you slower this time, but with equal passion.

Your hands slipped up beneath his kutte, the heat of his skin pouring off of him as you rubbed his back in soothing motions, the act comforting yourself as much as it was him.

The familiar taste and smell of smoke assaulted your nose and transferred onto your tongue, knowing whatever stress he was under right now had caused him to light up one cigarette after the other to try to settle his nerves.

As your kiss faded out, Jax rubbed his nose against the side of yours, his breath hot on your cheek, the stickiness of his skin transferring onto yours.

He leaned his forehead against yours, breathing for a moment while he let his hands roam up over your bum and onto the small of your back, bringing your body even closer to his.

Swaying slightly on the spot, he nuzzled his face into yours even more, a moment of softness before he met your lips again, claiming you in another kiss that started slow and quickly increased in fervor.

His breathing became laboured, struggling to draw in enough air as he kissed you harder and with more desperation, his hands gripping at your flesh beneath his worn shirt.

You could feel his hard cock pressing into you as it strained against his jeans, making you rub yourself on it a couple of times with a teasing grind of your hips, your fingers moving down his stomach to work at the button and zipper while he shrugged out of his kutte.

It landed carelessly on the floor beside you, and you couldn’t mistake the slight wince on his face before it disappeared in his hoodie as he lifted his arms and pulled it over his head, immediately moving back to capture your lips again.

He kicked off his shoes and stepped out of his jeans, walking forward to force you back and further into your house, your hand rubbing him through his boxers before diving inside the waistband to take hold of his cock, stroking the hot, velvety skin of his length that made you moan into his mouth and him push harder on yours.

Both of you blindly made your way toward your bedroom, only pausing your kisses briefly to peel the white t-shirt that clung to his body off of him, your breath knocking out of you as he slammed you against the wall and began lifting the hem of the shirt still covering your body.

Once your naked form was available to him, he trailed his lips down your neck and along your collarbone while his hands smoothed all along your waist, one moving to your breasts where his fingers plucked one of your peaked nipples, the other traveling downward to slip between your legs.

“Jax…” you breathed, your tone needy and filled with lust, the sensation of his fingers entering and withdrawing from your slick hole making your eyes close and your head knock back on the drywall.

After losing yourself in ecstasy for a couple of minutes, you refocused, needing him more than ever, your thumbs hooking in the band of his boxers to tear them down his legs.

Jax took your hand and turned to lead you the short distance to your room, giving you a view of his back where your eyes were drawn to different spots of dark colouring that weren’t part of the ones that made up the large tattoo that covered almost all of it.

Peppered between the image of the Reaper and letters that spelled out ‘California’ were round bruises, his skin raised with welts, and your heart sank in realization of what had caused them; the impact of the bullets that had hit him unable to be disguised even with the protection of kevlar.

You instinctively reached out to lightly trace each one, counting three in total, a mix of emotions rushing through you that were half grateful and half terrified.

“I’m fine.” He repeated the same lie as before, glancing back at you as he paused in his steps and turned to face you.

You dove into him, wrapping your shaky arms around him to hug him so tight you didn’t care if it hurt, feeling his arms encase you in return and his lips press multiple times on the top of your head.

A sourness crept up your restricted throat, your guts twisting almost painfully at the thought of one of those bullets striking a place the bulletproof vest hadn’t been covering, and you frantically began kissing him everywhere you could reach, starting on his chest and making your way up his neck, your hands moving to cup his cheeks where your thumbs smoothed back and forth on his blond scruff. Your lips met again, both of you moaning into each other’s mouths as you transferred all your worry and grief into a display of love, his cock nudging at your core to remind you of what it was he needed right now.

The oncoming tears stung when you squeezed your eyelids together tightly, one slipping out and down your cheek as you retrained your focus on the feel of his tongue tangling with yours instead, the simplicity of needing to just be with him beginning to outweigh anything else.

You finally made it into your room, sitting on the bed and scooching yourself back to lay down with spread legs as he settled between them and sank overtop of you, continuing to kiss you with as much ardor that the skin around your mouth was already beginning to feel raw.

His knee pressed up on your thigh to guide it higher, spreading you out further as he covered your body completely with his, his fingers running along your scalp to send shivers across your skin.

You adjusted your hips, angling yourself to allow for his leaking head to push through your folds, lingering with just the tip of him inside you that somehow already made you feel full.

The skin on his back was tacky as you ran your hands gently up and down it, feeling his muscles flex as he began to move against you, his cock stretching you out inch by inch as he slowly pushed all the way in.

It was ironic; catching glimpses of the silver shell casing that hung from the chain around his neck in the light shining in through the window as it wagged and glided along your chest, filling the space between your hearts that hammered furiously and proved his vitality as if it hadn’t been threatened.

As soon as Jax had pulled into your driveway he felt better, the need to see you and be with you at the forefront of his mind, having bolted out of the clubhouse the minute he had changed out of his tac vest and clothes that were sprayed with holes from the gunshots he could still hear going off in his head.

Now that he had felt your lips against his and the softness of your skin beneath his palms, he was filled with an appreciation for you that he knew he took for granted too many times before, the relief he felt at being with someone who made him feel alive after a close call with death sobering him in a harsh bite of reality.

The way you made him feel was undeniable, giving him a vigor that was too often misplaced and diluted even though you showed him a brighter side to all the darkness that surrounded him, his lack of commitment to anyone but his club wrongly applicable even to you.

He thrusted harder into you, deepening his strokes as he peeled his mouth from yours to watch his cock pump in and out of you, the sound of your pleasure coming out in beautiful whimpers and soft moans while requesting more from him reiterating every reason why he came here tonight in the first place.

Jax dove against your lips again, needing to kiss you in order to stop himself from saying things that he feared may only be a result of how fucking scared he had been earlier, but deep down knowing the words that portrayed how he felt weren’t coming from a place of fear.

It felt different. Crazed and desperate and meaningful, the way he fucked you hinting at something more intent and unwavering than usual.

Sex with Jax was always mind-numbing and intense, but you never let yourself get too far into things knowing he could be gone before you even woke the next day and carrying on without thinking twice about it meaning anything more, his nonchalance always reminding you to take nothing from it other than pleasure.

Gone.

The potency of that little word had your eyes burning again, burrowing an emptiness in your chest that ached to be filled by anything he was generous enough to give.

There were never any labels put on what you were to each other or what this was, but the possibility of losing him at any moment made you desperate to show him what he meant to you, your fingers digging into the flesh on his upper arms so hard as if adding marks of your own on his body would make him stay with you forever.

You reached your face upward to press harder against his mouth, happy when he reciprocated and drove his tongue deeper inside yours, the long, rolling motions of his hips continuing, only now with more calculated force.

Heat bubbled within you, building up into that familiar tingle that taunted to be chased, every nerve in you warning of what drew nearer with each pump and drag of his long cock in and out of you.

The way his hands roamed your body in a calm, but needy way had your mind spinning, like the more he touched you the more it grounded and convinced him that he was still here to enjoy something this good; the gravity of today in no hurry to lose its effectiveness.

Jax paused for a moment, rubbing his hand over your forehead as he searched your eyes for permission or assurance or something more that scared even you, the sound of your panting breaths the only thing audible in the dark quiet of your room. He dipped down to brush your lips again, his scruff holding onto the sweat that had effectively coated every part of his body, lightly teasing with a softer kiss before resuming the purposeful tempo of his hips, the silence between you able to voice that you were both ready to find your high together.

Letting your bodies say what your words couldn't, you met his pace, grinding and rolling deliberately in time with him, the need to help him find his release with the use of your body seeming more important tonight than it ever had.

Jax gripped your face tightly, his fingers squeezing your jawline in an almost frantic way, groaning into your mouth desperately as a signal of his climax.

His thrusts never faltered, continuing to pound you while his hot cum filled you up in aggressive spurts, throwing you into your own orgasm as your clit rubbed against the coarse hairs on his groin. The feel of his cock sliding his thick seed in and out of you drew out your high, prolonging every blissful spark and shudder that tore through your body, the way his sweaty form laid heavily on top of yours a necessary weight that helped you stay rooted in the moment.

He remained buried inside you while you kissed, catching your breaths by sharing each other’s until he slipped from between your legs and crashed onto the covers beside you, his arm falling over his head as he stared up at the ceiling.

Despite having just been as close to him as you possibly could be, you felt a vacancy and longing for him, glancing over at him where you watched him close his eyes, his chest rising and falling quickly as he drew in sharp breaths.

His necklace fell to the side from where it rested on his pec, hanging in his armpit as he continued to breathe, and you carefully picked it up between your fingers, the silver cold against them and a stark contrast to the heat that radiated off his body.

Even though his eyes remained closed, you couldn’t mistake the pained look on his face, a sort of fear and vulnerability that was rare to see on his features, his mortality shattering the usual invincibility that was layered on falsely by his cockiness.

Your chest felt tight, watching him let everything the adrenaline had prevented him from feeling earlier course through him, and you leaned over and traced your fingertips along the creases beside his mouth before pressing your lips to his, relieved when he didn’t hesitate to kiss you back.

His arms came down to wrap around you, pulling your body to rest more on top of his, his hands carding over your back in a comfortable, soothing way.

You couldn’t recount the times sex with Jax had turned into a quick goodbye between smiling kisses and promises to see each other soon only to have days turn into weeks, convincing yourself and him that this was nothing more than a casual, fun fuck, having to disguise the way your heart ached for him and how many butterflies erupted at the mention of his name alone.

None of that mattered tonight, no longer caring if you let your cards show, the severity of tonight outweighing any need to try to stifle your feelings or bother denying that you felt more for him than you ever intended to let happen.

Jax remained pensive and quiet, his boisterous self clouded by his brush with a graver fate, but with the occasional kiss to the top of your head and the way his heartbeat had steadied in your ear, you knew he was comforted in your embrace.

As you laid entwined in your sheets, your leg hooked over his waist while he held your hand and played with your fingers, interlacing them and listlessly running them through his, you thought how you would never be able to control or guarantee if he would be yours to love forever, the way he lived his reckless life a threat to any sort of assurance.

A soft smile tugged at your lips when Jax shifted slightly lower on the bed to line up your face with his, kissing you slowly and clutching your hand in his where he brought it into his chest.

His nose rubbed against yours a couple of times before he settled his head on your pillow, a quiet hum sounding from his mouth, his blue eyes shining with a vitality and promise that for at least another day, he was yours.

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[violentdelightsandviolentends]

Chibs with a reader around the same age as Juice and they do it on Chibs’s bike at the club house thinking nobody is there but they get caught by a few of the members

Teach Me How to Ride.

Synopsis - Chibs is teaching you how to ride (in more ways than one).

Pairing - Filip 'Chibs' Telford x Female Reader

Warnings - smut. cursing. age gap.

Age Rating - 18+

Word Count - 1k

Author's Note - thank you SO much for this request, anon. it made me feral. that old man owns me and i'm not sorry about it. always open to SOA and chibs requests. <3

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"Any weekend plans, darlin'?"

You smile at the blonde man sat on the other side of the bar you're wiping down.

"Nothing too exciting. I think I'm gonna try and get out on my bike."

His brows raise in curiosity.

"You have a bike now?"

"Yeah. Chibs is teaching me how to ride."

"I bet he is."

You roll your eyes at the snickers that come from the other guys who are dotted around the room.

"Real mature, Jax."

"Is he charging you for these lessons, or are you paying him in other ways?"

You put down your cloth and look up.

"I'll jump over this bar and beat your ass right now, Tig. Don't think I won't."

They all laugh, and you can't help but chuckle along with them. You know they mean well. They'd do anything for you, in a heartbeat.

Eventually, the sun sets, and all of the guys make their way home. You've been restocking the bar, not minding staying a little later if it means you get the job done.

You're crouched down filling the fridge when you hear a familiar Scottish accent echo though the clubhouse.

"You still here, sweetheart?"

You stand up and smile at him, grinning wider when he reciprocates.

"Still here. Trying to get my shit done."

"That's my girl. Always working ten times harder than the rest of us."

You laugh, throwing him a beer.

"You're here late. How did the run go?"

"All good, nothing to worry about," he winks.

You think back to Jax's comment earlier, and decide you've had enough of avoiding the truth. You want answers. You also just kind of want to know what he'll say.

"Why does everyone think we're fucking?"

Chibs practically chokes on his drink, taken aback by your sudden brashness.

"What?"

"You heard me."

He takes a moment to process, before a slow smile etches itself onto his face.

"Why do you ask that?"

"Just something Jax said earlier."

"Ignore that bastard. He doesn't think before he speaks."

You chuckle in agreement, finishing up your jobs for the day.

"You wan' a ride home?"

You nod gratefully, making sure to lock up before walking over to where Chibs is leaning against his bike. He's parked by the door, under the shelter, obscured from the yard. He slips a helmet onto your head, before standing in front of you to do up the buckle. His rough fingertips slide under your chin, clasping the straps in place. He swipes a thumb over your bottom lip gently, eyes never leaving your face.

"You're too good for me," he murmurs. "Pretty young thing like you."

"Everyone already thinks we're fucking anyway," you whisper, smirk on your face.

He chuckles lowly, before leaning in to capture your lips with his. He kisses you with need, unbuckling the helmet he just put on you and dropping it to the ground. He's grabbing at you - your hips, your ass, anywhere he can find. You've got your hands tangled in his hair, yanking roughly when he bites your lip.

The two of you waste no time. Chibs is shrugging his jacket off while unbuttoning your pants, pulling them down. You're fumbling with his belt, undoing his jeans with shaky hands. You're both high on adrenaline, desperate to feel the other person. He smashes his lips back to yours and you groan, reveling in the way he tastes like smoke and peppermint.

Chibs grabs your hips and walks you backwards, twirling you around so you're bent over his bike. You can't help but laugh, remembering what Jax had said.

"What?" he chuckles into your ear, hot and heavy against your back.

"Nothing," you giggle. "I'll tell you later. You gonna fuck me, old man, or just stand there?"

He growls under his breath and smacks your ass as punishment, smirking when you whine.

"You gonna ask me nicely, sweetheart?"

At this point, you're not above begging. Besides, you know it'll do wonders for his ego, and you don't entirely mind that.

"Please, Chibs," you whinge. "Waited so long for this."

"Oh, ya have?" he coos. "Better not keep you waitin' then."

In one smooth thrust he slides home, both of you groaning in unison. He plants a hand on the back of your neck, the other with a firm grip on your hip, providing him with leverage. He sets a steady, even pace, careful not to knock the bike over.

He tilts his hips upwards a little and you keen, seeing stars.

"Right there? Yeah? That's it, isn't it?"

You only nod in response, holding onto the motorcycle for dear life. You trust him, though. You know he won't let you fall.

"Fuck, darlin'. You feel so good."

"So close," you choke out.

"I know, I know. Can feel you squeezin' me. Come on, that's it. Good girl."

The lilt of his accent combined with the glide of his hips is lethal, sending you over the edge in no time. You see stars, heart racing and mind blank.

Your undoing is also Chibs'. He groans as he finds his release, leaning over to rest his head between your shoulders. You're both panting, chests heaving as you recover.

After a moment, the bike groans, and you both jump up, laughing as you do it. You're redressing, Chibs stealing kisses from you, when you hear a voice cut through the darkness.

"Well, shit. I was only kidding earlier."

You can hear Jax's teasing drawl before he comes into view, cocky smirk drawn across his face.

You groan as Chibs rolls his eyes and throws his arm around your shoulders, pulling you into him. Both of you know you're not going to hear the end of this for a long time.

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[thisreadswhatever]

Only Mine

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[description]: jax teller x fem!reader

[wordcount]: 2.4k

[cw]: 18+ only, smut, jealous overprotective Jax, angst, short fight scene (if you can even call it that), car sex, oral f receiving, teasing, unfinished sex

[authors note]: I had this idea floating around for awhile and then this request inspired the rest! thank you!

“I’m sure you say that to all the ladies.” 

You were along the bar, chin in palm, blinking your lashes at the man sitting beside you. He smiled back wryly. He was pretty perfect. Clean cut, slightly muscular, no tats covering him from top to bottom, no bike sitting in the parking lot. He was a little cocky, aware of his good looks, and in all honesty, any other day he’d be the type of guy you’d usually find pretty boring. But for tonight, he’d be a welcome distraction. 

“So you’re really here alone?” the man asked, looking around as he took a sip from the glass in front of him. 

You smiled back, twisting a strand of hair into your fingers as you sipped your beer, “that surprise you?” 

“Someone like you doesn’t come around here often. Can't imagine you haven’t been snatched up yet.” 

Technically, he was right. Jax and you hadn’t spoken in days, and although the mutual silence was a regular occurrence, you somehow always found a way back to each other. It never had been made ‘official’, but it never really needed to be. You both stuck to each other like the end poles of magnets, impossible to keep apart yet impossible to stay together. You and Jax were a burning flame amongst a sea of trees condemned to an endless drought. Your love was toxic and infuriating, and it pained you both how hurtful you could be to one another. Yet for some reason, you always went back. You’d reconnect, one of you would fuck up, and then it was back to square one all over again. 

“Haven’t found the one yet”, you teased. 

He gestured to the bartender with his hand, “can I buy you another beer?” 

You smiled politely back at him, “you can buy me as many as you want.”

You picked up your drink and pulled his hand with your other as you led him to one of the quiet booths settled at the back of the bar. You spent the next hour cosying up to your stranger, soaking in the attention he gave you. He was overly attentive and extremely polite, almost a little too nice for your liking. No roughness on the edges, no fight in him. Just a gentleman through and through. You sat inches from each other, tension building as the drinks continued to appear. 

“Can I kiss you?” The man asked as he leaned in, hovering above your face. It wasn’t often you were asked to be kissed. You stared into his eyes through your long lashes, nodding in approval.

He smiled shyly into your lips as they pressed against his. He was gentle, his hands slowly moving to your waist, never straying further. 

He laid back into the bench, taking a sip from his beer. “You know I never did catch your name.” 

You didn’t want to share anything with this stranger, the anonymity bringing less questions and expectations. 

“Later.” 

You cupped his face in your hand, grazing his jaw with your fingertips as you brought his mouth to yours again.

He was nice, but the longer you spent kissing your gentle stranger, the more you yearned to be in the hands of your depraved biker. Jax was urgent and desperate for you each time you were in his arms. There was a mutual desire that turned you both into crazed maniacs when you were together. It was something you’d searched for every time you were with someone else, because nobody you’d ever come across had given you that same feeling. 

Jax had a way of turning you into the only girl in the world. Until he was fucking the next croweater who threw themselves at him the following day. 

Tonight, you were going to allow yourself to enjoy the gentlemen in front of you. You leaned back into the bench, trying to edge him on top of you as you sunk into the bench against his lips.

You were so entangled in your stranger that you never even noticed him arrive with half of The Club. It wasn’t until you were interrupted by the break in your lips as he was pulling the man off you by his shirt, forcing him to the floor as he was knocked flat on his back. 

“Jax!”

“Dude! What the fu-“ he tried to stand up, but Jax placed his shoe directly on his chest, crushing him to the ground. The man grunted under the weight, failing to pry the shoe off of him. “What the fuck are you doing!?”

“What do you think you’re doing?” He pressed down into the man’s chest harder, restraining himself from crushing his rib cage all together. 

The stranger looked at you with wide eyes, trying to speak through the force compounding his lungs, “she said she was alone!” 

Jax smiled at him as he laid spread out on the dirty bar floor. 

“I don’t give shit what she said. Your time is up, pretty boy.”  

You were ashamed to admit that you thoroughly enjoyed watching Jax furious with envy over you, but you did feel bad for the innocent guy beneath his sneaker. 

“Get the fuck off him, Jax.” 

He glanced up at you, taking a long look at your flushed pink cheeks and swollen lips.

The crowded bar was now zoned in on your table, watching and entertained by the drama unfolding. Chibs, Juice and Bobby guarded the table, ensuring no onlookers got in the way of Jax’s jealous fuelled rage. 

He picked the man up by his collar, pulling him to his feet as he threw him against the wall. Jax gripped at his jaw, lifting his chin to force his eyes towards you at the bench. “I suggest you apologise for bothering my girl.” 

“Jax don’t be ridiculous-“ 

He ignored you, glaring at the man in his grasp, tightening the grip on his collar. 

“I’m sorry, okay!” 

“Not to me, asshole. To her.” 

You rolled your eyes, watching as he tormented the innocent stranger you had set yourself upon.

“I’m sorry I bothered you.” His voice cracked from the hold Jax had on his collar, draining the circulation from his neck.

Jax shoved the man off the wall, releasing him as he was once again flown across the laminate. He stumbled to regain his balance before he started running, bolting for the exit. He disappeared at the speed of light, chuckles from Juice and Chibs echoing through the bar as he ran. 

You stood up from the bench, storming off in anger for the door. 

Jax followed you into the empty, dark car park outside the bar. His hands stuffed into his pockets as he watched you slump against the brick wall, sliding down to sit on the pavement. You put a cigarette to your mouth as you searched for a lighter in your bag. You hadn’t felt tipsy until the air hit you, realising your head was spinning.

He paced over to you, crouching forward with his lighter, igniting the cigarette between your lips. 

“You’re such a prick sometimes, you know that?” 

Jax slid down the wall beside you, his legs bent slightly at the knees as he sighed to himself, lighting his own cigarette. “Not gonna argue with that.” 

He exhaled a large cloud of smoke as he spoke, “but you were basically fucking that guy in an open bar, y/n.” 

“First of all, no I wasn’t.” 

He chuckled, amused by your irritation. 

“And second of all, what the fuck has that got to do with you? You’re the one who decided to get knee deep in Ima last week, again.” 

“I told you I was drunk.” 

“And now I’m drunk too”, you protested.

He shook his head as smoke escaped his lips, fingers twirling the silver lighter in his hands. “That isn’t going to happen again.”

Your head fell back as you groaned at his promise, leaning against the hard brick behind you. “Yeah, ‘cause I haven’t heard that one before.” 

He smiled, nudging your leg with his playfully. “You know I mean it. Doesn’t matter who I’m inside, there's only one face I see.” 

You turned your head towards him, leaning your face on his shoulder. “I’m tired of this, Jax. You and your mommy issues are giving me whiplash.” 

“Yeah, well your baggage ain’t so easy to handle either.” He placed a hand over the back of your head, stroking your hair as he spoke.

You responded with a punch to his knee, swaying his leg. “You can’t just keep beating men up because they’re interested in me. That guy was actually sweet.” 

He threw his cigarette across the pavement before he grasped his hands into your hair, entangling his fingers between the strands. He crushed his lips against yours, his tongue lapping into your mouth. His fingers smoothed against your face, the feeling of his cold rings brushing against your cheek. Your foreheads connected as your eyes closed, resting silently along each other. “I can be sweet too.” 

You chuckled, playfully biting his lip. “You’re a sweet, jealous prick, Teller.”

He pulled into you once more, pecking your lips slowly before escalating into your lips, pulling you on top of him. You straddled him there in the lot, surrounded by empty parked cars in the dead of night. His hands gripped at your waist, pulling your body tighter to him, the feeling of his erection pressing into your jeans. Your hands twisted into his hair, holding his head against yours. He smirked against your lips, trailing his hands lower to your ass, as he secured his hands in your back pockets. He stroked your cheek with his nose, kissing the pink tinted skin.

“I just don’t like sharing what’s mine.” 

Your mouth found his as you raised your eyebrows, mumbling into his lips, “then take what's yours.”

He grinned, lifting you in one swift motion from his lap, standing you up against him. He pulled you across the parking lot as you stumbled drunk, trying to keep up. He led you to your car, opened the back door and pushed you flat against the back seat. 

Jax laid above you, planting himself between your legs. He angled himself between the seats, crushing his mouth against yours. His touch was ravenous, ripping the buttons from your jeans waistband as he pulled the denim from your ass. You giggled as he struggled to get them off entirely between the leather of the flat seat. You lifted yourself up, helping as he removed them. He pulled at your shirt, lifting it higher to expose the skin around your stomach as he leaned into you, gnawing at the skin in short pecks from your navel to your now exposed panties. You grasped at his hair as he claimed you with his warm mouth, suffocating himself into the fabric that covered your mound. 

“Jesus Christ, you’re fucking soaked for me.” He groaned at the taste of your slick pooling into the cotton, pulling your panties to the side. He circled his tongue against your clit, watching you, utterly mesmerised as you whimpered at the sensation. He rolled his thumb against your dripping fold, “this pretty cunt is mine.” 

Vibrations filled your entire being as he nuzzled into your mound, lapping his tongue repeatedly against your slick, his hands lifting your ass to push deeper into you. You tugged at the roots of his blonde hair, drunken moans of his name filling the car park as you struggled to keep quiet. He pulled away, his face glistening from your juices as he smirked at you, caressing his fingers against your pussy. “You want your sweet guy to finish you off?”

Your head fell back at the taunt, “c’mon Jax, don’t- stop-”

He pulled your panties down your ass, exposing your cunt entirely. His tongue stroked you, prodding at your swollen nub, before hesitating again. “Tell me you’re mine.” 

“Fuck, Jax- I’m- yours. I’m only yours.” The words trailed slowly from your gritted teeth, your head swirling from the feeling and the beer. You chased for his mouth, drawing your hips up closer to his face.

“Look at me when you tell me.”

You used all your might to lift your head from the seat, finding his eyes staring into yours, fire blazing within them. You spoke between your sharpened breaths, trying to form a coherent sentence. “I said- I’m yours.”

“I can’t hear you, darlin’. You’re only what?” 

Your head collapsed into the leather seat, cries escaping your lips as you squirmed your hips higher to find his mouth again. “I’m yours- Jax- shit-”

“That’s my pretty girl.” 

He stoked his tongue against your clit, enjoying every moment as you pleaded through your moans for him to take you to your climax. He was revelling in your anguish as he teased at your cunt. He played with your folds again, his fingers caressing the soaking skin. 

“No other man comes near my pussy, isn’t that right?”

You groaned in response, his claim on you sending you further into spiral. “No- no one else.”

His lips reconnected to your cunt, whimpers of desperation pouring from your lips. His fingers finally found your entrance, rewarding you as he slid into your seam, pushing you towards your release. 

He muttered into your mound, “you only cum for me.”

Your body exploded at his instruction, collapsing onto his fingers as they curled against your sweet spot, his mouth soaking in your orgasm. He delighted at your unravelling, his hands travelling your body as he found your breasts, kneading into the soft skin.

“That’s it, pretty girl. Let go for me.” Your thighs shook around his face uncontrollably, squeezing his head into your cunt.

He released his hand from your mound, hovering over you as his lips laid flush against yours. He danced around your mouth, forcing you to taste your slick that covered his tongue. Jax straddled over your hips, holding himself up against the headrest of the seat as his throbbing cock found your entrance. He positioned himself, sliding between the folds, a squeal escaping your throat as he filled you entirely. 

Before he could fuck you senseless, a loud repeated bang was heard against the hood of the car, startling you both.

“Jackie boy! We gotta go!”

Jax collapsed against you, groaning in frustration. If you weren’t so drunk from Jax and the beer, you would’ve been furious. Instead you giggled, amused by the interruption, “Chib’s and his impeccable timing.” He sighed, his head resting against your chest. 

He pulled out from you, as you rushed to put your underwear back in its place. He smirked against your mouth as he kissed you one last time, parting your lips between his, "guess I’ll just have to finish claiming you later.”

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[imaginesmai]

You stared at yourself through the long-standing mirror that had a crack on the left side. The dress was long, but simple, and had a lacey design of sunflowers that matched the bouquet Gemma had chosen for you. The long sleeves made with lace looked elegant and soft, covering your whole arm and finishing right at your wrists. There was no long train, no veil or crown, nothing but the dress that made you feel like a princess.

It didn’t belong to Jax’s room, where last night events were still present. The empty bottles, the cigarettes on the ground, the crumpled sheets on the corner of the bed.

A pair of your panties on the chair.

Last night was wild, but you were much more at ease that right then. In front of the mirror, in your weeding dress, you felt like throwing up.

“You look beautiful” Gemma said from the door. “Are you ready?”

“I look like a flower vase. And I guess I am”

You didn’t look at her as she came closer. She was wearing a black, tight dress that left little to imagination, but that made her look like the queen. Standing in front of his mirror, in his room, the doubts appeared for the first time. Because, what if you were rushing things? What if you were invading his family?

It hadn’t been a rushed decision, months of planning and years of dating, but with Jax it was never easy. You had known each other since you were children, playing in the street with Opie and Thomas. As Piney’s daughter, you had grown in the club, between bikes and guns. And through the years, you had found your home in Jax’s arms, and he had made its way into your heart.

Gemma turned you around until you were looking at her, and she gave you a soft smile. The first tear decided to roll down your cheek, threatening to ruin your make-up. You tried not to think about the past, about your father being killed by Clay or your brother dying in a rotten cell from a cruel beating.

Last year had been heavy on you, on the club. You had delayed the weeding until everything was solved, and you thanked Jax for being so patient. But now, minutes away, you didn’t know if you were ready.

“What’s the matter, baby?” she caught the tear before it could do any damage.

“I don’t know” you said, feeling your chest becoming tight and heavy. “I don’t know”

“It’s okay to feel nervous. You’re about to take a huge step”

“I just – I know the club if my family, Gem, but… I wished they’d be here” you tried to stop the next tear. “They aren’t”

“Oh, Y/N. Come here”

You let yourself fall against her shoulder, careful not to ruin the dress.

There were things that you were certain about, like loving Jax, wanting a life together and doing anything for Abel. But you weren’t sure about many others. The constant beef with other clubs and organizations, your role in Abel’s life, the responsibilities of becoming the wife of the club’s president. Just last night, naked and drunk, Jax and you had dreamt about your shared life from now on, and you would have thought you were invincible.

But you had learnt that good things didn’t match your lifestyle, that you weren’t that lucky.

You didn’t know how much time you spent between Gemma’s arms, just hugging her tightly and waiting for your fears to go away. It was stupid, because you had gone through horrible things together, but somehow marrying felt like the last straw.

Once you were sure you weren’t going to break down, you took a deep breath and broke away.

“You sure you’re ready?” she asked, gripping your forearm.

“Yeah. Just – yeah”

Both of you had decided that you wanted a simple weeding, just the club and a few friends, so the club had been the chosen place. A friend of the club would officiate the wedding, and then, you had rented a catering service for the day. It was simple, and easy, but you couldn’t convince your heart to play along.

You walked down the familiar hallways, now empty, holding onto Gemma’s arm. In silence, you begged yourself to enjoy the day and forget about the past.

When you saw him waiting for you, with white shirt and denim trousers, you felt those worries slipping away.

Jax had been worried that you would change your mind, that something had happened, so he had sent his mother looking for you. After last night, he had left you to get changed and get everything ready with the boys, who didn’t help calm his nerves. What did help was finally seeing you walking towards him, as pretty as a dream.

He had chosen the only shirt he owned, had ironed his trousers and cleaned his sneakers, and he felt like the tramp as you were his lady. No matter how well he cleaned himself or how much effort he put into the details – he would never catch up with you.

Abel, who was holding the wedding rings next to his father, moved around with a nervous laugh.

“She looks beautiful, right?” Jax told him, not tearing his eyes away from you.

After what felt like forever, you finally made it to his side. Gemma took away the bouquet and you leaned for a kick kiss from Abel, who laughed once more before leaving. Everyone got up as the priest started talking, but you only had eyes for each other.

For Jax, it was hard to believe he was actually there, that he deserved it. That you had said yes and were about to become his wife. You stared at his blue eyes as he told you about it without a word, just with his side smile and the utter devotion he looked at you with.

“Not too late to change your mind” he half-joked, holding your hand.

“Same thing” you whispered back, squeezing it. “You sure about this?”

You were sure, and Jax too, but in your line of life, it was hard to believe when things turned out to be good. He had been your anchor through the years, and having a ring on your finger wouldn’t change it or make it better. It was only another step you were willing to take with him, one of many you had yet to take.

The way Jax stared at you while the priest continued with the ceremony cleared any doubt you had about it.

“I love you, darling” he answered after a moment. “I’m not going anywhere”

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[tempestuous-lush]

Crimson & Clover || SOA

chapter four - white balloons

warnings: stripping, unprotected sex, creampies, fingering, squirting, mentions of rape, descriptions of violence, and I think that's it? Jax being protective and sweet.

summary: Things heat up at a Cara Cara party between you and Jax, igniting a whole other host of issues that culminate in something you don't expect from Dave. Again, Tara unknowingly pushes you and Jax even closer together.

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Trouble’s POV

You looked at Naomi, a glint of humor in your eyes, “Bullshit, cousin.”

“Look”- she put out her cigarette with her heel before throwing it into the yard - “you can call bullshit all you want but I’m absolutely fucking telling you, it fucking works. Not all of us are blessed with such clear and flawless skin.” She lovingly tacked on, “ You bitch.”

Both of you started laughing as you sat on your Aunt’s porch. 

Naomi had come by the bar to get you, your Aunt’s treatments taking a second pair of hands. After that you decided to stay for a bit. Naomi was a lot of things but she was still family that you had grown up with during the summers. If anyone knew the shit you went through, it was her. Once your aunt fell asleep the two of you headed outside to smoke a cigarette and shoot the shit. And now? Now she was giving you some bullshit skincare routine that she swore by. It was nice spending time with her, when wasn’t being absolutely disgusting about telling you all about the ins and outs of her sex life. 

Her eyes fell on you when it got quiet. A small smile fell on her lips, “So what’s going on with you and Jax Teller, cousin? Word around town, he’s got a thing for you judging by what happened at Cara Cara.”

“How the fuck do you know about what happened at Cara Cara?”

“Please, someone beats down Tara, someone so untouchable, and walks away? Hanging out at Teller and Morrow is gonna give a bit of insight, honey.”

You closed your eyes and groaned internally until Naomi’s voice snapped your attention back to her, “So, wasn’t it true, what I told you? Isn’t he fucking hu”-

-”Nope! We are not doing that!”

Naomi let out a cackle of a laugh before throwing out there, “Fuck you cousin. Been trying to nail that down for years and you roll into town all fresh faced and badass on your bike and he throws caution to the goddamn wind. The boys always did like you better. So, c’mon then. Out with it. I want it from the source, not from fucking Tig after he gets laid by yours truly.”

“Jesus Christ Naomi. You love a cut a little too much.”

You lit another cigarette as she exclaimed, “Apparently you do too, so fucking spill.”

So, you did. 

You told her how Shiv and Lyla lured you out there on false pretenses, fed you shots until you were proper drunk, and pushed you in the direction of Jax Teller. 

You had run into him, literally. He caught you with his arms finding a home wrapped around your waist before smiling, “Well, if it isn’t trouble. What brings you here, anyway?”

“Shiv and Lyla like to make emergencies”- you turned to look at them, drunkenly raising your voice - “that don’t actually EXIST! Then, when I got here, and prepared to chew them out for wasting my time, they proceeded to fill me with alcohol and then pushed me over here because I refused to talk to you. And now here I am, talking to you. Isn’t that fun?”

Jax rolled his bottom lip into his mouth, biting it to try and smother a bit of laughter at your explanation. His eyes never left you the entire time though. You were too fucking beautiful. Your cheeks were flushed red from the alcohol and the heat, eyes alight with mischief. Not to mention the way you walked in had nearly given him a heart attack. You were wearing your leather riding boots, jean shorts so short your plentiful ass was nearly spilling out the bottom, with a white tank top underneath your leather jacket. He wanted to push those shorts to the side and fuck you on sight. Then, you looked right at him with those fucking eyes and had the nerve to walk in the opposite direction. After he subdued his laughter, Jax looked at you, “Suppose it could be.”

Your eyes were unwavering as you slipped one hand under the hem of his shirt, the other grabbing a fistful of his short blonde hair, “Look at that…I would still have something to grab onto.”

Jax didn’t care at this moment who saw, he took your words as an invitation and leaned down. Your nails bit into the skin of his stomach as he kissed you. Your lips parted with a moan and he hungrily ran his tongue along your bottom lip before moving further to taste you. Your tongue joined his to get a rise out of him. Then, suddenly, a room full of wolf whistles and yelps interrupted both of you. Shiv and Lyla stood off to the side of the room, looking like cats that caught the fucking canary. And you? Suddenly you were feeling shy, heat creeping along your neck as you buried your face in his chest. And Jax? Ever the gentleman he lifted you up and carried you into one of the set rooms for some privacy. 

As he set you down, a wave of confidence washed over you. 

He leaned down to kiss you again and you placed a finger over his lips to stop him. Confusion washed over his face until you gave a playful push against him and nodded to the chair, “Why don’t you sit down, Jax?”

That beautiful smile appeared on his face, “I like the way you sound saying my name like that, trouble.”

You watched as he sat down and looked at you with a hint of confusion, before your hips started swaying to the heavy beat that came from the party, “You know how I met Lyla right?”

Jax wasn’t sure, and he was distracted by the way your hips rolled while you slowly slipped out of your jacket. His mouth felt dry at the sight of you in that white tank top. Your tits fell perfectly beneath them, the cool air causing those nipples to harden against the fabric. Your hands played with your shirt, lifting the fabric for him to get a peek at your tattoos and a bit of toned flesh before letting it fall. Fucking tease. He cleared his throat, “Can’t say I do, trouble. But uh, Lyla isn’t exactly what I want to talk about.”

“Met her working at a strip club, Mr. Vice President.” 

Jax could feel his blood pounding, what you were doing making more sense to him. He shifted in the chair. A smile appeared on your lips and you tilted your head, “Like what you see, sir?”

“Fucking hell, trouble.”

A look of satisfaction rolled over your face as you spotted his knuckles turning white as he clung to the arm rests of the chair. You had him right where you wanted him and both of you knew it. You held the power. A look of awe mixed with hunger came over Jax’s face as you lifted your leg and pressed your heel into his chest, “Now be a good boy, and stay right here for me.”

“Wouldn’t dream of going anywhere else right now, trouble.” His eyes watched as you removed your booted foot from his chest, a breath rushing into him as you began to move again. He faintly recognized the song playing from the other room but fuck he didn’t care. Jax swallowed as you came closer to him, his dick straining already and you hadn’t so much as fucking touched him. You looked like a whole fucking dream come to life. 

Your eyes looked over him, lingering at the obvious arousal between his legs. A wicked smile made its way to your face. Try as you might, you couldn’t look away.  Jax groaned at the realization, “Like what you see, trouble? Come a little closer and you’ll like it a whole lot more.”

A laugh escaped you at his words but you regained your composure quickly, a smile lingering on his lips at your reaction. He watched as you slowly straddled him and a guttural sound slipped out as you rolled your hips again, dragging your weight ever so slightly against him. You leaned into him, Jax relishing in the way your body felt pressed against his, just to whisper in his ear, “I think you like what you see a whole lot more, Jax.”

His retort died in his mouth as you began rocking your hips the same time your teeth dragged along his neck before you bit down into his skin, your tongue running over the same patch of freshly bitten flesh right after. The action caused his hips to drive up almost involuntarily. A moan escaped your lips and sounded perfect to his ears. You sat back up and continued teasing him, satisfied at how his eyes were hooded with lust. You took his hand and drew the tips of his middle and ring finger into your mouth. You continued moving on him as your tongue and mouth slowly took his fingers to show what a good girl you could be. Then you took those wet fingers of his and dragged them down your chin, across the expanse of your neck, along your collarbone and to the edge of your tank top. It was then that something snapped in Jax. His self control. 

Jax yanked at the tank top so that cool air washed over your tits and hungrily he leaned in to take one into his mouth, his tongue working your nipple as his other hand roughly played with the other. Your back arched, pressing you into him more as your hands found his hair and grabbed harshly at the roots. A surge of arousal escaped you as hung onto him, his mouth working to devour you. 

Right around the same time, Tara had showed up at Cara Cara. She had found out about the wrap party by happenstance and wasn’t invited but it didn’t matter. All the guys looked in her direction and Opie walked over, “Tara what are you doing here?”

Tara came to a stop and looked at Opie, “Trying to find Jax, Ope. You see him anywhere?”

“Yeah, but”- he looked away from her and clicked his tongue against his teeth -“no place you probably want to see him, Tara. C’mon, why are you here? Last he mentioned, the two of you weren’t together.”

That set a fuse within Tara. She pushed against him and turned to look around. There were only so many rooms and only one of them was closed. She walked over and cracked the door just a bit to peer inside. Then, her eyes landed on the two of you. An anger swelled up inside of her as she saw Jax meeting your every movement, curses of pleasure coming out of his mouth against your chest as you held onto him with your life. She backed away from the door as she heard Jax grunt out, “God I’ve wanted you so bad, trouble, since the second I saw you.”

A strangled cry of pleasure ripped from him and you silenced him with your mouth as his hands gripped your thighs hard, “Went home and jacked off to the thought of you first day.”

Tara turned and saw Shiv and Lyla off to the side, talking to each other and laughing up a storm. She stormed over and cleared her throat. Shiv’s eyes landed on her without a care. Lyla though? She looked confused as to why Tara was here and asked, “Can I help you?”

Tara grimaced, “Is it your slutty ass friend in there all over Jax?”

“Excuse me?” Lyla looked like she had been slapped.

Shiv though? A look of anger crossed her face. 

Meanwhile, oblivious to what was happening, Jax’s hands undid the buttons of your shorts. You tilted your hips to give him better access as he slid down the zipper and his fingers pushed against the wetness of your arousal before sinking into you. A cry escaped you as Jax bit the exposed flesh beneath your clavicle, dragging his tongue along the delicate bone. A look of adoration grew on his face as you began to ride his fingers, his voice gruff, “Gonna feel s’good wrapped around my cock soon, aren’t you trouble?”

As soon as you nodded, he took his hand away and left you feeling achingly empty. He lifted you up though and carried you with hands wrapped around your legs. Roughly, you slammed into the wall and he used the positioning to unbutton his pants and pull them down just enough to free himself before using his hand to pull those shorts to the side. He lined up with you and held you there, the wetness of your arousal teasing him and the feel of him barely prodding driving you crazy. His eyes locked with yours, “You sure you want this?”

Your eyes were wild before you kissed him and nodded, “M’sure, Jax. Please. I- I need this.”

And then, just as he was about to thrust into you, claim what he wanted for so long, Chibs burst through the door without realizing and blurted out, “Jackie boy, we n”- his eyes landed on the two of you and immediately pulled away - “fucking christ, sorry. Believe me, I would ne’er dream of interruptin’, but it’s Tara, Jackie boy and Shiv is ou’ there and you gotta get Tara out o’ here before we’re hidin’ a body.”

Jax nearly growled into your neck, “Fucking hell. Of course.”

While you were flustered for a variety of reasons at this point, you couldn’t help but laugh a little bit. Especially noticing the awkward state Chibs found himself in when you dared to peek over Jax’s shoulder. You swallowed the sound and said teasingly, “He’ll be out in a second, Chibs.”

“Right. Course.”

As the sound of the door shutting hit both of you, Jax let you down and was quick to tuck himself into his jeans and zip up. Meanwhile, you were still pulling yourself together as he bolted out of the door. You walked out hugging your leather jacket to your frame and watched as Jax pulled on Tara’s arm, clearly trying to get her to go to the door and get her out of there. That was when Tara’s eyes landed on you. She yanked her arm free from Jax and quickly found herself in front of you, “I don’t know what kind of claim you think you have, but after he has his way with you like the whore y”-

Silence. That’s what washed over the room. The music turned down. Anyone who was still talking very quickly hushed. You didn’t slap Tara. You didn’t push her. No. You were someone who held your own and no one, NO ONE, would dare disrespect you like that. Especially not directly to your face. Tara caught a right hook. Clearly she wasn’t expecting that. Her hand cradled her nose as she gasped in pain. You flexed your fist and looked at her, “I don’t know what set of balls you think you have, but after I have my way with you, there won’t be any left. Now, why won’t you let everyone see your  pretty new face?”

As if trying to prove something, Tara’s eyes grew steely and her hand lowered for the blood to run down her chin. She spoke up, “Think you’re so fucking tough, don’t you?”

“No, I just like to think I know my worth. And a bitch when I see one.”

There was one sound. Laughter. Your eyes very quickly landed on Shiv, who looked positively gleeful. Jax pulled on Tara’s arm, “Come on Tara, you should get out of here.”

Suddenly, you also wanted to get out of there. You walked behind them, your keys for your bike in hand, suddenly feeling more clear headed than you had in some time. You were still walking behind them even outside. The gravel crunched under your boots. Then, they came to a slow stop in front of you. Jax groaned, “Tara, c’mon. You gotta go home. You’re not wanted here.”

A brief look of anger flashed across her face. She looked over her shoulder at you. Then she feigned dizziness and stumbled backwards, into your bike. Your bike was something you loved. It had custom parts, and was modified by Flint. He’d given it to you four years ago. You watched as it fell over, a crunch being heard from the side that hit the ground. That bike was your pride and joy and seeing her do that, you snapped. 

Jax’s voice sounded aggravated as he simply exclaimed, “Tara, seriously?”

She didn’t get a chance to defend herself though as you slammed your body into hers and took her down to the ground. The surprise of it allowed you to get her on back, your weight on her torso pinning her down. Next thing anyone knew you were throwing a punch at  her face. Then another. Tara’s hands frantically reached for anything that could help her. She tried to hit you in the ribs, and your response was to pin your knees further up to lessen the movement of her arms. You landed another punch.

Jax had gone back inside to grab help. The next thing you knew, two strong arms wrapped around your waist and pulled as you went to take another swing. Juice was holding you, tightening his grip as you tried to pull away more. It didn’t escape anyone’s notice from the people who followed. You were relatively untouched. Tara though, when Jax helped her up both eyes were beginning to swell shut and she had a busted lip to match her busted nose. You struggled to break free. Instead, you tried to cool off. 

Jax guided Tara to her car and you heard her speak up, “I can hardly see, Jax. Could you drive me home?”

“Yeah Tara, I got you. C’mon.”

…a strange anger welled up inside of you. You knew, just like he knew, he could get a prospect to send her home. He was choosing her in this moment. You thought of what she hadn’t quite got the chance to say. Once he had his way with you, he’d go back to her.It bothered you for more reasons than you wanted to admit. 

At that moment Juice had made the mistake of letting you go, thinking you’d cooled off. 

Instead you took that moment to head in the direction of Jax and Tara and Juice barely caught you in time and Tara turned around to look at you, and you spit at her feet, flipping both Tara and Jax off. You pushed Juice off of you and went over to your bike, the smaller pieces that broke falling off as you pulled it up. Cranking the engine, you sped out of the place, throwing up bits of gravel at them. 

“Anyway, that’s what happened Naomi. Hope it lived up to your expectations.” You finished your cigarette and added it to the butt pile on the corner of the porch.

“Well that explains it then.”

You stood slowly and eyed her, “Explains what?”

“Oh”- a throaty smoker's laugh escaped her -“all the guys are calling you million dollar baby at the clubhouse right now. Definitely fitting, now that I know the full story. So, has Jax called you yet?”

“Not exactly.”

“Maybe I still have a shot then.”

“Yeah, maybe you do, Naomi.”

 “So, if not exactly, what happened?”

You rocked on your heels, a look of guilt washing over your face. Naomi’s eyes squinted at you, “What did he do? What did you do? You know what” - she held her hands up - “not my idiots, not my circus.”

“I don’t think that’s how the saying goes, Naomi.” You couldn’t help but laugh as you looked at her, pissed off at you it appeared. You scoffed before laughing, “C’mon, you’ve been constantly talking to me about his dick, and you really don’t want to know what happened next?”

She looked at you near begrudgingly before groaning, “Obviously.”

Sitting back in your seat, you cleared your throat, “He showed up later that night, banged on my door till I opened up.”

You were sleeping heavily. The toll of the night hit after your shower, your bed beckoning you. Falling into it, you stood no chance. The sound of his fist on the door jolted you from sleep. As you jumped up, your hand grabbed at the gun you slept with next to your bed. Once you looked around your room and came to your senses, you realized someone woke you up. Someone banging on your door. And then you heard it. Jax’s voice outside “Trouble! C’mon beautiful, open up, yeah? M’sorry about earlier. Just wanted to get her out of there.”

Ignoring him, you burrowed back into bed. 

Another loud series of knocks, and then Sunshine started barking downstairs. That was when your shoulders tensed and you let out a muffled scream of frustration into your pillow before throwing those blankets back and headed downstairs with your gun in hand. You yanked the door open and pushed yourself out some so he’d know, he wasn’t welcome to come inside. Jax’s eyes danced over you and when they came back to your face, he smiled, “Sorry ‘bout waking you, gorgeous. Though, greeting me looking like that, gun or not, and I’m gonna have to keep doing it.”

“Fuck off, Jax. Think you can just waltz over here after bringing Tara home? Did you come to, what was it she said again? Have your way with me like the whore I am? I imagine the two of you have a lot of…disagreements over your sleeping arrangements. Is that why you brought her home? So you could fuck her, let her feel special, and then come over here?”

“What?” The look of anger that crossed his face was brief before it was replaced by confusion, “Why wou”-

“Then tell me something, Jax. WHY did you have to bring her home? She drove herself there. She hadn’t been drinking. I’m pretty sure it was made clear she wasn’t wanted there. If she had kept it up, could have easily kept her outside and away from everyone. Meanwhile, you didn’t think twice about letting me get on my bike and speeding home after I’d knocked ‘em back. And where the hell were you if all you did was drop her off at home? It’s literally been hours since everything happened. Or were”-

Your name fell from his lips and you held up your hand before continuing, “I wasn’t done, Jax. So. Where was I? Oh, right. Or were you just so pent up after everything that you had to go have a few drinks of your own and fuck some crow eater hag before FINALLY showing up here? And for what? To check on me? Because we sure as hell are not finishing what we started. Now that I’ve sobered up, I can see that would have been a huge fucking mistake. So, what? What do you want from me?”

Jax’s eyes lingered on your face, glancing from your eyes to your lips and so badly wanting to be able to redo everything that had transpired tonight. It was stupid of him to leave with Tara. But he didn’t trust Tara to leave on her own and not cause more issues. Your question echoed in his ears. What did he want from you? The alcohol in his system let him answer honestly before he could overthink it. So, the first thing that poured from his lips took you off guard. Jax sighed, “Everything. You’re all I think about.”

That was not what you expected, and he could tell. Your lips parted, but a response didn’t form. Instead, you eyed him suspiciously until finally you asked, “Why?”

“There’s something about you that just draws me in and won’t let me go.”

The two of you stood there, the air charged between you. You wouldn’t admit it, but you felt the same way when it came to him. 

He broke the spell first and pulled at your arm to bring you to him. The silk of your button up pajama top felt as soft as your skin beneath his rough hands. A gasp escaped you as he pulled at the top and the buttons could be heard bouncing on the wood of the front porch. That was all you needed. Your hands eagerly pushed off his cut and the warmth of his hands grazed across your waist before he pulled you up and carried you inside, the door shutting behind him. 

Jax placed you on the ground and you frantically pulled off the ruined top of your pajamas and began walking backwards towards the stairs as your hands undid his belt before sliding it off, letting it clatter to the ground. The two of you moved in a frenzy, hands hungry for the other. You pushed up at the hem of his sweatshirt and shirt, and he moved to help you by pulling them over his head. While he did that, you unzipped his jeans and after throwing his sweatshirt and shirt to the ground he pushed them down and stepped out of them, kicking his shoes off at the same time. You turned to lead him up the stairs and Jax stopped you, “Not so fast, trouble.”

He kneeled before you and slowly began pulling your shorts down, his lips falling on your hip and taking a playful bite that made you yelp before his tongue replaced his teeth. As he lowered your shorts his tongue followed until you had him where you desperately needed him. He groaned against you as you carefully stepped out of the shorts he had gotten to your feet. The tips of his fingers followed up the curves of your legs until he gripped your hips to guide you back, taking a moment to pause and say, “Sit on the stairs for me, and spread those legs, yeah? I wanna see you.”

You climbed up the stairs until you were maybe halfway up and sat down. Just like he asked, you spread your legs. A smile graced your face as you dragged your fingertips across your skin, over your nipple, down your stomach, until you sunk two of your fingers inside of your bared pussy. Jax slowly walked up the steps stroking himself. The sound of your wetness was unmistakable as you lazily fingered yourself, lost in the sensations. Your head rolled back and a moan escaped you. 

Jax dropped on the stairs before you and lightly pulled at your wrist, brought your fingers to his mouth and sucked them clean as his other hand moved to replace yours. His middle finger alone felt so much better than anything you could provide yourself. His finger crooked and hit that delicious spot as his thumb grazed your clit, his mouth releasing your fingers and instead bending to take one of your nipples and sucking hard. Your arousal spiked as you cried out incoherently for him, “S’so g- fucking h- don’t s”- he slipped a second finger inside of you at that moment and began moving them fast and hard - “FUCK!”

You came so fast, and Jax pulled back to watch the effect he had on you. You made a mess of the step beneath you and him, squirting as you cried out for god. 

Your body was shaking and you were still coming down from your high as he lined himself up and finally, he rocked into you, burying himself to the hilt. 

Both of you cried out in tandem, “Fuck me!”

He stilled and looked at you, a curious smile on his face as you tried to hold back a laugh at the scenario until you had a giggle escape and you muttered, “Jinx.”

“Tell me”- a laugh escaping him as his right hand reached down and pulled on your leg until it was bent back and pinned at the knee to the step above you, his left hand doing the same with your other leg so that you were wide open for him and he slipped just a little deeper inside of you - “what do I owe you?”

As if to remind you, he rocked his hips slightly and before you could think you moaned out, “Everything.”

The laughter died as he leaned down to kiss you before answering, “That I can do.”

Just like that, he started driving into you on the stairs while pinning your legs back. The two of you fell into a symphony of moans as you got lost in the pleasure. Jax was somehow hitting the perfect spot and it didn’t take you long to cum again, nails clawing into the muscle of his arms, squeezing him as you did and taking him off guard. His hips stuttered and you felt him thrust into you, burying himself as he came. His warmth spread through you and he let go of your legs slowly. Jax stayed inside of you and he kissed the side of your neck before whispering, “Sorry, I didn’t think to ask if I”-

“It’s okay.”

Naomi’s voice interrupted you, “Okay first of all, fuck you. Second of all, hell yes cousin. It’s about time you got physical with someone. Lord knows you deserve it.”

You glanced down at your phone to absentmindedly check the time. A small smile appeared on your face as you noticed the time. Clearing your throat, your smile disappeared as you checked your phone and looked at Naomi, “Think you could bring me home, Naomi?”

Naomi stood up and fished her keys from her back pocket, “Sure.”

Jax’s POV

This charity run Clay was using as a cover for running guns was taking way more time than it should have, thanks to a rather unfortunate series of events.

It all started to go to shit when Bobby’s ancient bike that belonged in a scrapyard caused Tig to run off the road. Suddenly there were less people on the charity run. It didn’t sit right with Jax. After all, the more hands they had on this, the better. Next thing Jax knew, Tig got picked up by bounty hunters at the fucking hospital. Idiot had a $40,000 skipped bond for indecent exposure in a livestock pen. Jax wasn’t normally one to judge, but fucking hell. 

Then, Clay disagreed with him, again, on how to go about getting Tig back. It was simple and fast. Jax knew his solution was the right one. So, as far as Jax was concerned, it was an “ask for permission and forgiveness in hell”, and do what he knew was right. 

Besides, he was ready to get back to you. The sooner he could do that, the sooner he’d be satisfied. As if you knew what he was thinking, his phone pinged with a text message. You know, sunshine, I might forget what you look like and then what?

A smile formed on his face. Guess I’ll have to remind you that it's me. See you soon.

It was then that he leapt on the truck and went with Piney, Half-Sack, Chibs and Happy to go get Tig back, more or less flipping Clay off on the way out. As far as he was concerned, Clay was poison. He’d just found out not too long ago that it was Clay that caused Donna’s death, and that the bullet was meant for Opie. 

He thought of you again. You were a bright spot on an otherwise bleak horizon. But something in him made him think if he had you in his life, the rest could work itself out. Hell, he might even try to talk to you about what was going on. Lord only knows what you dealt with working with the devil backs. You might have insight. 

Getting Tig back was easy, and the right call. Turns out they were gonna have him far out of state lines sooner rather than later. Jax enjoyed letting Clay know as much. The rest of the charity run went smoothly. They got in and held a bike rally. Jax pulled out his phone and texted you. At a bike rally. You home?

A smile appeared on his face when you texted back, fast. Helping Naomi with aunt. Let me know when rally is done? I can be home.

Absolutely.

He tucked his phone away and looked around, deciding on a bottle of jack and heading off with it. He wasn’t interested in anything the bike rally had to offer. Crow eaters and whatever the hell else they brought with them. 

Nah. Since he’d had a taste of you, the idea of anything else - anyone else - felt wrong. He’d make sure to tell you sooner rather than later, too. 

He went to light a cigarette when Clay appeared. Jax didn’t speak first. No, it was Clay. As usual, Clay started and made sure to finish the conversation. Clay questioned why Jax would undermine him, where he was trying to go with that. Everything in Jax wanted to tell him the truth. Jax wanted to test the strength Clay held, get him pushed out of the club. Maybe work on getting Chibs in as president. Jax didn’t want it. No. Having Abel made him want something else entirely. And meeting you?: He knew he hadn’t known you for long in the grand scheme. But fucking hell he found himself picturing that something else entirely with you. 

Instead, Jax skirted around the truth. Let Clay known he couldn’t get behind the fact that he tried to have Opie killed, fucked up and had Donna killed instead. Not someone in the club, but an old lady. Someone who should be untouchable. And how did Clay react? Clay threatened to kill him if he ever brought it up again. Something in Jax became unhinged at those words. All this time, he wondered how Clay could do it. Seems like it wasn’t that fucking difficult. 

Yeah. Clay needed to go. 

And Jax really didn’t need or want to be here in the slightest now. 

I’m leaving. Take your time. I can wait.

He’d always wait for you. A part of him thought that should scare him, but a larger part was relieved that he didn’t find himself scared at all. He headed to his bike and cranked it, ignoring Chibs and Tig calling out his name to come over. You were more important. 

The whole time he was riding to your place, his thoughts ran over your last time together. Again it had been too brief. He wanted nothing more than to fall asleep next to you and wake up to that smile. This time would be different. He’d take his time and then pull you to him, holding you until you fell asleep. His hand would run along that spot on your back that had the softest curve to it, until finally the rhythm would lure him to sleep. 

He was still a little ways out when he spotted the first sign something was wrong. A thick column of smoke blacked out the stars in the sky, moonlight showing the angry swirling pattern against the sky. Jax sped up and came around the curve in the road and saw it. Your bar was ablaze. Fire was climbing along the wooden frame. It was engulfed. 

Then he spotted your bike, tucked into the space created for it beneath the awning. 

His heart fell as he got off his own bike and looked around, frantically hoping to catch a glimpse of you, your name falling from his lips as he shouted it at the top of his lungs. Then, Jax looked at the door, the windows. They were boarded over. And he heard it. The sounds of Sunshine barking, whining. The sound of the flames almost drowned her out. It sounded like she was on the first floor. If she was, maybe you’d managed to get down there as well. 

Jax ran around the building, finding the side the least burnt. It was all windows, but it would have to do. He thanked god that he was wearing gloves. Perhaps he’d have some sort of heat resistance. He grimaced and pulled at one of the beams. Luckily, the fire hadn’t quite reached them so they were still cool to the touch. Yet, it had eaten some at the wood beneath, so they came off with ease. As Jax pulled the final one off, he used it to break the glass pane to reach in and unlock the window, pushing it up. 

He called your name through the roar of the fire. Nothing. 

Jax wasn’t going to lose you like this. 

He ripped a strip of his flannel and tied it over his nose and mouth for some sort of filter before leaping into the heat. Realizing he didn’t have a lot of time, he moved quickly. He called out again for you. And again. And each time you didn’t answer he felt his chest growing heavier until finally he made his way to the front and found Sunshine. He couldn’t leave her here. Scooping her up, he moved faster to the window he came out of, just to realize that path wasn’t available to him anymore. The fire had caused a collapse in the hallway. 

A cough racked his body as he inhaled smoke. 

Circling back to the front, he thought of how easy those beams had given way that had been nailed in place. Jax eyed the front door. If he moved fast, he should be able to get out. But that was if the door gave way. He looked down at Sunshine and muttered, “We get out of this, I’m giving you all the bacon you want yeah?”

Jax took off and curved his shoulder down for extra impact. 

The wood splintered and gave way and Jax stumbled off the porch until he finally slowed. He let the dog down before turning back around to go inside, just to watch part of it crash into the ground. He was trying to think of what he could possibly do when headlights came speeding down the road to him, and he saw you get out of the passenger side, calling out his name. Everything inside of him seemed to instantly begin working again. He pulled that strip of fabric off his face as he ran over to you and engulfed you in a hug. 

You pushed away and tried to ask for answers, “Jax, what hap”-

Jax cut you off, kissing you with everything he could muster. The emotion behind it, you couldn’t help but reciprocate. It wasn’t for a few moments, and until after Naomi took her cell out to call the fire department, that Jax relented, satisfied that you were here. 

You were safe. 

It was then that he realized, perhaps his feelings for you did scare him. 

What he just felt- he never wanted to feel it again.

Trouble’s POV

You were tired, sitting with Jax on the hood of Naomi’s car as the two of you watched the firefighters working to put out the flames. After a certain point, the building collapsed entirely and you sniffled. Jax held you closer as you confessed, “My bike…Flint had it customized for me. Now it’s…”

Jax felt your shoulders begin to tremble. 

You wiped your eyes furiously, “And I could have been in there. I”- 

That was when you realized the truth. The doors and windows were boarded. They found the fucking nail gun. It would have been quick. You should have been in there. Naomi came by and picked you up unplanned to help her out. You’d have been asleep. Your bike was there. He would have thought you were there. You jumped up and paced back and forth before you stated coldly, “I’m gonna kill him.”

That caught Jax’s attention and he stood up and took hold of your chin, tugging up for you to look at him, “Who? Do you know who did this, trouble?”

Images flashed through your mind. Every time you thought of him, you remembered it so vividly. You remember the way your car broke down. How he happened to drive by and pull over. How you were stupid enough to take his help. You were only seventeen. You remembered how he dumped you on the side of the road like trash when he was done with you. It was absolutely fair what you had done to him in return. You should have done more. And he tried to kill you tonight. When you blinked the tears threatened to spill and so you wiped your eyes before nodding, “Y-yes. I know who did this. Same bastard that raped me when I was seventeen. Followed him here when he skipped town. Threatened him at the fundraiser thing we met at. It has to be him.”

Jax was trying so hard to listen. Truly, he was. However, his anger was taking over. All he saw was red. Someone hurt you. Doesn’t matter how long ago it was. He would make them pay. A pound of flesh for every year that passed. Jax interrupted you, “His name, what is it?”

“Jax, I don’t want to talk about him. I just. I want to sleep. I’m so tired. And now I have nowhere to go. Can you just, can you bring me to the motel in town? Otherwise Naomi will drag me back to her place and I can’t sleep there.”

Those blue eyes fell on you and his features softened. He pulled you in for a hug. You inhaled the scent of leather and fire and cigarette lingering on him. Kissing the top of your head, Jax spoke up, “You have a place to go. You’re coming home with me. And before you say n”-

“Okay.” Your answer was so muffled Jax thought he misunderstood before you nodded your head into his chest. 

He gently threaded his hands in your hair before pulling back to see you, “Yeah?”

“Yeah, Jax. But only if Sunshine can stay there, too.”

He smiled at you, “Fine by me. It’ll make it easier to pay her the pack of bacon I owe her.” You looked at him, perplexed, before your face became more serious as he added on, “Besides, we have some things to talk about, trouble. Including the name of the asshole that did this. And whatever else he did to you. You might kill him. But me? I am going to break him. For everything he has even thought of doing to you. And then some.”

You weren’t used to people being so protective of you, aside from Flint. And this?

This was different. 

Emotions were running rampant through your body and your first instinct was to pull him to you and kiss him deeply. Jax’s fists tightened, pulling your hair slightly and causing you to moan against his mouth. It wasn’t until Naomi cleared her throat that you broke apart. Jax growled out, “Naomi I swear, interrupt again…”

“Jesus Jax, cops are here to talk to her.” Naomi looked over at you and smiled softly, “Come on, sooner you start, sooner it is over with yeah? Then we can get you to my place and get you some sleep.”

Your hands shakily lit a cigarette before you nodded and responded, “Yeah…okay. But I’m not going back to your place. Gonna stay at his.” You inhaled the nicotine and walked in the direction of the cops, patting Jax’s chest as you left the two of them there. What you didn’t see was the way Naomi looked at Jax, or the smug ass smile he gave her in return. 

The cops asked you the basic questions, including if this could have been MC related considering your ties. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at that. You wouldn’t tell them the truth though, that you knew what happened and who was responsible. They circled back around to MC ties and you threw your hands up in surrender, “Gentlemen, I’m tired. I wanna get some sleep. Can I answer your questions in the morning? Please?” You watched their resolve waver as you added on, “It’s fucking late. The building is burned down and no one is dead. Nothing is going to change about that in the next twenty four hours.”

Though, if you had your way, that wouldn’t stay true. 

Naomi had Sunshine in her vehicle, and Jax was straddling his bike. You made your decision and got on the back of his bike, not missing Jax mumbling ‘good girl’ as he cranked the engine to life. 

By the time he pulled up in his driveway, you were tired and exhausted. The adrenaline of the night was catching up to you. Naomi pulled in the driveway behind and as you got off the bike, Sunshine was already at your heels. At her bark, you looked at Jax, nervous, “Is Abel here?”

“Nah, he’s with his grandma tonight. Will be till tomorrow morning since we had the party tonight after the charity run. So, let’s get both of you settled in. Have a good night, Naomi.” Jax’s hand was on your back and leading you to the door and you could hear the humor in Naomi’s voice, “You two have a good night as well. And Jax”- he voice wavered -”keep her safe, yeah?”

Oh that is exactly what he planned to do. 

He got you inside and laughed as Sunshine ran straight to Abel’s room of all things, curled up at the side of the crib and seemingly tucked in for the night. You smiled softly at the idea of Sunshine keeping watch over Abel, the smile faltering as you realized what you were thinking about. Jax opened another door and before you was his bedroom. A wave of exhaustion rolled over you as you saw his bed. You wanted to crawl into it so badly. But, you felt Jax pulling at the hem of your clothes and you sighed, “Jax, please. I’m so tired. Can I just get in your bed?”

“C’mon trouble…you’d sleep so much better cleaned up and in fresh clothes.”

You protested weakly until he pulled your pants down and helped you step out of them, immediately scooping you up and eliciting a yelp of surprise before he brought you to the bathroom. Your eyes stayed trained on him as he started the shower and let the water warm up while he looked at you. Without hesitation, he pulled off his clothes and kicked the pile to the side before smiling, his eyes taking you in, “I could get used to this. C’mon. Let’s get you ready for bed.”

As you stepped in the shower, the warm water enveloped you and you felt your body immediately relax. Jax stepped in behind you and quickly moved to grab his shampoo before working it into your scalp. A tired moan escaped you as Jax continued his movements, rinsing your hair clean after and then working on soaping up your body. As he did, he slyly pulled your back to his front and rested his lips on your neck as his hands roamed your body. It wasn’t until he got to your hips that his movement stopped. His fingers ran over a wicked scar beneath your tattoo and spoke softly, “What’s this from? Who did this to you?”

You let out a shaky exhale as you answered, “After he…had his fun…he said he’d leave me a gift, mark me so that I’d always remember him. I lost a lot of blood when they found me.”

His fingers gripped hard into your flesh before he released and ran his hand lower, continuing to clean the day from your skin. He kissed your neck as his hand slipped between your legs, the same time his heavy cock pushed against your leg. You let out a moan as you instinctively rocked against his hand, voice airy as you spoke up, “Jax, I need you. Please. Make me forget about it, if only for the moment.”

Jax turned you around and moved quick to satify your request. 

He pulled both of your legs up and pressed your back against the cold shower tiles as he buried himself inside the warmth of you. You cried out from the sudden fullness. 

He couldn’t help but moan, “So ready for me.” 

Jax started fucking you senselessly as he leaned his head down to suck and bite on your shoulder, your clavicle, and then sucking hard on your nipple. The entire time he didn’t stop his pace, hips snapping up as his cock hit that same perfect spot. In fact, it was the overwhelming sense of it that caused your body to come crashing down as you came. Jax didn’t let up, either. Instead, the nipple he was working with his tongue, he sucked hard again before biting the swell of cleavage. Again he fell on your neck with his mouth. He would mark you to remind you he was there, even in the light of morning. He could tell, too, you were close to a second orgasm. 

Shifting, he pulled you closer to his torso and wrapped his arms tightly around you, picking up speed as he more or less brought you down on his cock and he thrust up towards you. And soon, you came once more. This time though, your nails bit into his back and drew blood. The shock mixed with you cumming on his cock had his thrusts growing more erratic as he fucked you through your orgasm, filling you with his own cum as you came down. 

He held you there for some time before you spoke up, “Jax” - your voice dropped to a whisper - “thank you.” 

You could hear that sly smirk, "Oh, you don't have to thank me trouble. I should be thanking you."

Suddenly, he enjoyed the idea of you falling asleep on him while that pussy of yours was still full. He reached down and turned off the water before carrying you into his room, cock still resting right where it belonged, before putting you in his bed and regretfully pulling out, quickly drying you both off. Next, he pulled an old son shirt from his dresser and handed it to you before pulling on a pair of sleep pants. 

Pulling the covers back, he pulled you towards him and tried to get you comfortable.

You fell into place and hummed against his skin, your hand tracing an invisible pattern. Jax kissed the top of your head and spoke softly, “C’mon, trouble. Give me a name. Who did this, beautiful?”

In your brain fogged state you mumbled, “Dave Ludo.”

He waited till you fell asleep, judging if you were by the soft breaths falling in rhythm on his chest. Then, he picked up his phone from the bedside table and texted Chibs. Find a guy named Dave Ludo. Bring him back to the club. Leave him alive. I want him.

It only took a few minutes for Chibs to text back. Can I get shiv on it?

Jax thought of his friend, and knew how good she was at hunting someone down. He texted back. Absolutely man, just make sure she keeps her knives to herself.

What’s this about?

Trouble. He hurt her.

Chibs didn’t text back for a moment. Jax assumed he was talking to Shiv. Sure enough, Chibs texted back. We’re both on it, brother. Let you know when we got him.

Jax flipped the lamp off and settled in, surprised at how much comfort he found in you laying on him. He fell asleep with an ease he wasn’t familiar with. 

Meanwhile, Tara was at the hospital working her shift. She felt her phone vibrate. She’d been nervous all night. She told Dave this was the best night to try something. Jax was going on a charity run. You were closed tonight. You’d be by yourself most likely. She felt a sigh of relief mixed with a streak of guilt when she saw the message on her phone. It’s done. The bitch is dead.

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Happy for 2 and 13. Angst turned fluff. Our Killa doesn't always realize he deserves good things too.

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You are speaking the truth! He does not at all and we will fix that one story at a time!

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Over?

Happy had been dreading this conversation all week. Being on a week long run had given him the excuse he needed to put distance between the two of you. Allowed him to rebuild those walls he had been letting your chip away at the last few months. Tonight he was going to destroy the relationship you two had in order to keep you from meeting an early grave.

His lifestyle and past were too dangerous. Demons chased him and he couldn't think of you getting caught by one. His sins were not yours to atone for. The club shit lately was getting darker and darker. The last straw for him was what happened to Tara a couple of weeks ago. He had been haunted by the image of it being you. You in a pool of cold blood with eyes glassy and fixed on nothing. The sound of Juice's voice pulled him from his well of sorrows.

"Hap! Your girls here" called Juice as he saw you walk in. Happy had asked him to keep an eye out for you so that he could do this quick before you got to far into the clubhouse. The smile and wave you shot him was like a punch to the gut as he slammed his beer down and made his way too you. Grabbing your arm roughly he pulled you out the door behind him making you stumble as you tried to keep up.

"Happy? Whats wrong?" you questioned worry obvious in your expression as he turned to you. Happy had to ground himself as his resolve weakened at the concern in your voice. Giving himself a shake mentally he reminded himself this was what was best for you.

"We are over and you're not welcome here anymore" stated Happy firmly his face expressionless. "What? Why?" you struggled to get out as tears spilled down your cheeks. Happy shut his eyes and his voice shook slightly as he spoke again. "I'm not the right man for you. Life I lead isn't built for you and I don't deserve the sunshine that is you. So were done. Leave" replied Happy trying to be harsh at the end.

You were silent for a couple of minutes as you considered how wrong the stoic man in front of you was. Happy readied himself for the swift sting of a slap as he felt your arm move under his loose grip. The softness of your skin as you caressed his cheek had him opening his eyes. "Here I thought you were one of those smart bikers" you murmured as his eyes met yours. "Didn't even check me for a weapon before trying to break my heart" you chided giving him a soft smile.

"I can protect myself" he grunted as he grabbed your hand that was on his cheek. "Please go" he added quietly. "No. I don't accept your break up Happy. You're scared. Shit has been crazy I get it but that doesn't mean you get to push me away. " you stated defiantly eyes ablaze with passion as you spoke.

"I promise you Happy, you are the right man for me. " you added before leaning up on your tip toes to kiss his nose. "I love you. You're perfect in my eyes and need to stop being so damn hard on yourself. Just because you do....questionable things doesn't mean you don't deserve sunshine, rainbows and nose kisses" you soothed as you pulled him into a hug.

Happy sighed as he let you wrap yourself around him. "Guess I'm stuck with you" he rasped knowing you had won. "I can't wait to tell your momma how you tried to dump me when we go over to her house for dinner tomorrow night." you chuckled into his chest. "I'll have to check her for a weapon first" laughed Happy. His momma didn't play when it came to you.

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[darklydeliciousdesires]

Hello!!! For your 7k Celebration can I please have Jax Teller and prompt number 5!! Thank you and congratulations, well done and very well deserved 🥰😍😘

Hey you! Of course, you can :D

Slight smut leaning below the cut, minors DNI.

Some give out the orders, and some take. Rarely do the two ever reverse.

Well, sometimes they do, when the person who usually gives is fed up of being the shot caller in life.

"Take off your clothes and lie back on the bed. I want to know what you taste like all over. "

His mouth tilts into a smug grin. "That so, darlin'?"

You nod, biting your lip as you watch him strip, every chiselled muscle, every tattoo painted upon the alabaster canvas of his sublime body being revealed to you, Jax laying back on the bed with an expectant expression. "Well? What are you waiting for? Get your ass over here. As soon as you're done, believe me, sweetheart. My mouth ain't gonna stop exploring until I know what every last inch of you tastes like, too."

Yes. Sometimes he can't help himself in making a few demands of his own.

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[razrbladekiss]

Thirty-seven minutes | Tig Trager

A/N: this is just a shitty little angsty one shot, which i put together in like fifteen minutes. it's supposed to be helping me get back into the swing of things with writing, but it isn't! but anyway, here 'ya go!

WORD COUNT: 900 smth

PAIRING: tig trager x fem!reader

WARNINGS: angst, strong language. you're in your cunt era

Thirty-seven minutes ago, malevolence was rippling through your veins, surging through each and every artery like hot, molten lava drifting toward that village at the volcano’s edge. 

You were mere seconds from an outburst, almost spattering your last morsel of equanimity when Clay’s pompous snarl reached the drums of your ears and all you saw was red. 

Ripping the man limb from fucking limb would’ve been so gratifying, you thought. Causing him that same abundance of grief that he had inflicted upon you, making him hurt, was the one thing you could only wish to happen. 

But slivering so deeply into Clay Morrow seemed borderline inconceivable. Because he was formidable, and tough, and you were yet to see him crumble under the wayward burdens bestowed upon him by his club. 

Frankly, getting to him was simply impossible. And, if you could strike a chord within that phlegmatic prick, Tig wouldn’t even let you try. 

It wasn’t worth it, he guaranteed that seeking revenge for the shit the SAMCRO President did to you—to the man that you love—wasn’t worth thinking about. 

Because he might’ve made Tig dive head first into yet another ire-fueled, gun-wielding battle that could’ve ended a hell of a lot more bloody than what it did, but that was a part of this life. 

You understood that. You understood what Tig’s life—his line of work—entailed, but it was tough. Coming to terms with it all—every last thing—was painful, and sometimes you wished that Clay didn’t depend on him so much. 

But he did. And there was nothing that you could’ve done to change that, or put a stop to it. So you got along with it. 

You got along with it until you couldn’t. 

Ten minutes ago your face was reddening, rage dripping from every pore as you became privy to the events of the day. Eagerly—desperately—you awaited an explanation. 

An explanation that never came. 

An explanation that you needed, but one that you never got. And, for that, you were irrationally angry. 

“I just hate that he’s got you wrapped around his little finger, Tig! It’s gonna get you seriously hurt one day!” You expressed your repugnance, stamping into the clubhouse. 

Tig was hot on your heels. 

“I’m sick of finding out through Jax, or Juice, that Clay has put you into yet another situation that you might not find your way out of—“

“Baby—“

“No! Don’t baby me, Alexander.” Pissed, you threw back at him as you stopped dead at the front door. “You’re not getting out of this by sweet-talking, or fucking me, like you always do.”

Being an authoritative figure suited you, he thought. Being put in his place by you was so sexy, he thought. 

But you had also yelled at him—“humiliated” him—right in front of his club, and he was irked at your boldness. 

The boldness that he lauded, of course, but the boldness that no old lady should’ve conveyed before the Sons Of Anarchy. 

Because old ladies were supposed to be submissive. They were supposed to take orders, know their place, and abide by the rules set in place by the club. 

That wasn’t your thing, however. 

“I—I can’t take this anymore.” Frustrated, you retorted. “This fucking club—“

“Hey!” Tig yelled, pointing at you. 

This unbending—frightening—look washed over his face, and for the first time ever, you felt yourself tremble underneath his gaze. 

“Don’t talk shit about this fucking club!” 

Your heart was pounding. 

“I’m serious!” He barked, cornering you. 

Tig was intimidating, everybody and their fucking dog knew that. Everybody knew what he did, or what he had the capability of doing. 

But you weren’t scared of him. 

Not anymore. 

You puffed out your chest a little, refusing to be backed up against the wall. You walked a little closer to him. Two noses almost brushed against one another. 

“And so am I.” You said, biting back tears. “I am so fucking serious about this—“

“About what?!” Tig was yelling again now. 

He was so short tempered. But never with you. 

Sucking in a deep breath, you began by saying “about how this club—more like fucking cult—is ruining our relationship that we have been trying so hard to rebuild!”

It was like a weight lifted, but it maimed him. 

Because you hadn’t known Tig before the Sons, nor would you ever know that version of him. But he thought that you enjoyed him being part of such a tight brotherhood, a ready made family that supported the pair of you, not just him. 

And there were benefits to Samcrow, there always were. But Tara had told you what it was like getting involved with them, and you chose to ignore the warning. 

Until now. 

“It’s like everything you do revolves around the club.” You say, as if it’s not the most obvious thing in the world. You take a step toward Tig, making him take a step backwards. 

Fists clenched. 

“We had something good, Tig. We really had a beautiful thing. But the Sons Of Anarchy have brainwashed you into thinking that, if you’re not here twenty four hours a fucking day, that some shit will happen and the club will crumble.”

He rolled his jaw. 

“I promise you, nothing bad will happen if you take a day to spend time with your old lady—y’know, the woman you married.”

“You spend too much time with Tara—“

“And that’s such a bad thing?!” You hurled his way. “I spend my days in this shithole! I have no other fucking friends aside from the club and their wives, and it sucks! And now you’re mad at me for spending time with the only female in this gang that I can tolerate?!”

“Not a gang!”

“Oh, fuck off!” You stomp toward the front door, leaving a bitter taste in the mouth of your husband. 

Tig couldn’t wrangle his composure. He couldn’t bring himself to go after you as your heels clicked along the uneven concrete, and you mithered to yourself about how worthless he was. 

He didn’t care. 

He couldn’t find a reason to care. 

You disrespected his club, so he threw away the vows that he made to you. 

Only temporarily, of course. 

Because in thirty-seven minutes, he’ll be at your knees begging for forgiveness. 

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[juancarlos-ortiz]

Marked for Carnage Masterlist

Fic Content Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Swearing, Alcohol and Drug Use, Explicit Sexual Content, Violence, Death, Gore, Unplanned Pregnancy, Miscarriage, Stalking, Spousal Abuse (off page/not described in detail), Injury, Weapons, Gun Violence

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

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[wrestlersownmyheart]

"Her Outlaw Hero" (Sons Of Anarchy-Chibs Chapter fic) Chapter 6

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.

Note: I must confess, this is all I have written so far, and I have no idea when I'll get more posted because I don't know where to take it. Hope you understand and enjoy regardless!

Chapter 6

Angela tried to calm her heart rate as she disconnected the phone call. "So the cops know Addy's missing now," she thought out loud. Please, Lord… Let them find her car in the river. Let them think she's dead. Please keep her safe from Liam, she prayed. She sat at her desk in her den, in the middle of grading a test paper for her ninth-grade English class, and rubbed her temples. "Please, forgive me of the lies I told, also. I know they were to protect Addy, but they were still lies nonetheless."

Taking a moment to think over everything she'd said to the detective, she could recall no detectable mistakes in her story. I hope she got far away from here and they never find her, she thought. She shuddered to think what would happen to her should Liam find her.

Oh, Lord, what will I do if Liam shows up here to question me, she wondered. I'll just have to be prepared to tell him what I told that detective and stick to it. And not back down.

Telling herself that matter was settled, Angela forced herself to dive back into her paper grading and pushed Liam Toller out of her mind.

She only had a few papers to finish when a loud crackle of thunder sounded outside and she nearly jumped out of her skin. The sound of hard falling rain came next and she couldn't help but think of Adelaide.

"She always loved the rain and thunderstorms," Angela whispered to herself. She was such a happy, fun-loving person. She took pleasure in the little things. Will she ever get to be that way again, Lord? Is she doomed to always look over her shoulder and be scared? Please, watch over her, Father. Where ever she is, keep her safe. Send someone into her life that will protect her and fight for her.

She sobbed softly as she thought of her friend. I miss her so much, she thought, sniffling. I know we did what was best for her, but it doesn't stop me from missing her.

Too depressed to continue with her paper grading, she stood from her desk and prepared to get ready for bed, making a mental note to get up a little early and finish the last few papers in the morning.

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Adelaide was aware of a shiver racking her body as she struggled to open her eyes. Her lips parted as she attempted to speak, but only a soft whimper emerged. Her eyes finally fluttered open and she gazed around the darkened room she was in.

A bed, she thought, as she noted the familiar feel of a mattress beneath her. She moved slowly to a sitting position, gasping softly as her ribs exploded in fiery agony. She nearly cried out from the pain as she made her way wobbly to her feet. It was then that she noticed she was only clad in her under garments. Alarmed, she quickly grabbed at and wrapped the sheet around her slender frame for some modesty. As she moved farther away from the bed, she felt a slight tugging sensation on her hand. Turning to see what was making her mobility difficult, she noticed the IV hooked up to her hand. She followed the tubing with her eyes trying to see where it ended, which led her to also notice the man sitting in a chair next to a makeshift IV stand. He appeared to be asleep, with his head propped in his hand. Peering slightly at him, Adelaide recognized him as the goateed Scotsman who'd…

Frightened me to death, she thought, apprehension filling her heart. She turned back to the IV bag and began inspecting the tubing, trying to figure out how to free herself from the constraint. She eyed the IV port and contemplated pulling the needle out. The mere thought brought on a wave of queasiness and made her lightheaded all over again. She didn't deal well with needles. Gingerly, she began to remove a strip of the tape that held the tubing in place.

In the next instant, a light came on in the room and a warm hand took hold of her arm, gently turning her around. She faced the man who was asleep only seconds before. She was taken aback by his striking features. He was even more handsome than she recalled earlier in the day, though older. He appeared to be in his late forties—maybe early fifties. His black eyes scanned over her face and lingered for an instant on her mouth before moving back upward to her own eyes. His dark but graying hair was lightly mussed, but he brushed it back as he moved closer to her.

In her fear, Adelaide stepped backward and her foot fell on her sheet. To her dismay, the makeshift garment slipped from her grasp and fell to the floor. She gasped softly and tried to back away even further but the man kept hold of her arm. Add in the fact that her back literally hit the wall—she was quite trapped. The man's dark gaze wandered over her now mostly exposed slender frame and panic seized her.

Not again, she thought. "No, please…" she cried, trying to tug her arm free. "Don't…"

To her surprise, he released her arm and reached up to her face. His hand caressed her cheek for a moment before moving to her neck and lingering at her pulse point.

"Your heart is racing," he murmured in his thick Scottish burr. "But your skin is cool enough." He let out a sigh laced with frustration when he noticed the look of fear on her pale face. "Don't be afraid, lass. You're safe. We brought you here for medical attention since you were adamant that you didn't go to a hospital." He then bent down to retrieve her sheet "I won't hurt you," he said softly. "I was only trying to keep you from ripping that IV out. You need it right now." He paused a moment, and spoke again. "I'm sorry for staring at ya. I can see you've been through a lot. But, I am a man, I'm afraid, and I can't help ogling the beauty of a woman more often than not," he chuckled. He tossed the sheet onto the bed and then lifted her suitcase onto the bed as well. Why don't you pick something out of here to wear? You'll feel less vulnerable that way. But, pick something as thin and light as you can. You need to stay cool for now." He moved toward the door as Adelaide dug through the suitcase. "I'll go get you something to drink. You need all the fluid you can get."

"W-wait," Adelaide finally spoke out softly before he could leave.

He turned back to face her, "Yeah?"

"Your name," she asked with timidity. "You saved my life and I don't even know your name."

His lips curved upward in a smile and a dimple appeared in each cheek above his scars, "It's Chibs. And you're Adelaide. We saw your ID."

With that, he left the room and Adelaide quickly grabbed a silky, teal-colored nightgown and tugged it over her head. Then she found a hairbrush and unplaited her hair. She began running the brush gently through her waist-length hair, getting rid of any tangles. Wincing in pain when she had to reach upward to her scalp, she opted to leave the thick tresses down for simplicity's sake. She turned to put the hairbrush back in her suitcase but moved too quickly, however, and struggled to fight off another wave of dizziness. She heard something being set down on the dresser then and in the next second, felt strong arms envelope her as she sank toward the floor.

"Whoa, I got ya," she heard Chibs utter softly. "You need to be in bed. You're too weak to be up and about."

"I'm beginning to see that," Adelaide replied, holding her swimming head as Chibs carried her to the bed and gently deposited her onto it. "What happened to me? I haven't felt this horrible before in my whole life."

"Sunstroke," Chibs answered. "You'd walked a long distance in the heat and it nearly killed ya, woman." His tone turned lightly scolding as he approached the dresser and retrieved the glass of drink, "Have you ever had a fever of 107 before?"

His question was rhetorical, she knew. He'd asked to make it clear she shouldn't do anything so stupid again. He handed her the glass of drink and sat down beside her on the bed, "It's just Gatorade," he assured her as she looked at the drink quizzically. "It'll help get your electrolytes back in balance. Just sip. Gulping will make you sick."

"Can't say as I have ever had a fever that high, no," Adelaide finally answered after a few sips of fluid. "Well, that explains why I was almost naked. Thank you—for saving me. And I'm sorry I made it so difficult." She heard Chibs chuckle lightly and dared to make eye contact with him.

"You're welcome," he replied softly. "And it wasn't actually what I'd call difficult. Don't flatter yourself," he joked with a twinkle in his eye.

Adelaide recalled a hand going over her mouth, then gasped at the next memory that surfaced. "Did I bite you—your hand," she asked, feeling immense guilt.

This time Chibs let loose with a full-fledged laugh, "No, that was my friend, Tig. It wasn't as bad as it looked. Don't worry."

She nodded, as she finished her drink and then settled against the pillows.

"You need to rest, till we make sure your temperature is permanently stable now," Chibs told her as he took her glass and set it on the night table, then covered her again with the light sheet.

"I'm freezing," Adelaide said. "Could I cover up a little more? Please?"

Chibs considered it, and gave a slight nod. "I guess so. Your skin feels very cool. But I need to keep an eye on your temperature," he added, covering her with a lightweight blanket.

"Thank you."

Adelaide almost sighed in ecstasy from the extra bit of warmth that enveloped her. "You seem to know your way around the medical field. Are you some sort of doctor or something?"

"No, lass. I was a medic for the British Army many years ago."

"Is your real name, Chibs? Or is that a nickname?"

"It's a nickname of sorts," he replied. "I received a Glasgow smile years ago—the scars on my face—and the Scottish slang for the weapon used to do it, is a chib."

"My God," Adelaide cried. "I'm sorry. I can't believe people can be so evil."

"I would think you had a pretty good idea of how evil a person can be," Chibs told her.

She stared at him a moment, not sure how to respond.

"I know you were attacked," Chibs confessed in a gentle tone. "I've seen the bruises and cuts on your body. I've heard you crying out in your sleep, begging 'Liam' to not hurt you. "

Adelaide's breath caught in her chest. How could I have been so careless, she thought. He could easily find out about Liam and lead him here—even unintentionally. I have to play dumb, for now.

"I…I-I," she stammered, "I don't know any Liam. I must've just been having a nightmare."

"Okay, obviously, we should have this conversation at another time," Chibs said, immediately detecting her lie. "I understand. You're scared and ya find it hard to trust someone ya just met. But I promise, Adelaide, whoever he is… He will not get anywhere near ya. But you're gonna have to help us. We need to know more about him in order to keep him away from ya."

A tear fell down Adelaide's cheek and her lip trembled. "I-I…can't. You don't understand. He…h-he…"

Chibs leaned toward her and placed a finger over her full lips, "Shhh. You don't have to do this right now," he whispered. "Just rest. We'll talk this out later, yeah?"

She nodded shakily, and he gave her a comforting smile. Reaching up a little further, he gently swiped at the tear on her cheek with the pad of his thumb. "You're gonna be okay. We won't let anyone hurt ya."

He turned to move away from her to return to his chair next to the bed, but Adelaide took his hand and gently tugged him back down to the bed's surface. "What is your real name," she asked. "Would you mind telling me?"

He gazed into her eyes a moment before reaching up and tucking a lock of her dark hair behind her ear, "It's Filip."

"Would you mind if I called you Filip," she asked softly. "I mean… I just… I think calling you by your nickname feels almost like I'm condoning what was done to you."

He smiled slightly and nodded, "You can call me whichever you want, lass. Either one is fine with me."

Adelaide returned his smile, "Thank you…Filip. For everything. I'd probably be dead if not for you." Reflexively, she reached up and wrapped her slender arms around his neck, bestowing him with a hug.

He was taken aback, yet Chibs couldn't help but take pleasure in the feel of the woman's arms around him. He returned her embrace and stroked his hand over her hair. "Get some sleep," he whispered near her ear. "I'll stay in one of the other dorms so I'll be nearby if you need anything."

He finally pulled away, and caught the dazed expression on Adelaide's face. He knew then something was going to happen between them. She was as affected by his presence as he was by hers. In truth, he wanted her. She was beautiful, seemed kind and warm-hearted. He'd never felt as affected by a woman as he did with Adelaide. Not even with Fiona, or Allie. He shook his head of the thoughts and stood from the bed. "Goodnight, lass."

"Goodnight, Filip."

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[laurfilijames]

Flat To Filled

Pairing: Jax Teller x female reader

Words: 3.9k

Warnings: Rated E, 18+. Swearing. Tig being a bit of a perv. Oral sex (M receiving). Unprotected intercourse. Sex in exchange for a service.

Summary: Your flat tire turns out to be a very happy nuisance, and a scene right out of a porno.

A/N: I got a flat tire a couple of months ago and came up with this idea while waiting for it to be repaired, though sadly not by Jax Teller.

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"You've got to be fucking kidding," you mumbled under your breath, seeing the low tire pressure light illuminate on your dash.

It didn't seem like that long ago you had finished paying off the loan used to purchase the new set of tires, and as you put your car in park and climbed out of the driver's seat, you prayed it just needed some air and wasn't completely flat.

"Fuck."

The tire was smooshed right against the hot asphalt, and crouching down to run your hand along the circumference of the wheel, your fingers caught on a screw buried into the rubber.

At least you weren't rushing anywhere in particular, you thought, having only been on your way to grab yourself a coffee from the cafe in downtown Charming, laughing in realizing the irony in the situation that you were meant to be saving money anyway. The silver lining was that your flat just so happened to take place about two minutes down the road from Teller-Morrow Automotive Repair, and with the sun shining and feeling pleasantly warm on your skin, you didn't necessarily mind going for a walk.

The gates of the entrance were open as you approached, the yard full of Harley's and various members of the nefarious motorcycle club along with some vehicles actually being repaired by mechanics, your presence quickly being noticed by everyone in the vicinity.

"And how can I help you, sweetheart?" a man with black, curly hair and soul-piercing blue eyes drawled, his pervy tone making you grin and tilt your head in amusement as he stood straight from leaning over his bike and puffed his chest out, his hands securing themselves on his belt to help draw your attention to his crotch.

"I have a flat," you began to explain, hooking your thumb over your shoulder in the direction of where your car sat abandoned on the road. "I was hoping someone could take a look and hopefully patch it."

"Yeah, probably, but there's something else I can definitely help you with."

"Jesus Christ, Tig," another man's voice sounded from inside the garage. "Stop preying on innocent people."

The sight of the man defending you made your heart leap into your throat, and suddenly the mid-afternoon sun wasn't the cause of the sheen of sweat growing on your skin.

Messy, blond hair that rested at his shoulders surrounded his gorgeous face like a halo, and if the blue eyes on the first man were anything to admire, his were like looking into an abyss that would swallow you whole.

He didn't shy away from looking you over up and down, a crooked smile dressing his lips that were surrounded by scruffy, bleached stubble, his smile only spreading more to create lines around his mouth when his friend walked past him and slapped his shoulder.

"See, told ya."

He strutted into the garage while still looking back at you obviously, nearly tripping over his own feet, leaving you and the living incarnation of Helios standing somewhat awkwardly.

He nodded his head behind you, "So, what's wrong?"

"Just a flat. There's a screw in it. I was hoping someone would have time to patch it for me."

"Yeah, let me take a look," he grinned again, squinting slightly from the bright sunlight as he wiped his oily hands on a rag he held.

You took note of his slender fingers and how rough and worked yet soft the skin on his hands looked, curious as to what else they were capable of, and how the way the large rings that adorned them enhanced the appeal to feel them on your body even more.

"Is it just down the road?" he asked, beginning to walk over to the wall where a bunch of keys were hung on hooks.

"Yeah, about two minutes," you confirmed, remaining in place.

He held a set of keys up and tossed them up in the air before catching them, "I'll go give it a lift, then. You can wait here if you want. Despite your first impressions they're all pretty harmless."

His smile had you nearly bursting into flames, and holding out your own keys for him to take, your fingers brushed each other, igniting even more heat within your body.

He winked at you as he walked confidently over to the tow truck parked on the far side of the row of bikes, allowing you the opportunity to eye-fuck him just as he had you minutes ago.

Even with how baggy his jeans sat on his lower half, you could tell he had a perfectly plump ass that would no doubt power some hammering thrusts, and his back and arms were shaped nicely by strong muscles that showed through his t-shirt and mechanic's shirt that had the sleeves torn off, making you bite your lip as you thought how this unfortunate event was proving to be anything but.

It didn't take long for him to return with your car being pulled behind the tow truck, flashing you another smile as he hung his left arm out the window, a cigarette hanging from his inviting lips.

You watched the production as a few other mechanics went over and began helping him, the assistance he received allowing opportunities for glances your way, his silent flirting making you flush and shift on your feet.

Within minutes the tire was off and being carried into the bay of the garage, and as he got closer to you, you were able to see the name embroidered in black thread on the right side of his chest.

Jax.

You mouthed it, the whisper of those three letters feeling like silk on your tongue, and you wondered how saying it out loud and on repeat in the throes of pleasure would make him react; all smiles and that boyish confidence shining brightly as he basked in your praise, or a brutal and claiming side coming to reveal itself after being encouraged by your mantra.

He slammed your tire down on the workbench closest to the door and wiped the sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand, smearing dirt and grime across it, and gave you a smile and a nod as he parted those luscious lips and started talking.

"So, you from around here?"

"Yup," you confirmed, placing your hands in the back pockets of your shorts to force your chest out a little further.

He hummed as he started to work, "I would've remembered a pretty face like yours."

"Do you say that to all the girls you help?"

Jax shook his head, his eyebrows rising on his forehead to crease it. "Nope."

He looked completely innocent despite it being a blatant lie that he could barely get away with, and you knew that was exactly how a man like him was likely to get everything he wanted.

"Well, I really appreciate you dropping whatever else you were in the middle of to sort me out," you thanked. "Jax…" you added, his name sounding sinful from how lusty your voice suddenly became.

He tucked his bottom lip in his teeth, smiling big even with the restriction, his eyes dancing and alight with mischief as his hands paused what he was doing.

"My pleasure."

His words were spoken with such conviction, as well as what you hoped was a promise or at least a hint at a request, and for whatever reason, the more you were in his presence and talking to him, the more daring and confident you felt yourself becoming.

"Is it?" you asked, watching as he leaned against the workbench, his forearms flexing and showing off the tattoo decorating his right one, his glare serious and almost threatening while his lips continued to feign innocence.

"I think it's going to be."

Time passed too quickly for your liking, your very effortless and charged conversations with Jax tempting you into driving the pocket knife that you kept tucked away in your purse into one of your other tires just so you could spend more time with him; his efficient handy-work resulting in your tire being back on your car and good as new in the fastest forty-two minutes of your life.

“You're all set there, darlin’,” he drawled, squinting at you in the beaming sun with a crooked grin as he wiped his hands on the rag he pulled back out of his jeans.

“Looks like it. Thank you.”

“You have somewhere you need to be?” he asked, leaning against your car comfortably.

“Not necessarily,” you answered, part of you praying he would extend an invitation to something that involved you staying longer and having those lips that were still curled into a smile pressed against yours. They were perfectly shaped and full and impossible to stop admiring, and the fantasy of learning how good they would feel refused to quit playing in your mind, deeming him a talented kisser without even knowing.

"How much do I owe you?" you asked, the assumption that this repair would cost the equivalent of at least twenty of those speciality coffees you were on your way to getting making a pit settle in your stomach.

His bottom lip tucked between his teeth and he chewed on it while still managing to grin mischievously, the brightness of it reaching his eyes.

"I think we can work something out."

You swore you had to be dreaming, finding yourself being led through Samcro's clubhouse and down a hallway where you were continuously stopped to be pressed against the wall and kissed until you were breathless, the sound of your bodies slamming against the wood panels and your shared laughs drowning out the loud music coming from the common area.

It always felt good to be right, you thought, your speculations that Jax knew how to kiss exceptionally well turning out to be more than correct, the way his tongue claimed your mouth and his lips sealed against yours making you quickly abandon all morals and sense of reality.

Your fingers tangled in his hair as he walked backwards with you into a room, the scent of stale smoke mixed with a bit of weed overpowering the hint of cologne that lingered, and once inside, Jax pushed the door shut and shoved you up against it.

He slowly peeled his face away from yours, taking a deep, steadying breath, his eyes trailing from your chest up to your lust-drunk eyes while his arms braced on either side of you to cage you between him and the door.

"We do accept cash, too," he smirked, his smile growing when you laughed and shook your head.

"I'm afraid I don't have any on me…"

"See that's too bad," he said, his tone falsely serious. "Non-paying customers tend to get fucked in a situation like this…"

The emphasis and double-meaning he put on that one sinful word made you ache and visibly squirm, and you did your best to keep your hands to yourself while you waited for him to move first, only to fail miserably.

You gripped at the edges of his gray mechanics shirt at the same time your mouth crashed against his, peeling it off his arms with his help as you walked forward, forcing him backward into the middle of the room where he ran into a chair, causing both of you to laugh between kisses.

Next came his somehow still freshly white t-shirt, the pure glee that overcame you when you whisked it over his head and laid eyes on his smooth skin and impressively ripped torso making you feel dizzy, and trying to get to the rest of him as quickly as you could, you hurried to unbuckle his belt and send his jeans that were already half-way down his ass to the floor.

You glared at him hungrily as you reached out for his hard cock that strained against his loose boxers that managed to be an even brighter white than his shirt, and stroked it through the cotton appreciatively, watching his head tip slightly back and his eyes close as he succumbed to your touch.

"Fuck," he chuckled, his abs contracting as he did, hooking his thumbs in the waist of his trunks to get rid of them.

"May I?" you asked, the innocence in your request contrasting heavily to how impurely you were looking at him.

"Since you asked nicely," he drawled, holding his hands up away from his body to allow you to do whatever you wanted.

With an excited and satisfied grin, you tugged on his shorts, your mouth instantly watering as his cock sprung free from them and bounced wildly before you, his size and girth and perfectly veiny shaft confirming that the man standing proudly naked before you was utterly perfect.

"Like what you see, darlin'?"

Rather than answering, you wrapped one hand behind his neck and pulled him into you, kissing him madly and desperately while your other hand took hold of his silky flesh and pumped him slowly from tip to base, feeling him flex in your palm.

You basked in this for a couple of minutes until Jax regained control and guided you somewhat forcefully over to lean against the edge of the desk that sat against the wall, his thigh wedging between yours as he gathered your wrists in his one hand and held them up over your head, his other one left to trail up your side, pulling your shirt up along with it.

His mouth attacked your neck while he teased you, the sensation making you roll your hips on his thigh to get some friction on your needy pussy, and when he growled as he got to your breasts that you hadn't bothered to restrict in a bra today, you nearly came undone.

"Fuck, you're hot," he muttered, roughly tearing up your shirt to remove it from you, and he took a moment to appreciate the sight in front of him before diving to your mouth again, his hand squeezing at the fullness of your chest and pinching your nipple between his fingers.

You whined into his mouth and arched your back in order to get closer to his touch, your body begging to be used by him in any way possible, this self-made porno you were suddenly living out making you hornier than you've ever been before.

"Are you gonna fuck me, or what?" you asked, his keen attention making you feel bold and powerful.

He chuckled and shook his head, his blond locks moving with the action.

"Patience, darlin'. You need to remember who's paying who here."

You nodded and smirked, pushing off the edge of the desk to take hold of his cock again while you slowly sank to your knees, looking up at him through your lashes to see a very satisfied and eager look on his face.

Pressing your lips against his smooth tip, you spread the precum that leaked from it across them and stuck your tongue out, that first delectably salty taste of him making you swallow thickly as your mouth watered, your thirst for him skyrocketing. You gripped the base of his shaft as you eased him inside your mouth, taking him slowly inch by inch until you reached your hand and your nose was tickled by his flaxen hairs.

Bobbing on and off of his length and swirling your tongue around his head each time you passed it, you worked him steadily with your hand, the sound of his appreciative curses and groans making you squirm and shift on your knees and moan as well, taking him deep into your throat so he could feel the vibrations on your windpipe.

"Jesus fucking Christ," he hissed. "That's it, baby."

His praise sent a shiver down your spine, making your nipples harden even more in addition to you gagging on him each time he pounded the back of your throat, the way he bucked his hips and lightly held your head in place encouraging you to want to be wrecked by him in whatever way he saw fit.

He laughed in disbelief as he gently held your chin and told you to stop, mad at himself for doing it, but not ready to end this with you yet.

"Fuck, you're good. That pretty little mouth of yours sure has some talent," he purred, using his thumb to wipe the corner of your mouth.

"Then you should've let me finish…"

Jax chuckled again as he helped you up off the floor, a sound that made you melt each time, his eyes shining with a playfulness that matched his cheeky smile.

"Oh, no," he said, his eyebrows creeping up his forehead. "Your debt isn't going to be repaid that easily."

Your breathing became shallow as the way he looked at you turned from kind and light-hearted to intense and almost dark, and he grabbed your face and kissed you roughly, stealing your breath from you as he leaned into you in an overpowering way, his cock poking you and reminding you of its impressive size that you were about to have to try to handle.

He snuck a hand between your heaving bodies, cupping between your legs where an intense heat radiated, and began to rub your pussy through your shorts with a taunting pressure.

"This pussy's gonna feel good, isn't it?" he asked, dragging his hand harder over the material that kept you from him, the whole act and his question driving you mad. "I bet it's nice and tight…"

"Fuck, yes…" you whined, grinding against his hand even more, your head tipping to the side in an offering for him to kiss your neck.

He did, granting you one of your many wishes, sucking and nipping at the tender skin where your pulse hammered frantically.

After another minute or two of torture, you raked your nails up along his back, feeling desperate for him to give you what you so badly needed.

"Please, Jax," you begged. "I'm so wet."

He pulled away from your neck, kissing your swollen lips sloppily as he removed his hand from between your legs.

"Yeah? Lemme see, sweetheart…"

With deft fingers he ripped open the button on your shorts and tugged them down your thighs aggressively, his pupils blown wide when he noticed how your slick had darkened your panties and soaked them through completely, the corner of his lips curling upward menacingly.

He leaned in and kissed you again, a little sweeter this time, a display of his appreciation for how ready you were for him and how much he was enjoying this game with you.

That only lasted for so long though, the more he danced his tongue with yours the more he felt completely out of control, the need to drive his cock into you coming to the forefront of his mind once again just as it had since the minute he met you.

He released your cheeks from his gentle hold and used both of them to grab onto the side of your thong, tearing them off of you barbarically, the sound of ripping cotton making both of you more feral than before.

You sat up on the desk, holding his head to keep him kissing you as he settled between your legs, his cock nudging your inner thigh dangerously close to your center. It was all heavy, panting breaths and the sound of teeth clashing together as you went at each other furiously, your fingers making a tangled mess out of those gorgeous blond tresses, your nails no doubt leaving red scratches all over his pale skin.

With a sharp inhale to catch his breath, Jax broke the messy seal of your lips enough to look down at you naked and spread beneath him, slipping his fingers slowly through your wet folds to gather your slick on his fingertips, admiring you before slamming them inside you deep enough that his rings prevented him from going any further, pumping in and out before hooking them to massage your g-spot.

Your cries filled the room, the build-up to this making everything feel more intense than you could bear, your hips moving to meet the tempo of his hand enthusiastically and instinctively.

"You want that dick?" Jax asked breathlessly, his cock throbbing and ready to explode if he held off any longer, the sensation of your pussy clenching his fingers and coating them with your juices making it worse.

He was always diligent about wrapping up when it came to sleeping with new chicks, but something about you made him want to bury his bare cock deep inside you and drive into you again and again, the thought of seeing your cunt leaking with his load sending him into a fury.

"Yes…fuckkkk!" you screamed, your consent barely past your lips as he pushed into you, stretching you out over his thick girth.

A shuddered breath escaped your lips as you sought to adjust to his size, Jax giving you no mercy as he immediately started hammering into you with ruthless force.

By the time he had rammed himself into the deepest part of you, you were both so close to falling apart, not taking long to get each other right back to the edge where you had been left hanging, the rhythm chosen by him and matched by you one that was sure to put this desk through the wall in no time.

It shook precariously beneath you, and it seemed the threat of breaking the damn thing only spurred Jax on more, his brutal thrusts increasing as he worked even harder to ruin you.

His skin became slippery as he began to work up a sweat, your hands gliding over his shoulders and up the column of his neck as you tried to hold on to him as best you could.

His praise at how good you felt was broken up by a variety of curses, the way he sounded as he got so lost in you making the pressure in your core erupt rapidly, and you strangled his cock through your release, soaking him enough for you to hear the lewd squelching through your mind-numbing euphoria.

"Fuck!" he roared, his last thrusts slowing in pace as you coaxed out his end, his cock pulsing inside your choking walls and filling you up with his hot cum in vicious spurts.

His sweaty hair was stuck to his forehead as he leaned it against yours, chuckling while he fought to catch his breath.

"That was…"

"Yeah…" you panted, hardly able to believe just how incredible it was, your whole body tingling and alive with pleasure.

He smiled against your lips before kissing you sweetly, humming into your mouth while he remained inside you, wanting to relish in the after effects for as long as he could.

You made out until he eventually slipped from you, the loss making you whine and you both to slowly cease your kisses.

“I've never done anything like this before,” you admitted, feeling totally liberated in your behaviour as you watched his sweaty, naked, and absolutely perfect form step away from you, his smile beaming at you once again.

He winked at you, “Me neither," and ran a hand through his hair to try to fix the mess you had made of it.

“For some reason I don't believe that," you chided, tilting your head as you remained in your spot, his cum starting to drip out of you.

“You shouldn't," he purred, strutting back over to you, his eyes fixed between your legs where you could tell by his expression that he enjoyed what he saw.

He held your waist, his head tipping to the side as he looked down at you, his voice low and lusty when he spoke.

"Still have nowhere to be?"

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Ok idk if this is to much but can I request Juice Ortiz with Line 24, and then L and M (🔥🔥)? Thank you!!

Tension.

juice ortiz x teller!female reader

warnings - sexual content. cursing.

24. “You like it when I’m mean to you?” & l. Keeping the relationship a secret & m. Catching eyes across a crowded room.

written for my 5k celebration - post here, masterlist here, inbox here.

It’s risky and you know it.

But you just can’t keep your eyes off of Juice Ortiz.

It’s your average Friday night at the Teller Morrow Garage. Everyone’s drinking, smoking, laughing as Tig tells a horribly inappropriate joke. Your brother is sitting at a table with Chibs and Happy, discussing some sort of club business that you frankly don’t really care about.

You turn back to the bar, sipping on your drink and taking a deep breath. You spin on your stool to scan the room again, and catch eyes with the one man you’ve been watching like a hawk. Juice.

He raises his eyebrows at you, winking cheekily before breaking out into a grin. You shake your head, but can’t help but smile.

He looks good. Better than usual. You’re not sure what it is - maybe it’s the tight black t shirt, maybe it’s the tattoos that are peeking through, maybe it’s the cocky smirk that seems to be permanently etched on his face.

You know the both of you will be in so much trouble if your brother finds out. It’ll be bad for club dynamics, bad for your family’s dynamic. But maybe it’s the risk that makes it that much hotter.

He looks at you, the bathroom door, then back at you. You get the message instantly, nodding gently before watching him get up and make his way in that direction.

You give it a few agonisingly long minutes before you slip off your stool, glancing around to check no one has noticed. When you get to the bathroom, he opens the door and pulls you inside, slamming you against the wood.

“Here she is. My pretty whore.”

Your breath catches, gazing at him with blown pupils.

“Don’t call me that,” you choke out, with less conviction than you would have liked.

“Why not, hmm? You’ve been staring at me with your fuck me eyes for the last couple of hours. You think I don’t know what you’re doing?”

He chuckles, leaning in to nip at your neck, arms winding around your back to hold you against him.

“You’re pathetic, baby,” he mumbles against your skin. When you shudder, he laughs almost cruelly. “Oh, honey. You like it when I’m mean to you?”

You shake your head, and he moves a hand to wind around your throat, squeezing gently. You change your answer and nod, knees going weak.

“Here’s the deal,” he drawls into your ear, all low and honeyed. “If you can keep your filthy thoughts off your face for the rest of the night, I’ll take you home later and fuck you the way you want.”

You whine, hands tangling into the back of his shirt.

“That means no fuck me eyes, no lip biting… none of that shit. You hear me?”

You nod, leaning forward to rest your head on his chest.

“You’re gonna get us caught, baby. We’ve got to be more careful.”

You lean up to press a kiss to his lips, tasting beer and cigarette smoke.

“Okay. Deal.”

He smiles at you gently before kissing you again.

“I’m gonna go out first. Wait a while, okay?”

He slips out the door and back to the guys, praying that no one has noticed either of your absences.

You rest your head against the wood and take a deep breath, body thrumming with the anticipation of what’s to come.

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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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I’m here for the new prompt list!! Happy New Years beauty , thanks for this amazing surprise!

Could I request Jax Teller with First time as a couple?

⬆️ I would like to be “destiny” 😈 LOL

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Cotton and Lace

Contains: Fluff, smut, (oral sex F receiving, fingering, P in V)

2.2K words

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The beginning

You and Jax were sitting on the couch in the corner as the Friday night party went on around you. Jax's hand was on your thigh as you talked about your day, a soft smile on his face as you spoke.

"It was so funny, dude slips on a wet floor sign then goes on and on about suing like he had a case. And then he tried to pull that his lawyer was a family friend and that if we didn't give him free shit for a year, he would make sure that we all ended up homeless. He only left when we called our own lawyer and handed the phone to him."

Jax sighed, "you are a saint, you know you can come and work at T-M?'

You shook your head, "no, I think our relationship stays alive because I'm not near Gemma everyday of the week."

Jax chuckled, "she can be a lot."

You leaned in and kissed him, Jax smiling against your lips as an idea came over him, "you wanna head home?"

You thought for a moment, "I'd like that, but as long as you come with me."

He smirked, "that's the plan darlin."

****

You got to Jax's front door and he helped you off his bike, then you handed him back his helmet, "we'll have to get one of your own, you were holding onto me so tight I thought you were going to break one of my ribs."

You shook your head, "you're the one that gave me your helmet, I was making sure that you stayed on the bike."

He chuckled, "sure darlin. You wanna come in for a nightcap?" His tone made it clear he was looking for more than just a beer and a goodnight kiss.

"Yep, I'll take tea if you've got some?"

The smile on Jax's face grew, he knew what that meant, "I think there's tea inside." He placed his hand on your back as you walked in his front door, kicking off your shoes while holding onto Jax for balance.

He pointed towards the kitchen with a smile and removed his kutte, handing it on the hook, "this way."

You nodded, "I've been to your house before, I know where your kitchen is." You sat at the table while Jax boiled the water and went to the fridge to get himself a beer.

"You got any plans for the morning?"

You shook your head, "nope, I have a drawer here, I was hoping you'd let me stay the night."

Jax smiled, "that sounds nice."

He sat down opposite you and took your hand, "I've really enjoy spending time with you."

You smiled, "me too, I wouldn't be here if I didn't." Jax leaned over the tabled and kissed you, soft at first, then he deepened it as you reached your hand up to hold his face.

"I'm not really feeling like tea now, maybe we go head to the bedroom?"

Jax smiled and took your hand, standing up and dragging you towards the bedroom. He opened the door and you followed him in, standing in the middle of the room waiting for him to do something.

Jax's hands cupped your face, "if you don't want tea, what do you want?"

You smiled, "you."

Jax smiled back and leaned down to kiss you, "I can do that." His hands moved from your face to your top and buttoned it, a sudden realisation hitting you as you stopped his hands with a giggle.

"What? If you're not up for it that's ok, we can wait as long as you need."

You shook your head, "no I want to. I know we had that conversation about what we were into and being safe and all that but I wasn't planning for this tonight and I'm not dressed for this occasion." You looked down and Jax followed your gaze, "my socks don't even match."

Jax smiled and kissed you gently, "that's alright, I'm not really paying attention to your underwear anyway, not this time at least."

You giggled, "ok."

Jax kissed you, harder this time and you felt your knees get weak as he walked you back towards the bed. Your knees hit the edge and you fell backwards, Jax going with you as he caught himself in his hands. "You sure you want to do this?

You nodded, "yes, are you?"

He smirked, "hell fucking yeah."

He went back to your top, popping the buttons and smiled as you sat up and shrugged it off your shoulders, "I like this colour and the lace is pretty."

You giggled, "just wait till you get a look at my granny panties." He didn't say anything else, settling for kissing your lips, then your cheek then down your neck and to your chest.

His lips brushed your skin and then he was running his hand up your back and to the clasp of your bra. "Can I?"

You nodded, "please." He smiled at you then the bra was opening, Jax's hand reaching up and brushing the straps off your shoulders.

His eyes went wide as they landed on your chest, "wow you have nice tits, I thought they looked nice with your clothes on but this is something else."

You smiled, "you're very sweet." His lips returned to where they were before he removed your bra, grazing the skin until they were moving down to your breasts. His lips wrapped around your nipple and his fingers found the other, his touch gentle. You placed your hands on the back of his head and wove your fingers into his hair, Jax sighing as you pressed him closer.

You went to remove your pants but he grabbed your hand, pulling away from your breast briefly, "let me do that." His mouth and his fingers swapped positions as he reached down with his free hand and unbuttoned your jeans. He pulled away from your breast and looked down with a smile, "I like them."

You giggled, "they aren't the most fancy pair I own."

You lifted your hips as Jax pulled them down, stopping to remove your socks, "I like these too."

You shook your head, "now you're just sweet talking me." When you were in nothing but your panties, you reached over and unbuttoned his blue flannel Jax sliding it off his ample shoulders with a smirk, "why do you need to wear so many layers?"

Jax chuckled and pulled back, taking off his top as your eyes raked over his newly bare skin, "you like what you see darlin?"

You smiled, "oh, most definitely." He kissed you again and you reached to undo his belt and pulled it away before unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans. You broke away from him and looked into his eyes with a silent question, Jax nodding softly.

You slid your hand into his pants and palmed his hard cock, your eyes going wide, "don't worry, we'll go slow." You nodded softly and pulled his pants down then wrapped your finger around the hem of his boxers and yanked them down, freeing his cock as he moaned.

"You good?" His tone was soft as he lifted his hand to cup your cheek.

You smiled softly and kissed him, pulling back just far enough to reply, "I'm great."

You went to grab his cock but he stopped you, "let's focus on your tonight, we have plenty of time for everything else."

You wrinkled your eyebrows, "what, but.."

He stopped you, "hey, I've got a reputation to uphold."

You giggled, "ok, well I'm going to make it up to you."

He smiled, "I can wait, lie back and let me make you feel good?"

You nodded and did as he asked, getting comfortable while he watched your every move. He hovered over you and pressed his lips to yours, his beard scratching your skin as his hands ran up and down your legs and with one final sweep, pulled your panties off.

He kissed down your body, bypassing your breast with his lips but picking up the slack with his hands, the callouses on his fingers making you feel warm as his lips moved down your body. He reached your hips then lifted your legs over his shoulders. He looked up at you with a smile, "can I?"

You nodded, "please." Jax kissed your inner thigh, slowly working his way towards your centre until his lips were brushing your core. He spread you open then licked you from entrance to clit and you gasped as Jax wrapped his lips around your clit. You twitched and Jax's forearm came down to hold your hips down as he took his other hand and circled his entrance with two fingers.

You moaned as he slid them inside you, his fingertips searching for your G-spot, you twitched again when he found it and Jax smiled against you, pulling back and replacing his mouth with his thumb, "found it."

You sighed, "you are a smug bastard."

Jax laughed and his mouth returned to your flesh, his arm pressing down harder as he built you up.

"Go a bit slower please." Jax listened before you finished speaking, his fingers slowing until you gasped, "that's much better, thank you."

Jax lifted his arm off your body long enough to wrap around your thigh before pulling you close then went back to hold you down. Jax listened to your every direction with no hesitation or complaint. Just as you reached the edge, he pulled away and replaced his mouth with his fingers and kissed your inner thigh. You tapped him with your knee and he lifted his head, "what gives dude?"

Jax smirked, "the night is still young."

You rolled your eyes, "we have all our lives for that, don't be a tease."

Jax's smirk widened, "our whole lives darlin, you really feel that way?"

You smiled, "yes, now get back to it or I'll change my mind."

He kissed the top of your thigh with a soft smile, "alright then darlin." When his mouth returned to your core, he didn't stop and with one more pass of his fingers to your G-spot you arched off the bed and contracted around his fingers.

Jax worked you through and you fumbled for his hand, Jax lifting his forearm off your hips to link his hand in yours as the orgasm faded. He kissed his way up your body until he reached your mouth, kissing you slow and soft until you wrapped your arms around his body and pulled him close.

He pulled his lips away from you with a smile, "you wanna keep going?"

You nodded, "yes please." Jax kissed your cheek and opened the top drawer, pulling out a condom, ripping open the packet and rolling it on his cock.

"You sure? You can always tell me no and I won't be mad."

You smiled, "yes I want this and you are very sweet." Jax kissed the tip of your nose and moved back to hover over you, lifting your legs and wrapping them around his waist.

He pressed his lips to yours and you placed your hands on his chest as he grabbed his cock, "you tell me if you want to change anything yeah?"

You smiled, "of course, can you please stop being so sweet?"

Jax sighed, "no way." His lips found yours as he slid inside you with a groan. He paused to let you adjust, his chest pressing to yours as his hand moved to your clit. His fingers moved in soft circles as his hips started to rock, taking a slow and steady pace until he was rolling his hips into you, the head of his cock brushing your G-spot.

He pulled away from your lips and buried his face in your neck while you pressed your face into his chest as the pleasure grew. You wove your hand into Jax's hair and he kissed from your neck to your cheek then your temples then finally your lips.

You tightened your legs and held him tighter to you, Jax moaning as his hips picked up speed, "please, Jax, I need more."

His voice was tight as he replied, "I can do that." He pushed himself up on one arm to gain leverage and looked into your eyes, his fingers pressing harder as he ground into you. You reached a hand up to stroke his cheek and Jax smiled at you, turning his head to kiss your palm.

"Jax, I'm close."

He grunted, deeper and more desperate this time, "I know, me too." Jax put more weight on his knees and slammed inside you, "you can let go, I'm here."

How were you to deny such a request, with one last roll of his hips, you came around him and Jax's pace faltered as he did his best to keep his composure. You took his face in your hands and kissed him, Jax nose bumping yours, "I love you."

Jax smiled against your skin then dropped his forehead to yours to look into your eyes, "I love you too." He kissed you again and came with a grunt, his chest falling onto yours as he caught his breath.

He rolled off you and threw the condom in the trash and pulled you into his arms, "how was that?"

You smiled, "it was great, amazing in fact, I do think I owe you a blow job though."

Jax smirked, "like you said, we have all our lives. I love you."

"I love you too Jax."

Fin

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[mlmxreader]

Fed and Warm | Jax Teller x m!reader

@satan-incarnate-666 asked: can i req

"I didn't think I deserved you"

"Oh, great, he's gonna kill us both"

"C'mere, we can cuddle for warmth"

for jax teller x m!reader 👀

summary: both you and Jax have had a long day, there's only two things on both of your minds and thankfully it's not hard to achieve.

tws: swearing, smoking

The night was stunningly cold, almost to the point where two blankets and a dressing gown and a thick hoodie was not enough, and although your hands were far from warm when you finally got into bed, they found their way to Jax's body; he flinched, a grumble coming from the back of his throat as he shifted away from the icy feeling, but when he opened his eyes, tired blue meeting the soft gaze of the dull gold lamp, and realised it was you, he dared to crack a little smile as he moved closer. He could deal with ice if it was from you. So he relaxed, a soft grumble coming from the back of his throat as he smiled a little; rolling onto his back, Jax sighed as he properly opened his eyes, swallowing thickly and clearing his throat.

"Long day?"

You nodded, groaning softly as you snuggled down, pulling the duvet up to your shoulders as you yawned softly. "Extremely. What about you?"

"Yeah," he admitted with a nod. He wouldn't explain, he never did, he didn't need to explain what went on when you were off at work and he was with the Sons. "Got home about an hour ago."

"You have anything to eat?" You couldn't stop yourself, putting your ice cold hands just below his waistband, on his thighs so that you could steal a bit more warmth. The sudden cold made Jax flinch as he clenched his jaw and let out a soft groan; the sudden cold bit through him, tearing him apart from the thighs up for a moment.

But he nodded, trying to think what he had had earlier when he went out with Juice and Clay; it was some cheap family run place, good food and ever so filling, it had made him feel content and warm until he had stepped outside and been hit with the harsh cold air. Even with mostly leather on his back, he had been cold.

"Yeah, we went out... did you? Eat, I mean."

You wanted to lie and to say that you had, to tell him that you had had a nice big meal and that you were more than content and your stomach was more than full, but you couldn't bring yourself to; you knew Jax would see through it anyway, he always could tell when you were lying.

Even back when you were just teenagers, he could always tell when you were lying; even back when you were joined at the hip and so close that you even went to the bathroom together, he could tell when you were lying. So you forgot about lying, and instead pulled yourself a little away as you sighed. "I had dinner, but I haven't had tea."

Jax growled softly, gently pushing you towards the edge of the bed as he made his own way out, standing up in just grey jogging bottoms and a pair of thick fluffy socks. They were yours, but just as you had stolen his black hoodie, he had stolen your blue socks. He licked his lips, furrowing his brows as he swallowed thickly. "C'mon, I'll make you something."

You followed, biting your lip as you thought about how many times you had done this; even before he had asked you to be his old man, to be his boyfriend, you had been following him to the kitchen in the middle of the night for food for years. The night when you first told him you were queer, and had followed him out in floods of tears, only for him to press an energy drink into your hand and to stick a cigarette in your mouth; a silent reassurance that he still loved you, a slight smirk on his lips when he told you that he was, too. He still loved you.

"You ever think about the past? Y'know, our past?"

He still loved you even now, as he let you sit up on the counter and smoke his cigarettes, your hands shaking as you felt the biting cold begin to creep in all over again.

"I didn't think I deserved you," Jax admitted as he raided the cupboards for something, anything, to eat. "Back when we first got together. I always thought you'd end up leaving me."

"Well, Clay never exactly liked me much," you admitted with a soft laugh. "Even you gotta admit that."

Finally, Jax stumbled upon something; the bits and pieces needed to make a quick and easy load of spicy macaroni and cheese. Relief washed over him as he started to get it all together and make it. "Clay always said you were an asshole... y'know, the first night we spent together, I did think, oh, great, he's gonna kill us both."

You couldn't stop the laugh that escaped you, smiling as you shrugged. "At least your mum likes me, though."

"Yeah, she does," he hummed. "She did ask if we're gonna get married... told me not to fuck it up with you first."

You could see the goosebumps on his arm when he went to reach for the cayenne powder, making you frown a little as you tapped his shoulder. "C'mere, we can cuddle for warmth while everything cooks."

Jax nodded, standing between your legs and pressing his forehead to your chest, sighing heavily when you ran a hand through his long blonde hair, scratching those spots on his scalp that made him try and pull you closer; he would try not to fuck it up, try and keep you safe from rival gangs as well as the Sons as best he could. He would try, but he was more concerned with making sure you were fed and warm, first.

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[aravenamongcrows]

A RAVEN AMONG CROWS II: TAINTED WITH BLOOD AND SMOKE

Chapter 15: Low Hanging Fruit

Sydney and Tig continue to stumble their way through all of the truths that neither of them want to face, meanwhile Zobelle and his crew ramp up their tactics to takedown SAMCRO by proposing a tempting offer to the one man who wants them gone the most.

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