#jax teller fics

[georgiapeach30513]

Feels Like Sin

Summary: This isn't the life that you thought you would live, but Jax isn't going to let you go. You belong to him. ONLY him.

Pairings: Fae!Jax Teller X Reader

Rating: explicit

Warnings:  explicit language, explicit sexual content, kidnapping, chasing, a form of drugging, dub con, dry humping, voyeurism, unprotected sex, mentions of overstimulation, spanking, creampie, humiliation, obsession, secrets and lies, self mutilation (Jax), 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 5.2K

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You dig a small hole in the dank bag. You need air. Sunlight. And a way to process your fears of what was happening to you. Looking through the pathetic hole to see yourself moving in the wrong direction. Faeries of the Spring Court never ventured here.

Branches turn into gnarly thorns, and you squeak in fear. Kicking your leg on the back of the ogre that stuffed you in here. “Easy does it, you pipsqueak. The king will love you.”

“No!” You start to blubber. Where was your king? Steve would protect you. Or would he? Even he didn’t come into the Dark Court. He only saw the king when there was a meeting of sorts. So you were told. “Please, I’ll do whatever you want.”

“Suck my cock then,” his laugh bellows out before he drops you and the bag on the forest floor. You peek your head out, gasping for fresh air, but it is too damp. Fog hangs over in the forest, making it impossible to see five feet in front of you.

“Well go on, tiny,” his chubby little hands start to reach into his pants, and you slam your hands over your eyes, shaking your head no. “What’s wrong? You telling me you never had the shiny king’s cock in your little holes?”

“No, Steve never asks us to do that. Steve is kind, he isn’t like you!”

“Oh, bullshit. You are the most frivolous of the courts. All you do is fuck,” of all the lies in Collingswood, you had never done anything of the sort.

“That’s summer,” you sniffle, still refusing to look at him. You could feel his warm breath too close to you, and you try to shuffle away from him, but his sweaty hand holds tightly to your foot. “Steve doesn’t…he wouldn’t,” his finger tries to push your hand off your eyes, but you keep them covered. “No! I don’t want to look at your disgusting penis!”

“You’d rather be eaten by the Dark King instead of sucking my cock? I can find another flower faerie. You are the prettiest ones in the glen. So delicate,” he flicks his fingers over your hair, and you want to sink into the earth.

“You smell so nice. Have the prettiest smiles. Won’t you show me your smile, tiny?”

“I have nothing to smile about. You’re going to shove your disgusting penis into me, and I don’t want it,” tears flow out your eyes and you try to remember your warm spot beside the creek. A perfect spot to dance in the wind while your king smiled at you. He wasn’t like the rest of them. Steve was good. He loved and adored his court.

“Your king isn’t as precious as you want him to be.”

“He’s not kidnapping faeries from other courts to be fed on, is he?”

“He just makes his queen watch as he fucks his flower faeries.”

“No he doesn’t,” you scream, yanking your arms off your eyes. The oaf of a fae was sitting down in front of you. Invading your personal space, but fully clothed. You hate him for the lies that he spews about your court, and your king, “Steve would never.”

“You know nothing about your king. All faeries run off sex.”

“Steve runs of pure kindness,” his laugh bellows through the glade, but then he surprises you, leaning forward to touch the petals of your dress with an odd tenderness. Making you confused with the quick change, “Stop that!”

“We don’t get flowers here, pipsqueak.”

“All these thorns, and no roses?” He shakes his head no. His eyes flick up towards you before quickly looking away. “What’s your name?”

“Lee. Now get in the bag. Jax is hungry.”

“Oh, god, he’s going to eat me.”

“Most women would love to be eaten by Jax and his magic tongue. But he doesn’t eat flesh. He eats emotions. Seeing how his latest meal was stolen from him, I need you to be afraid. Suck my cock or get back in the bag,” you thought you were making some progress with the troll, but no. He is still threatening you. “Go on, little bit. I got a big cock just for you.”

“Oh my god!” Your scream echoes through the thorns, and Lee smiles when a shift in the wind happens.

“Run,” he whispers, and you don’t hesitate to jump up, sprinting as far away from him as possible. Too caught up in your tears to realize you are running deeper into the maze of thorns. And he laughs. Cleaning up his bag before making his way to his post. Chuckling at how stupid flower faeries were without their king. Predictable in their simpleness.

Jax licks his lips, already savoring your fear. His ringed fingers burn with anticipation. You wouldn’t be scarred or tattooed, but being scared was the next best thing. Your panting breaths pulses in his veins, and his eyes dart in the direction you were running. Right to him.

He was a drug, and he knew it. They all feared him, and yet always ran right to him. He hoped you’d only be as delectable as Andy’s human. You couldn’t be. She was damaged. She was supposed to be for Jax. He could feel it. Could still taste it.

He fakes a pout when he hears you cry out in pain. Flower fae were too stupid to wear shoes in his realm. But then again, they were never asked. They were forced. Remained here once their sunshine was drained. Ashamed to go back to their king that would hold them, and share his light.

But they were forever corrupt. Filled with Jax’s darkness, and willing to do everything for their king. Would serve him in ways that would be thought of as sinful. But it was just pleasure. Flower fae were not meant to stay in darkness. They needed their king and sunshine to bloom.

You gasp as you see his shadow stand up. Seemingly so much larger than Steve. Your comfort and safe space. He was terrifying. “Don’t run. You need your foot looked at. Some of those thorns are poisonous,” you gulp, finally pulling out the giant thorn in your foot, and Jax takes a deep inhale at the scent that permeates the air.

“You do suck on people’s blood,” you whine. Having to sit on the floor of the forest, and hold your foot. It hurt worse pulling it out.

“It’s all lies they tell about me, sweetheart. Can I?” Jax squats down in front of you, reaching for your foot. What other choice did you have than to extend it to him. He looks at the hole from whence the thorn was before licking his thumb and pressing it to your foot.

Instant relief. That is until you see smoke billowing off you, and the pain. Scurrying out of his grasp, you look at the scorched upper part of your foot, “What did you do?” He holds up his hands, and you notice the rings on his fingers had created a scarred effect on his skin.

Indented in on him and singed on every finger, “Iron,” he answers softly. “Makes me stronger. Makes the legends of me more fearful. Helps me feel my own pain when all I can usually feel is others. Imagine pain being something you feed off. You forget your own self and what it actually feels like. This helps me remember me. And now it no longer works. But my ugly hands remind people of what a psycho I truly can be.”

“So you do want to eat me?”

“Not you, you tiny little thing. Your emotions. The dark ones that Steve won’t allow you to have. What type of flower are you?” You grunt at him. You are getting tired of everyone talking bad about your king. Steve wasn’t anything like they were saying. He just wasn’t. He was good.

“Aw, did I offend you? What silly name did Lee call you? I was going to call you by your flower, but I’ll take what he said.”

“Tiny and pipsqueak,” every word is short and enunciated. You hate him. Both of them. You want to go home and back into the sunlight. Have Steve pull you up into his lap where he holds onto you, letting you absorb his warmth.

“Keep hating me, Tiny. Your petals are pretty,” you are a pretty little thing. Smaller than the others were. Adorable. Your fear was matched just as equally as your loyalty to your court. There was a bite to you. “What kind of petals are they?”

“Rose,” you stub up, refusing to look at him. He was a monster. You heard all the stories. Steve warned you about Jax, and why you shouldn’t trust him.

“Do you prefer that name?”

“I’d prefer to go home.”

“In time, Tiny. I am hungry,” you put on a brave face, but your lip trembles. Delicious. You are almost as intoxicating as Andy’s human. His human. She belonged with Jax. Andy hated humans. Jax treasured them.

“I think you and I could help each other. One quick taste, and then, I have a job for you.”

“Will I get to go back home?”

“Depends on how good you do. Now crawl over into my lap, let me get a little taste. It won’t hurt. In fact, it’s almost orgasmic,” you furrow your brow as you look at him. “Oh, you haven’t sat on Steve’s lap, huh? Had him stuff you full with cock?” You had sat on his lap, but not to do something as disgusting as that. Steve was warmth. He was change and growth.

You shake your head as you start to crawl towards Jax. Perfection. “It’s the best drug you’ve ever had,” he whispers, reaching over to grab you up, and putting you on his lap. You wince at the feeling of his rings touching your exposed skin.

His nose tickles up your neck as he inhales your scent. Flattening out his tongue he licks up the column of your neck before you feel a prick on your sensitive skin, and then dreams. Like there are clouds floating around your body. High and in a world of your own. Whimpering at the feel.

Lee peeks at you and Jax. Selfishly wishing it was his lap that you were grinding on. Your eyes are so blown wide with pleasure you didn’t even know what you were doing. Jax did. He moans right along with you. He bet you tasted like heaven. If there was one.

Your petals rise up and show off your glimmering skin. You had marks etched on you. No wonder you smelled like that. He knew it when he threw the bag over your body. You are special. Beautiful. Perfect. Immaculate. Different than the other flower fae he had captured.

“Ahh,” Jax moans, pulling off your body. Letting you ride out your high as you rode his stomach. “You need a taste, Lee?” Lee could be jealous, but Jax was generous. Waiting until Lee sits down before he shuffles your body on him. Biting on his lip as you grind down on him.

“She’s a pretty little thing, huh?” Lee nods his head as his breathing picks up. You are perfect. “She’s tasty. Wonder what the honey between her thighs tastes like? Maybe one day I’ll get to indulge. I have something bigger planned for her. I need humans. I need their ink,” Lee’s hand nervously tries to keep your thigh covered. Jax shouldn’t know about it.

“She’s adorable. While the veil is still open, I want her to entice broken humans to me.”

“But, sire?”

“You can accompany her, just don’t be seen. You might scare them. Enjoy your ride, and put her in my bed when she passes out from her pleasure. Poor thing never felt an orgasm before. Too bad she won’t remember it. But she will crave me,” his dark laugh bellows out before retreating into the thorns. Jax was always up to something. Lee could only tolerate it.

But for now, he was going to rub his hands up and down your thighs. Let you ride out your high for as long as you need. Beautiful. Perfection. Sinful. You’ll fit right in. Letting yourself go into darkness as your petals shift over your skin. Getting sight of your perfect tits as your nipples start to poke out.

Cupping both your breasts, his thumb rubs over the hardened buds, and you moan. Overcome with this new feeling. His finger and thumb close over each nipple, and he squeezes. Adding more pressure when you start to whimper. You like it. Love it. The darkness is already spreading through you. Spring shouldn’t enjoy even a little bit of pain. They were innocent and vanilla.

He wants you tied to his bed begging for him. But for now he’s going to enjoy the vision of your tits bouncing in his face and wanting more. More pain. More Lee. More darkness. He’ll give it to you. He’ll give you everything that Jax refuses.

“You get back here!” Lee growls as you run through the forest of thorns. Knowing where to duck and jump at just the right time. His goal was to keep you away from the king, and he’s succeeded most of the time.

“Argh!” He screams out when he loses sight of you. “You’re not going to like what you see!” His voice yells up into the sky. Shaking his head, he starts to sludge towards Jax’s palace. You’d brought him a human, and your deepest desire is to see what he did with the humans. Lee’s job was to keep you away from those creatures as Jax fed. He failed. He would pay. He is not looking forward to Jax’s wrath.

Slinking through the hallways, you listen to Jax’s deep groans. The screams of the human makes your skin crawl the closer you get. He has to be torturing her. Eventually murder her. Your morbid curiosity gets the best of you as you skip a few of the tiles, knowing that they would alert Jax to your whereabouts.

His door is opened a bit, and you have to peer through it. Watching his scarred back where his wings used to be. The skin is raised and still raw. Rippling with every thrust of his hips. The human woman’s hands start to claw into his skin, but he slams her hands above her head, growling something in her ear.

You can’t look away. You’d never seen your new king in such a vulnerable state. Completely nude with the woman. Unable to tell if she’s in pain or if those were cries of pleasure. Leaning into the door, it creaks and Jax turns his head. His minty green eyes locking in on you. His mouth sets into a frown, before he smirks.

Moving off the woman he turns her to look at you. Placing her on her knees before his hips slam into her backside. She is blind and doesn’t even see you, but his cold eyes stare at nothing else but you. Gnarling his teeth as he slaps her rounded ass, and you go to turn. “Don’t you dare!” He growls.

“You wanted to see. Watch it,” he chuckles as you start to step backwards, but your back hits Lee’s chest instead.

“I told you that you wouldn’t like it,” his breath is warm on your neck as he whispers right into your ear. “She’s enjoying it.”

“Why is she screaming then?” You can’t look away. It is horrible the way he is angrily jabbing himself into her.

“Pleasure. Some people get off on pain,” Jax’s hand wraps around her hair, and he forces her to look up at you. Make you see the recoil in her breasts. Her eyes are dead. “He overstimulates them before he ever enters them. This is what we call fucking. She’s so blinded by the over indulgence of pleasure she doesn’t even know where she is. Won’t remember coming beyond the veil.”

“He looks like an animal. He does this to all my humans?”

Lee’s hand slides over your stomach, pressing you tight against him, “Your humans?”

“I brought them to him. I bring them to slaughter.”

“They won’t remember much. He devours their sadness, their pain, and then he pleasures them with pain. They need him just as much as he needs them,” he moans on your neck. Unable to contain himself. You had started to roll your body with Jax’s movements. It isn’t as harsh as his stabbing, but it was just what Lee needs. Letting your tight little ass circle on his swollen crotch.

“They’ll be a new human tomorrow. Just flashes of a memory of this moment,” Lee sees Jax’s eyes flick to your thigh, and he stares horrified at your bare leg. Your petals had rode up, and the veining of your mark could be seen. Quickly he tries to pull it back down, but Jax knows what he saw. Lee has been lying to him.

Slapping at her ass again, Jax’s motions begin to jerk before he stops all together. “You want to clean me off?” He grins, pulling out of her, and he turns her behind to you. “You see how gaping I made her? Go on, darling, push it out.”

“Jax!” Lee shouts from behind you as you spin around, and hug yourself to his chest. “Enough!” Jax lets the woman’s body fall to the bed and he stalks over to Lee poking him hard on the shoulder.

“You’re too damn soft on her.”

“And you are bonded to her, and still want to embarrass her.”

“You were supposed to be watching her. She wanted to see. Wanted to see what my cock is used for, and now she has. You did that bitch a favor, Pipsqueak. She was in the depths of despair when you brought her to me, and now she has a high better than any fucking drug. She’ll go back with the humans as new woman. She won’t be sticking a needle in her vein, or having sex for money. She’ll have aspirations. You did a good thing,” his voice starts to calm, and the anger no longer right at the edge, “Pip? C’mere, darling.”

“No,” you mumble against Lee’s chest, “You’re naked, and smell of her.”

“Darling, I just want to hold you. It’s what you really need.”

“I said no!” You dare to look over at him, and his brows furrow. “I don't need you!”

“The hell you don’t! You’ll always need me, Pip. And you!” His gnarly finger points at Lee, “You have failed me, yet again. You have one job, keep the Pipsqueak away from my sessions. And you’re a fucking liar.”

“I’ve not lied to you,” he only wasn’t honest. He knew Jax would become obsessed with the mark on your leg. It was hardly noticeable. Nothing to get excited over.

“Withholding information is a lie, and punishable by death!”

“No!” Screaming, you turn around holding your arms out in front of Lee, “Don’t you touch him! I will tell Andy!”

“Don’t you dare scream your idle threats at me. He gets punished.”

“No,” you no longer scream, and Jax tilts his head down to look at you. “Punish me instead. He didn’t do anything. I did this. I came to find you because I needed to know why I couldn’t watch. Lee didn’t do anything. Jax, please, he’s my only friend.”

Jax’s hand goes to your chin, and he lifts you up to fully look at him. You grit your teeth as his iron rings burn your skin. You had learned well, and the urge he has to praise you gets pushed down. Now wasn’t the time, “I can’t hurt you, Pip.”

“And I can’t let you hurt him. Punish me. Do what you want.”

“No,” Lee pulls you tighter to him, but you shake your head looking at Jax. Your new king. And you wouldn’t allow him to hurt your friend.

“Please, use me instead of Lee,” Jax loved it when you asked nicely. Something inside of him stirs every time that your soft voice pleads for him to do something for you.

“Show me your leg,” Lee told you never to let Jax see your thigh, but what choice did you have now. You slide a petal over to the side, and Jax gawks at the vine that was fairly small. He sinks to his knees, and presses his nose against your thigh, sniffing up the length of the vine before his tongue flattens on your skin, and you push him away from you.

“Your punishment is to be in my bed every night. And you…I’m not finished with you, you miserable excuse of a man.”

“He is no man,” you remind Jax. “And neither are you.”

“Get this cleaned up, Lee.”

“I won’t sleep in the bed where you’ve had other women. I don’t want them on my skin,” Jax lets out a low growl, but his eyes move to the raw skin on your jawline. You took the pain. You were becoming part of his court, and still not growing weaker like the other flower fae. But, they would have already been bouncing on his cock. So you did deserve different quarters.

“Fine. Care to join me for a bath, Pip?”

“No.”

“Suit yourself. Lee, get used to useless work, you coward.”

“Pip, come here, darling,” you look across the room into the bed where Jax sits, shaking your head. “You get your tiny little ass in here, I feel we need to talk.”

“You won’t hurt me?”

“Do you remember our bargain?” You shrug your shoulders, walking a bit more into the room. Faerie bargains can be a bit difficult, and you aren’t sure about your own with the king of sly words. “I can’t take from you as long as you bring me my humans. Have I ever taken from you, Pipsqueak?” Shaking your head no, Jax lifts his hand up to you, wanting you to take it on your own.

“I haven’t. We have both kept our end of the bargain.”

“But…I’m taking Lee’s punishment.”

He pulls you in between his thighs. His fingers no longer clad with iron rings, and his hands rub softly up and down your legs. Gone is the pain you always feel when he touches you. No longer a scent of burning flesh. A permanent indentation from his self caused pain of wearing iron. His thumb toys on the line of your mark, and you push him away. “Don’t fight me, Pip, you will lose.”

“Are you going to make me?”

“Make you what? Take my cock? No, darling. I have no desire to squeeze myself in your tiny little body. Why do you want to take on Lee’s punishment? He failed his job, and he was hiding your little secret from me.”

“It’s not a secret,” Jax raises his eyebrows as he stares down at you. “It’s not!”

“Where did you get them? You let someone mark your body, and didn’t tell me. You know how I love the taste of ink. Where did you get it?” His finger goes back to the edge of your mark, and as long as he doesn’t drift up him higher, you’ll allow this space.

“I was born with it.”

“That’s impossible. Only…Pip, who is your father?” You shrug your shoulders because you truly didn’t know who your father was. But you aren’t lying about the vines. “Let me taste it.”

“No,” his stomach rumbles with frustration. You always denied him at first. “That’s why I bring you humans. Lee said you shouldn’t know unless you asked. You never asked,” his hands on your thigh, roam up to your hips, settling on your waist before he lifts you up, and forces you on his lap. Straddling him, and your mark pokes out from beneath your dressing gown. It was getting darker. Bigger. More vibrant than before. The color was just as dark as his own.

“Do I scare you?”

“You can’t hurt me.”

“I can’t take from you. You can give to me though. There’s the difference, my tiny little Pipsqueak. You should know to make your intentions clear when making a bargain. I could make you scream and beg for me to take from you just to stop the pain. You’d do well in remembering that. Touch me. Go on, touch me. Run your dainty little hands up my chest. We’re bound together, darling, I own you. I can do whatever I want to with you, as long as I don’t take from you. Not even your life, but there are things much worse than death. Touch me!” He screams right at your face.

Your hands slide up his decorated chest. Using your fingers to trace the outlines of his own tattoos. Smiling when he starts to shudder, and then you slide down his back. Rubbing the pads of your fingers over his marred skin where his wings used to bed. “Enough!”

He pushes you onto the floor, and buries his face into his hands, “No one ever touches me there.”

“Why?”

“My cruel brother had them ripped off my back. Laughed as I crawled away from him. People want to act like I’m the monster, why don’t you ask Andy how many humans he has killed. I have never once killed a human. I leave them more human than they were before. I was made to be the villain, and stuffed into this desolate forest of thorns, but I make due with what I have. Stronger than he ever could be because I allow the pain to happen. Pain makes us more…human,” peering up into his minty green eyes, you lean your head to the side.

Jax didn’t fear, but he longed to be human. Wanted to feel the way a human did. “Humans love.”

“I have no love to give, Pip. It’s why I feed off their emotions; it's something real. Not this too long of a life that we are forced to live,” Jax was the second oldest faerie in the glen. Only his brother was older than him, and you wondered just how old he was. What he has seen in his life. What he has felt. Once upon a time Jax and Andy cohabited together.

“What do you do with them…”

“Would you want to feel it?” His grin turns devilish as his foot pushes your thighs apart. Staring at your core, “You’re curious,” heat radiates from you, and onto his foot. You were more than just curious. You are quaking with the need to feel it.

“It will hurt. You promised not to hurt me.”

“My word is as useless as dirt. But I assure you it’ll only hurt for a moment.”

“And then you throw me away just like your precious humans?” He runs his foot up through your center. Letting his warmth linger over your mound, and you tremble. You had never felt something quite like that before. Although it was familiar.

“I’d never throw you away, Pip. That’s a promise.”

“Your word is as useless as dirt.”

“This doesn’t feel good? Doesn’t it make you want and need my touch? Shake your head no at me, I can feel your pulse in between your legs. Just sit in my lap, and I’ll show you how good I can make you feel.”

“I have stipulations,” gulping, you look up at him. You did want to know what it felt like, but there is something you desire more. “I will, but I don’t want you inside me, and I want to know why Andy did that to you.”

“Not tonight, but I will tell you. In time. If you allow me to see all of you,” standing up, you knock off the shoulders of your dressing gown. Letting the thin material slide off your curves, and onto the floor. Bringing your arms up to cover your chest, but he shakes his head no, “I said all of you.”

Dropping your hands to the side, he lifts up his finger, twirling it around, asking you to do the same. Taking one step at a time, you turn around. Baring everything to him. Feeling his eyes trail up and down your body, you shudder. He was looking at you like his next meal, “My beautiful tiny Pipsqueak,” his? Your breathing speeds up as you turn back around to look at him.

“Now, let’s put you to bed, crawl back on my lap. I’ll give you the smallest taste of my sin,” your feet feel like lead as you put one in front of the other. Crawling onto his lap, and his thumb goes back to your vine. Sliding up and down it, while also dipping lower to your core. “I should have asked you to spread your legs. Maybe I could have seen where this leads to.”

“Is it me, my body, or the vines that I have no control over that you desire most?” Giving a bit of a smirk, Jax watches as the vines deepen, ridges sprout along it with every grind you do over his body. Your brain might not remember, but your body did. Craved him, and the friction.

“They’re changing,” he hums, finally looking up at you. “Does this mean your darkness is blooming? Or are you going to deny me again?” You sit silently, apart from your heavy breathing. Gripping onto his shoulders, you bare down even harder. Letting your body give into the temptation and pleasure as you pinch your eyes closed. Going outside of your mind for a moment.

Jax’s eyes flick over to the door, holding those blue eyes as he bends closer to your bouncing tits. Giving a smile before his mouth circles around your pebbled peak, and you mewl. Moving harder. Faster. Giving to him what he has wanted, while he watches the man conflicted.

Lee goes from glaring at Jax to watching your beautiful body writhe over him. The tent in his pants is painful, straining against his clothes. That should be him. You offered yourself up for Lee’s punishment, and yet, here he is still being punished. Always. Jax knew the hold that you had over Lee, and he tortured him with it.

“Let me enter inside of you, Pip!” He begs, moving his mouth to your other tit.

“Tell me about Andy,” his sucks turn into a bite, and you laugh. Leaning back, you rest your hands on his knees, letting him view your tattoo even closer. “Then look at what you will never have.”

He doesn’t even care about the tattoo, just your puffy cunt that was on his stomach. He growls out your name as you move to get up. “You have no power over me, Jax. We’re bonded, but you don’t own me. Lash at me, spank me, do whatever you need to in order to pay for Lee’s punishment. We’re done for the night.”

“I said in my bed!”

I was in your bed, and now I’m leaving to get some sleep. You can have all of me if you tell me about Andy,” Lee’s eyes flash bright blue before he steps back in the shadows. You didn’t need him right now. You were doing just fine on your own. “Let me take your pain.”

“I don’t want you to.”

“Then suffer alone,” you whisper, grabbing up your gown before walking back to your own bed. Glutton for punishment. Jax would never get over it, and with that came his suffering. His downfall. His own living hell.

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Reaper's Crow.

🅦🅐🅡🅝🅘🅝🅖 Kidnapping, Gore, Abuse, Violence, Profanity, OCC, glorification of serial killings, mentions of sexual violence, smut, mentions of PTSD, Sociopathisim, graphic violence, torture, blood, gore, deaths, dark undertones, angst, slow-burn romance

▌This fictional piece is AU with very little amounts of canon. I understand if this fic isn't your cup of tea. Please do not leave hate comments. The story is set some years after season seven. ▌

"This is just in another series of bodies that have been reported to have been found butchered and dismembered. Two of the six bodies were confirmed to be Sergeant Robert Combs and Officer Micheal Llyod. Both were suspected to be in business with the Aryan Warriors. Police have put out a curfew for all Mottenhill residents to be inside their homes by seven p.m. We ask all residents to lock their doors and remain safe."

An ear-piercing scream echoed throughout the four-bedroom-two-story home. Drowning out the downstairs news report from the Tv. The sound of glass shattering followed by choked-up sobs and high-pitched squeals of agony bounced off the walls of the home. The commotion let death himself slip in through the backdoor like a dark shadow in the night. The rubber soles of his steel-toned leather boots pressed soundlessly across the wooden floor. The glimmer of his silver c-shaped daggers reflected across the floorboards as the six-foot-seven male crept up the staircase. 

"You stupid fucking bitch! I love you! Why do you have to make me so angry?!"

The reaper tightened his grip on the daggers within his hands as he edged closer to the master bedroom door. His target, the unfortunate son of a bitch stood with his back turned away from the door. Hovering over a blood-covered, badly beaten woman. Who looked more like a girl based on her size. She spat blood across the floor, and a few of her teeth followed. Tapping against the wood as they spilled. The man raised his foot up, no doubt getting ready to aim a kick towards the back of her head. Just as his foot started to lower…

The dagger shot right through his skull with a loud crunch. The leather whip attached to the handle of the blade tugged back. The man's neck yanked backwards as his large body fell onto the floor. The layers of rolls on his stomach jiggled due to the harsh thud. The blade roughly snapped open the bridge of his nose and dug upwards splitting the middle bridge of his eyes open wide. Blood splattering across the man's wrinkled face as his body jolted back and forth out of shock.The Reaper lowly whistled to himself as he walked further into the bedroom. His once bright eyes turned midnight blue as he looked down at his victim coldly. His breathing shallow as rolled the wire around his leather glover covered hand but ultimately yanking the blade from the man's head. Warm blood splattered across his shoes and pants. Something that felt as simple as rain falling on a gloomy day. Crouching down like a panther getting ready to indulge in its prey, he soon hovered over the dwindling body. First came snapping a photo on his mobile then he plunged the dagger violently into the man's jugular and rapidly yanked it across his throat. Viciously causing the mangled bones to disconnect from the spine and shoulders. With little regard to the blood painting his face crimson, The Reaper proceeded to take a plastic black bag from his pocket and toss the head inside. As he stood back up the sound of wheezing caught his attention. 

The woman weakly slithered herself as far away from him as she could. "P-ppp-ple" she attempted to beg as blood steeped from the sides of her mouth. Her sepia-brown skin is stained with crimson so much that he wasn't sure how many places she was bleeding from. She was tired of begging. Tired of pleading. And if this was her end, she wanted to plead for her life rather than plead for the pain to stop. It never did stop when she pleaded anyway. The reaper's left eye began to twitch as flashes of blood, stab wounds, and his cries of agony replayed in his mind. Tara. He dared not utter her name. His eyes closed for a moment. Wincing. WIncing away the painful memory. When he opened them again he looked around before making his way over to the bed. After snatching off the duvet cover he then B-lined towards her again. Now crouching down beside her he proceeded to turn her on her back. Which caused a sudden yelp of pain to escape her lips. Shoe parks embedded across her breasts and her collarbone stuck out of place. One of her eyes was closed shut and swollen with the size of a lemon. A large gash in the middle of her forehead.She had eyes the same color as the grease that used to coat his calloused hands. Eyes that held pain. A pain he was familiar with. A pain he wished to undone.

"Sorry" his voice was gruff. Husky with grief.

Snapping her collarbone back into place only caused a mouse-like squeak to leave her lips. She had no more fight left in her. Her eyes rolled back before they shut. Her breathing was shallow as he leaned in closer to her face. Not wasting a moment longer he draped the duvet across her body and cocooned her into it. Carefully picking her up, The Reaper cradled her in his arms. Swiftly turning on his heel, he retrieved the bagged head from the floor on his way out the room.

Disappearing like an Incubus in the night, The Reaper drove his GMC truck out of Las Vegas. He drove for miles until reaching his destination. Parking his truck out in front of the gated mansion, he grew comfortable in his seat and wrote on the plastic bag in red marker 'Stolbatch' before tossing it out the window. 

It wasn't long before he was back on the road. The road that once was his friend, his freedom, his sense of invincibility and thrill…until it wasn't. It'd become an escape route and pathway to the neck job. His attention turned to his mirror. He watched the battered woman lay unconsciously across his backseat. It's been a longtime since he acted on impulse. And now he debated on what he'd do with her. Where he'd leave her. 

'Christ Jackie…what'd ya gotten into now' an old friend's words played back in his head causing a grimace to flash across his lips.

Pushing those thoughts aside, the only thing now on his mind was to get the nameless woman taken care of and patched up.

Chapter Two.

[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.

[thisreadswhatever]

Only Mine: Part Two

find part one here

[description]: jax teller x fem!reader

[wordcount]: 2.2k

[cw]: 18+ only, smut, smut and more smut. unprotected p in v sex, oral m receiving, some almost getting caught tropes (kinda) and just jax having his way with you

[authors note]: so I wasn’t planning on making this a two part series but here we are! this is basically just pure smut but I owed it to you guys after that cliffhanger. thank you again to THAT anon for the fantasy that inspired this second part! it was too good not to write.

Your hands dug into the front of his leather cutte, weaving your fingers in between the cotton of his shirt. The only sound was the roaring of the bike beneath you, and the wind as it thrashed your hair into chaos against your helmet. You weren’t sure where you were going, but at this point you didn’t care. You squeezed your arms as they wrapped snug around him, tightening as he sped faster into the unknown.

Chibs followed just behind. They had been on their way to a Mayan warehouse earlier that night, before Jax decided to make a detour when he saw your car parked at the bar. When it was clear they had to go, you had begged Jax to bring you along. To your surprise, you had somehow convinced him. His dick was clouding his judgement, but you were both desperate to find an end to what you had started in the backseat of your car.

They parked the bikes in the back of a desolate warehouse, alongside a large empty truck. The building was fenced in with metal chain links and surrounded by broken security lights. From what you could see through the darkness, it was completely deserted.

Jax approached Chib as he rocked the kickstand on his bike as you waited patiently alongside his.

“Bobby and Juice on their way to the Clubhouse?”

Chib’s placed his helmet on the bike, “aye. Everything according to plan.”

“Alright, let’s get this done.”

Chibs placed his hand on Jax’s chest, “ye sure about bringing her? Could be here awhile pal.”

He knew he was right, bringing you with them wasn’t the smartest decision Jax had made tonight. He lit a cigarette between his lips as he walked back to you, “Just a straight forward drop off, Chibs. Stash the shit and get in the truck.”

Jax pulled you into him by the waist as you fumbled to undo the clasp of your helmet. His mouth pressed firmly against you, kissing you intently as his hands held your face to his. He watched you for a brief moment under him, your eyes staring up at him as he held your lip between his teeth. He broke only to smile widely down at you as he spoke, “c’mon, I got an idea.”

“We’ll be inside.” he called out, collecting a black satchel from the back of his bike. Chibs didn’t respond, only chuckling to himself as he watched Jax lead you away. “Kids.”

He pulled you through the warehouse by hand, obviously familiar with the surroundings. The building was dimly lit by a single light that shined from the entrance, just enough that you could see your feet beneath you as you walked.

You didn’t ask questions, just followed as he weaved his way through a thick maze of tall empty shelving units. He gripped your hand tighter as he pulled you into a small room cordoned off in the back of the building, housing the now derelict security unit and remnants of old office supplies.

There was a large display window that overlooked the majority of the warehouse, which would’ve been used to watch the ongoings of the building when it was up and running.

“Wait here.”

You obeyed his order, sitting on an old computer console that towered from the floor. It was just large enough that you could sit with your legs bent alongside it, straddling it beneath you.

The distant light was too far to aid in your sight as you attempted to watch him through the display window. Jax disappeared into the darkness of the warehouse. You could hear the sound of a door opening and closing from the opposite end of the building.

It felt like he was gone for eternity as you sat in silence, waiting for his return.

Suddenly an external door into the office opened, making you jump, and Jax re-entered, this time empty handed as the satchel he carried in with him was gone. He locked the door behind him. He moved toward you, now standing with his waistline parallel to your face. He was looking out into the warehouse from the side of the display window. “Just gotta wait for the pick up and then we’re out of here.”

“How long will we be? This place gives me the creeps.”

“Shouldn’t be long. Then I’m taking you home. We got unfinished buisness of our own, darlin’.”

Jax laid his hands to your cheeks, cupping your face upward to look at him. His thumb stroked your skin gently, as he peered down at you with hungry, desperate eyes.

“How ‘bout you just swallow my cock now to pass the time.”

You chuckled at his adavance, raising your eyebrows at the suggestion. “Here? What if someone comes in?”

Jax lowered himself down, forcing your head to turn on its side, as his lips pressed to your ear. He spoke slowly, unravelling you with every word. “Let them watch. I don’t give a shit. Your instructions earlier were very clear darlin’, you told me to take what’s mine. I’m going to take you, here and now. I’m going to have you where I want you, when I want you. You are mine to take, however the fuck I want.”

You nodded as he turned your face to his, your eyelids batting against your cheeks that were smushed beneath his hands. His thumb found entry between your lips and you instinctively opened your mouth wide for him. He smiled contently at how quickly you obeyed his silent demand. You held your tongue out, and he grasped at your jaw in response, turning your head side to side as he observed every inch of your face. “You are so fucking perfect. So fucking mine.”

You had never wanted him more than you did in this moment. You were prepared to beg and plead on your knees for his cock, you would do anything for it, and he knew it.

“Fill my mouth, Jax. Please.”

He leaned down to you as he unclamped the buckle to his belt, smirking against your lips as he placed them on yours.

He released his long length against your face, and you immediately took it into your hands. His head fell back as you stroked him intently, pressing the tip of his cock against your lips. You planted small, wet kisses against his shaft, as your hands caressed his erection. Once you’d kissed every inch, you took him into your mouth, forcing him in deeper as you pulled him in you by his unbuttoned jeans.

He groaned at the sensation of your wet tongue, circling his length before you choked at the fullness of him inside your mouth. There was nothing quite like gagging on Jax’s cock.

“Look at me when you take me”, he demanded. Your eyes trailed up to him as you swallowed his cock, drool dripping from your chin and down your neck. Moans escaped his gritted teeth and his hands entangled in your hair, collecting the strands into a ponytail behind your head. He tugged at the root to push you in closer, as he used your mouth over and over again.

“Get on the floor.”

You knew better than to question the order. You did exactly what he said, laying against the cold concrete floor that laid beneath you. He stroked his length as he stood above you, instructing you on every move to make.

“Take off your shirt and lay down.”

Once you were half naked on the floor, Jax lowered himself into you. His cock pressed against your waist, as he pulled down your jeans and panties.

“Spread your legs wide for me.”

Jax didn’t wait any longer. He encapsulated himself into your mound, opening your wet folds as he thrusted into you. A gasp escaped your throat as he entered, relief filtering through every inch of your core.

“Oh you’re still fucking soaked for me, babe.”

You couldn’t help but whine at the immediate pressure building between your thighs, desperately trying to hush your voice. It was near impossible to keep from screaming as the heat from your groin was burning to be released. You’d waited for what felt like forever since Jax had you in the same position in the backseat of your car, and the anticipation of being relieved was a feeling you revelled in. He grabbed your throat with his hand as you laid beneath him, your ass crushing repeatedly into the cold tile as he pounded into you.

“Remember what I told you earlier? While my face was covered in this perfect pussy?”

You couldn’t respond, let alone think of anything that happened earlier tonight. You groaned out as the length of his cock engulfed your insides, and hearing him talk this way was sending you over the edge. How the hell were you supposed to think?

“What’s wrong, darlin’? Can’t remember?”

“I can’t think straight- like t-this, Jax,” you admitted. You were staring into his eyes as he pounded into you, fighting the need for yours to roll in the back of your head.

“Let me help you.”

He sat you upright, his dick still embedded in your mound, as he lifted your legs, bending them against him. He pulled at your ass, bringing himself even further inside, the feeling of fullness overwhelming you. Your back was now arched against him, giving him full access to your clit.

“Fuck- not helping-“, you cried.

His hands travelled from your ass to your cunt, circling his fingers over the swollen nub, while he fucked you into oblivion.

“Jax- oh my go-“

He smiled as he watched you lose yourself in your climax, succumbing to his cock. His head fell back in pure bliss as he felt your orgasm squeezing him.

“I told you, you’re mine.” His cock pushed further into you as his hand tightening around your neck, the skin turning a shade of red at the force.

Your head nodded violently, “I’m yours-“ you somehow managed to muster out, your voice cracking under the pressure of your orgasm and his hand around your throat.

Just as Jax was going to unravel with you, you were interrupted by the sound of the main entrance door opening, followed by footsteps. “Did you hear that?”, you whispered.

Jax leant backward enough for him to peer over the display window. It took a moment for his eyes to adjust to the darkness to realise who the intruders were. It was Bobby and Juice.

“Is it Chibs? Do we need to go?”

Jax looked back down at you, sprawled half naked against the floor and completely, totally his. Seeing you this way, he couldn’t of cared who entered the warehouse, he was going to finish claiming you no matter who watched. He gleamed at the sight of your flushed pink cheeks and hair utterly strung awry, all the result of his doing. “Oh no, darlin’. I’m not finished with you yet.”

His cock found your entrance again, sliding into your dripping mound as he bit back a groan. “You feel so fucking good- taking me so well-“

You tried desperately to suppress your scream, failing as a squeal slipped through your lips.

Jax quickly placed his hand over your mouth, and you were thankful for the aid in silencing your whimpers. He roamed over your body and face, watching as pleas left your eyes, begging in desperation for another release. His lips pulled into a devilish smirk as he lowered himself completely into you, forcing his cock to push even deeper into your mound.

You groaned into his hand, his hips finding a way to submerge even further into your core. Jax was enjoying every moment of this, watching as your composure expired around his cock, while he never wavered, just holding himself there within you.

“You gotta be quiet for me now, darlin’,” he murmured slowly into your ear. “Can you do that for me?”

You nodded at his request, struggling to move from the weight of his body pressing against you. His hand tightened around your mouth as tears began to stream from your eyes, overwhelmed by the urge to stay silent against the extreme fullness you were enduring.

The footsteps grew closer, as Jax pushed deeper and deeper into you with each thrust.

You could hear Bobby lowly calling out, “Jax, where you at?”

He ignored his calls, focused entirely on you beneath him. Nothing else mattered to him but the way you felt wrapped around his cock.

He was relentless, repeatedly finding a new depth with each thrust into you. His hand stayed out against your mouth, and you bit at the skin to suppress the groans that couldn’t be muffled. He quickened his pace, and your fingers squeezed at the leather of his cutte as you found your final climax. Jax hunched his back, bringing his face to yours as he found his release with you, filling your aching cunt with his seed.

When he recovered from his end, he began to trail plentiful kisses from your chest, and up your neck. He paused at your jawline as he pressed a tight smile against your skin, nibbling at the flesh.

“You’re only mine.”

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[youvebeenlivingfictional]

27 + 50 with jax teller 🙏🙏

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Warnings: Smooches; fluff; implied sexytimes

“Where are you goin’, all dressed up?”

You look back to where Jax is sitting at the kitchen table before you turn back to pouring coffee into your travel mug.

“Dressed up?” You repeat amusedly, glancing down at your ensemble—a pair of jeans and one of his old shirts. “I’m just going to run some errands. Speaking of which, do you need anything?”

“What errands?”

“Gemma asked me to grab her dry cleaning.”

“Prospect can do that.”

“Clay said they’re slammed at the garage. I don’t mind, the dry cleaner’s is near the grocery store.”

“You’re goin’ there, too?”

“Yes.” You twist the lid onto your travel lid before you turn, leaning back against the counter. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but the fridge is basically empty.”

Jax nods a little, his gaze sweeping down your body before slowly tracking back up again.

“C’mere.”

You raise your brows at his gentle order, your hackles raised as he pushes his chair back from the table. You walk around to him, smiling as he draws you down into his lap and nuzzles into your neck.

“Babe,” You giggle, shifting slightly as he draws in a deep breath, brushing his beard against your tender skin.

“Can’t you do this stuff later?” He mumbles.

“I was about to ask you the same thing.” You squeak when he pinches your side, and turn your head to scold him, but Jax lifts his chin, giving you a warm kiss. You sigh softly, leaning into his chest and cupping his rough cheek.

“Okay…Okay,” You mumble against his lips. “I’m getting up.”

“Nn-nn.”

“I have to get going,” You insist as he breaks your kiss, trailing gentle kisses along your jaw as he slips a hand up under your shirt.

“You look good in my clothes,” He mumbles, “Look even better out of them.”

You bite your lip, squeezing your thighs together as he smooths his hand over your breast, thumb your hardening nipple through your bra.

“Jax—”

You suck in a soft breath as he presses his hips up beneath you, then takes your earlobe between his teeth and tugs it.

“The groceries can wait."

"You can wait."

"Maybe I'm not making myself clear, sweetheart." He grasps your chin, forcing you to meet his dark, heated gaze. "I can wait. I won't."

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Delusional (Jax Teller X OC!)

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You Were A Bet (Angel Reyes X OC)

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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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Request: Jax realizing he's still in love with you when you make sure the Irish take you as well as Abel so he's not alone. Backstory as Jax and you were dating, and he broke things off with him because he needed to see if things were still there between him and Tara. Please.

authors note: kinda switched around the events. takes place during season 2 finale

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things had been tense between you and jax lately. before, the two of you were constantly together. 

now, tara had been back for a good while and jax had broken off things with you saying he ‘wanted to see if there was still something there’ with tara. 

it broke your heart. but you loved jax so when abel was born, you just lingered around, offering to help anyway you could. 

gemma was grateful for you when abel came home. you were able to watch him while you worked. 

gemma insisted you become his full time babysitter but you couldn’t, not with jax and tara playing house. it broke you inside, but you loved abel so you kept showing up. 

sometimes, jax would confide things in you, things he knew tara would never understand and those little moments had you holding out hope. 

when the club went into lockdown because of zobelle and his men, you were obviously brought to the clubhouse. 

it was the first time you were going to be directly interacting with tara. 

you tried to keep to yourself and with abel but her staring daggers at you never helped. “don’t mind her, baby. she’s trying to intimidate you.” gemma said as she walked past you and squeezing your shoulder. 

you looked up at gemma and gave her a small smile. she kissed the top of your head, “i got a few things to take care of. watch abel for me?”

you nodded, “be safe, yeah?”

“always.” she smiled and kissed abel then you one more time.

tara walked up to you, “why don’t you go home and wait till neeta gets there. i’ll make sure you’re paid.”

you rolled your eyes, “i’m not a fucking babysitter, tara. i take care of abel because i love him and want to help jax out.”

“whatever. just go wait at the house.” tara said walking out the door. 

“sack, go with them.” piney called out as one of the other guys had followed gemma and tara. 

half-sack drive you back to jax’s house. the three of you walked inside. you set abel’s car seat on the counter. 

you were in the middle of saying something when the door burst open and cameron haynes walked in holding up a knife. 

you gasped and tried to reach for abel but cameron got there first, “don’t move or he gets it.”

you stayed still. when cameron held the knife to abel, half-sack lunged forward causing cameron to turn and shove the knife into him. 

you screamed as he continued to stab him. sack fell to the floor and you scrambled towards him, trying to stop the bleeding. but it was too late. he was already fading. 

“gemma killed my son so i’m gonna take a son for a son.” cameron seethed. 

“kill me instead! please. he’s innocent. he’s just a baby.” your voice was frantic. you knew jax would never get over abel dying. 

cameron took your words into consideration as he pressed the knife to your neck. “i’m going to take him and you’ll never find him.” he whispered. 

“take me too. please. or kill me and leave him. it’ll look less suspicious with a woman and a baby.” you could barely catch your breathe you were crying so hard. 

“fine. get up.” cameron ordered and you reached for abel. he tutted at you and grabbed abel’s car seat while grabbing his gun with the other hand. 

“let me get some stuff, please. some diapers at least.” you begged. 

“hurry up and no funny business or i kill the kid.” cameron ordered. 

you ran to the nursery and grabbed diapers. you pulled out your phone and typed cameron in a text to jax. you were about to send it when you heard cameron’s footsteps so you put the phone in abel’s crib. 

cameron walked into the nursery to see what was taking so long but you had already grabbed abel’s stuff and were walking out with a diaper bag. 

“walk.” he ordered. you walked back through the kitchen and looked at half-sack on the floor. you choked back a sob. 

—

“where’s y/n and abel?” jax asked walking into the clubhouse, scanning the room for you along with the rest of his people. tara was sitting up at the bar. 

“tara and gemma had to run errands so tara sent y/n to the house with the kid and half-sack.” juice answered. 

jax looked at tara, “why would you do that? why wouldn’t you just keep them here till i got back!”

tara’s face fell, “jax i-“

“save it. where’s gemma?”

“there’s been a problem.” tara started and went to explain what had happened vaguely. 

“and you sent abel and her home?”

tara nodded slowly, “i didn’t know if was going to escalate! i didn’t even know where we were going.”

jax huffed, “you just didn’t want her near me.” jax knew how much tara hated you but you would always be apart of his life, no matter what. 

jax left before tara could answer heading home. he was furious and when he got there his stomach dropped. he saw half-sack on the floor, “shit.”

“abel? y/n??” he called out and went frantically searching for the two of you. when he got to the nursery he saw the smudged blood from your clothes and your phone. 

he opened it and saw what you had typed. 

jax turned around and looked at the men who had followed after him, “cameron took abel and y/n.” 

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Down On Your Knees, Part 2

Summary: Time to be cleansed

Pairings: Jax Teller X Reader

Rating: explicit

Warnings:  explicit language, explicit sexual content, sacrilegious, sin, mentions of dub con, mentions of self harm, depictions of mental break, unprotected sex, PIV sex, voyeurism, implied corruption in the church, sinister elements, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 2.8K

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You stare out the window of your room, watching as everyone disburses from the service. You’re far enough back from the window, so most won’t notice you. You’re hiding. Even your mother only gives the tiniest glance behind her back. You swear you could see her smirking. Bitch. May she rot in hell.

You hoped that all the saints and angels cast their fiery gaze at her. They never do. It had been weeks of this misery. Five months since that night. Jax was an odd one. He was either getting too close to you, or running away from you. You’d never felt more alone. Running your hand down your bump, you look at your stomach. Not entirely alone anymore.

“Princess,” he is the only one that continues to call you that. He was odd, but that name was such a comfort. You turn to the side, looking at him as your hand runs over the swell of your stomach. “The baby is getting bigger.”

“Isn’t that what happens,” you answer, spinning fully around to walk to him. “What is my personal lesson today?”

“How to clean,” your face falls flat as you look at him. He had to be joking, but he wasn’t. “I need to set something up for,” Jax hated saying his name. Hated the way that his stomach bubbled and rolled just thinking about him coming here to see you. Had even told Jax that the bastard had to go.

“Oh. Him,” you could tell his presence sickened Jax, and you weren’t entirely sure. You were told he was interested. And didn’t care that you or your name was sullied.. “What are we setting up?”

“He wants to have a prayer with you. He’s asked that you set up a special altar,” Jax leads the way down the winding staircase, and you just listen. You aren’t even sure you wanted to leave the church. Well, once you could actually be seen out in public it might not be so bad. This place has become your home. Your own sanctuary. There was a safety in these walls.

“What kind of an altar?” You turn to look towards Jax, and when his icy cold eyes look at you, you have to look away quickly. Missing his grin as he watches you become uncomfortable.

“One to cleanse you. You are no longer pure. I — I’m sorry for being so blunt. He wants you to reclaim your innocence,” he stops in the sanctuary, turning to look at him. That is impossible. What is done, is done.

“I’m not sure I follow, Jax. I was used. I fought, and I failed. I carry my shame in my stomach, but he walks around freely,” Jax shrugs, tilting his head. “What is your worst sin?”

“I’d rather not say,” they never wanted to say. They acted like what happened to you was your fault. You were just in the wrong place at the wrong time, and had no one there to save you. Men could hide their sins, while women carried the sins of man around in their stomach. “I can show you how I paid for them. Would you want to see,” you give him a single nod, and he starts removing his shirt.

Twisting your body around, you hate the pull of needing to see what Jax was hiding underneath his clothes. It was improper for a lady to see a man is such undress, but your curiosity gets the best of you. Peeking over your shoulder, you gasp as you view the striped scarring on his back. Healed red welts all across his skin. His pain is something you can feel in your own body. “Jax, these weren’t properly tended to.”

He grits his teeth as your dainty fingers rub over the scars. Whispering a silent prayer as you run your fingers over the marred skin. He was even more beautiful like this. Vulnerable. And sexy. “How long ago?”

“Five months,” he grabs his top, leaving the robes laying on the pew, but covers himself with his shirt. His muscles ripples as he pulls the shirt over himself, and you hate it. You would have liked to continue to gaze upon his body like the mystery he was. Only barely, leaving the buttons undone.

“I lost control,” he answers softly. Jax refuses to look at you, remaining his eyesight on the floor.

“How?” It wasn’t so very different than things are now. You were the epitome of lust to him. He was failing his personal test having you there. Everything about you. The way your lips puckered out when you were confused. Or if you had a question you were afraid to ask, your tongue would dart out of your mouth to lick your lips. Your dresses hang on your curves so very differently now. It left nothing to imagination. As they formed to your growing body.

The dresses cling to your skin, and even with your baby growing, he had never seen anything more beautiful. You carried yourself so well despite all that was going on. You kept your anger and hatred under control. Said your prayers. He saw you. He had to peek in on your to see how your were fairing here at the church.

“How did you lose control?” You interrupt his train of thought, and he finally looks up at you.

“I let someone…I — remember our conversations about someone else controlling us?” You nod your head. His eyes drift down your front, watching your chest heave with the deep breaths you are taking. Pretty soon your chest wouldn’t fit in your dresses. You’d have to have new ones, or your tits would be spilling out.

“I have let people control me.”

“Through your thoughts, or is this a political thing? Often people in power can corrupt the good ones. You allow them in, and you can’t say no. The crown has lots of power Jax,” his light up and he nods his head erratically.

“Exactly!” His voice echoes in the sanctuary. He reaches for your hand, and grazes over your bump. He would make any excuse to touch you. “Exactly. These people…”

“My family,” you pull your hand from his, but drag it to your bump. Letting his hand lay flat on it, and Jax’s fingers splay out wide. Moving around your stomach, until he feels a kick. “Look how they controlled me because of this.”

“He’s a miracle,” you look up at Jax, but his eyes are only on your stomach. His other hand presses against the area. Smoothing around, and even dips too low. He wanted to feel every bit of your baby’s home.

“What did you say?” You question, and his eyes go out of focus as he thinks about the future of your baby. He was bred to perfection. Of purity and also the depths of sin. A divine plan was in emotion, and your miracle had set it off.

“Imagine the power. One time, and it took,” his hand gives the baby a little squeeze, reveling in the way the babe reacts to his movements.

“Jax, you’re scaring me.”

“He’s a miracle. This baby could save us all,” you aren’t even sure what that means. How could a baby born into sin save anyone? It had changed and destroyed your life in ways that you couldn’t fully fathom.

“From what?” You didn’t understand. He was talking oddly. “What can the baby save us from?”

“Them,” he looks up at you with wild eyes. “All of them. He’s not a bastard, he’s a miracle. And,” his hand moves too low on your body, cupping your mound, and you step back a moment. “I’m sorry. I’m…” why did you look so beautiful when swollen? Why was it taking everything in him to keep you pushed away?

“How do I cleanse myself?”

“Princess…”

“How do I take a man?” Jax gulps as he stares up at you. “A man took me, but how do I take my own?” You hoped he understood what you were talking about. You didn’t want to fiddle around with some stupid special altar. If you were to be used up, you should at least get to decide who had a part of you. You wanted to cleanse yourself. Not have some man believe that he could take away what was done. It happened, and you wanted that control back.

You bite at your lip before you turn to walk away. “Princess, you haven’t…the altar.”

“I won’t get a choice anyways. It won’t change. You prepare the altar. I’m going back upstairs. If he wants me used, what is another man? What better way than to use a holy man to cleanse me. If it’s not you, maybe there’s another?”

Jax walks over to a box of items before setting them up, just as strategically as he was told to. Laying each item down, and then steps back away from the altar. It would be there, in front of all the saints, and the eyes of God. They would be the witnesses as you are claimed for something even more. Greater than anyone could imagine.

Looking around the church, he takes stock of every statue, even symbolic figure, and has to clench his eyes closed as pain rushes into his head. The slithery voice he’d been pushing out of his mind blares inside of him. It was wrong. He couldn’t take any more.

Cleanse.

That wasn’t how you cleansed someone. You couldn’t change the past.

Cleanse.

He was just as filthy on the inside as you were. The only one innocent was the baby in your belly.

Cleanse!

Like a zombie Jax begins his ascension up the stairs. Mechanical and stiff movements. But instead of heading towards your room, he turns towards his. He wasn’t going to be told what to do. He had to prove himself worthy. He wasn’t some ordinary man. He was…

“Father Jackson,” you smile at him, dabbing a bit of the minty oil behind your ear. Your dress was gone, and you only had your undergarments on. Your belly is even more prominent when it is bare. “Peppermint has made me sick since that night five months ago. But oddly enough, I was told it would help with sickness. It does. The smell is oddly comforting now. I think the baby likes it.”

“What are you doing in here?”

“Did you know you have a perfect view of where it happened?” Your hand rubs over your bump as you look out the window. Giving your baby’s home a few gentle squeezes with your fingers as you turn to look at him. “Cleanse me.”

“How?” Jax knew what you were implying, but you had to ask. He wasn’t going to assume anything.

“I know you want me,” he shakes his head no, but you pick up his hand, placing it on your breast. “I see you looking. Hear you behind me, smelling my hair. The larger my bump becomes, the harder it is for you to look away.”

“In your tragedy there is beauty.”

“Make love to me,” even though Jax shakes his head, his hand cups your breast. Kneading the sensitive area until your pebbled peaks push through the thing cotton. His thumb rubs over your nipple, and he stares intently as it hardens under him. “I’m making this choice on my own. Fuck me.”

His soft touch turns hard as he pinches your nipple. His other hand slaps across your face, and he looks up at you snarling. “That’s what he did. He fucked me. He made sure that I could feel him long after the deed was done. Did it so well, I still feel him five months later. My punishment is the baby growing in my belly. What is yours?”

“You wretched little witch,” he drags you over to his bed. Sitting you on your knees, and he lifts up your skirt. You weren’t going to accuse him of something he wasn’t sure he even did. “You’re…wetter,” he says as his hand runs over your puffy folds. His eyes roll in the back of his head with how wet you are. Receptive. Reactive. Different.

“I want this Father. Cleanse me.”

“This isn’t…this isn’t cleansing.”

“I am telling you that I want you inside of me. This is what I want. I’m giving you what you want. The best way to fight temptation is to just give into it. You shouldn’t fight anything,” your logic was skewed, but your cunt was practically dripping in wait. You give your ass a little wiggle as you stare behind you.

“Please, Father. I’m on my knees, praying and begging that you take what was stolen,” he closes his eyes as he pushes two fingers into your drenched core, and you whimper. Keeping your eyes on him.

“You’re…this is a sin.”

“There are worse sins. This is what we want. I’m telling you, I want this. You have my permission,” you gasp. Jax slowly undoes his pants. Keeping your eyes looking at his member. He was aching. Denying, while you were begging. “No one has to know,” you assure him again. No one would know. You couldn’t become pregnant again.

“Stay on your knees, and beg for our forgiveness,” he chokes out, lining himself up. His voice mewls when he runs his tip through your folds. Squeaking as he pushes himself through, and you seethe. Tightening your muscles up while he continues to push through. Not stopping until he bottoms out.

Jax’s hands hold on tight to your waist before he draws himself completely out. Slamming back in, and your body lurches forward. There was no way this was his first time. He wasn’t holding out. His movements are too smooth. We’re all sinners, but Jax maybe sins more than most. It had to be why he punished himself. Why he made sure that the punishment was deep into his skin and would scar. He’d always carry those sins with him.

His thrusts are quick and hard, stabbing himself deep inside you. His eyes only look at where the two of you connect. Like there was salvation in your pussy. His eyes drift out into the alley way, staring at the spot. That brick is still there, and a mark remains as if your body had seared itself onto the road.

He couldn’t get that night out of his mind. It was like he had multiple views of the events. Watching it. Doing it. Praying over it. Nothing ever aligned. He had lost sleep trying to put the puzzle together. Nothing ever made sense.

“Jax,” your fingers cling to his bedsheets as you look back at him. He is beautiful. A fallen angel. Definitely far from being holy, but the way he touched you. How he made you feel. He wasn’t afraid of you. Didn’t fear being seen with you in your condition, and he loved it.

His hands slide over your tummy, and up your chest, lifting you up, so that your back is flush with his front. His pelvis still slams into you as his lips kiss up your neck. Ending on your mouth, and you slot your lips against his. Tasting the rich tobacco from his cigarettes.

A smell that once repulsed you, but you're claiming it back. His hips may be hard, but his hands over your baby are soft. Sweet even. No matter what happens, this was your choice. You decided this. No one could take it away.

“Forgive me father for I have sinned,” Jax grunts onto your skin as he races for the finish line. His teeth imprint on your shoulder, and he bites down hard causing you to scream out in pain, and also in pleasure. A flash of light from the heavens illuminates your eyes, and his room. An entanglement of sin, and you aren’t sure if you could be cleansed. But this…this was better than any cleansing.

You let him overtake you. Give into the dark side for a moment as you grow weak. Both of you are ignoring anything happening around the cathedral. Living in your own world of sin, but that doesn’t mean that others couldn’t witness it. Could see the two of you giving into lust like your lives depended on it. You didn’t want this to be the last time. You’d gladly follow Jax into the darkness if it meant that you had this taste of the forbidden fruit.

A man looks up from his carriage. The brim of his hat creates a shadow that covers his face. “One. Two,” he counts, smirking as he steps back into the carriage. “Looks like a different ceremony is taking place tonight. Opie, we’ll come back another night.”

“Sir?”

“Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven.”

“I understand,” Opie nods to the man before getting back on his seat. “Forgive them father for they have sinned.”

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[theesirenteller]

Reaper's Crow. 𝒯𝓌𝑜 ☞

Chapter One

🅦🅐🅡🅝🅘🅝🅖 Kidnapping, Gore, Abuse, Violence, Profanity, OCC, glorification of serial killings, mentions of sexual violence, smut, mentions of PTSD, Sociopathisim, graphic violence, torture, blood, gore, deaths, dark undertones, angst, slow-burn romance

▌This fictional piece is AU with very little amounts of canon. I understand if this fic isn't your cup of tea. Please do not leave hate comments. The story is set some years after season seven. ▌

"Well I figured it was about time you got a lady friend. She's fine now. No need to drain her eyelid again, it's all cleared up. Just have to continue to ice the bruise. Once her ribs heal up she'll be ready to get up and move again. What's her name?" 

"Bye Doc." 

"Aw come on-"

"Don't let the door hit you on your ass on your way out." The Reaper said sharply in his low, guttural throat. A Marlboro cigarette soon nuzzled between his pink lips. The flick of his lighter clicking as he flamed it on. The warm golden hue kissed the edge of the tobacco stick that caused smoke to dance in the air.

The elder doctor scoffed with an eye roll before grabbing his medical bag and making his way out the bedroom. Running his hand through his salt and pepper hair as he rushed down the narrow staircase and quickly rushed out the front door. 

The loud bang of the slam lock and door shaking from its hinges caused the bedridden woman to flinch and awaken. Her heavy eyes slowly opened. The dull gray midafternoon light peaked in from the black curtains causing her sensitive eyes to squint a few times before she had opened them once again. Her blurred vision began to clear as she looked around. The room, from what she could see─was modestly sized. Big enough to fit the medium sized dresser and bed she laid in along with a chair. A chair someone was sitting in. A giant man dressed in layers of black clothing was sitting in. He sat so casually smoking his cigarette as he watched her. His large, muscular thighs overflowed on the seat, making it appear smaller than him. The two eyed one another with emotionless expressions and unsure eyes. She recalled the night she saw him and suddenly her eyes grew wet. Her lower lids formed tear droplets as her lips pursed. "Who are you?...I-I don-t-t know anything", her voice horse as she strained words together.

She had first been met with silence. "I didn't save you to ask you questions, kid. I didn't come there for you." His voice was like liquid midnight. So sultry, so smokey. The words glide off his lips like butter and drew her in like a piperman's lullaby. When he stood up from his seat he made the room appear smaller than what it already was. The Reaper's appearance exuded strength as he was very muscular and tall. With the neck and shoulders of a wide receiver football player. Thick, golden eyebrows that were quite bushy and gave his icy blue eyes an intensely destructive look. He was made to destroy based on looks alone. His large hand grasped a bottled water off of the top dresser beside her bed and with ease he popped the top off. Luckily, she was laid upright so it came easy to pass it to her for nourishment. "What's your name?", The death dealer asked as he watched her take sips.

"I don't have one." She whispered after moving the plastic bottle from her lips. 

"Come on, Everyone's got a name." He replied roughly with smoke flowing behind his words.

"Whore." She kept her eyes on the bottle. "It's what I've been called since I could talk…I don't have a name unless that's it."

His left hand cupped her jaw. His hand was warm and rugged as he lifted her head with a careful touch as her eyes set on him. His left eyebrow raised "Explain. From the beginning. From your beginning."

The battered woman had a ghostly look flash across her face. Like a broken china doll. "I was created at a Hen house. A Hen house is where men pay to get 'custom whores'. Nobody can file a missing person's report or care about someone who doesn't exist in the rest of the world. Women are housed in large houses to get impregnated, those are called 'Breeders'. And the babies are sold off to whichever client pays for it. Some get sold at birth and some at different ages…all depends on what the client wants." Her lips turned to a frown before she took another drink of water.

"I came to my master very young. I don't know how young b-but i've serviced him since before i spoke my first word." She admitted. 

The woman's revelation─or girl he couldn't even be sure of, made his blood boil. His fists clenched tightly, so tight that his nails dug deep into his flesh enough to leave dents. The Reaper didn't reject killing Stolbatch. He only regretted not making the process longer. There wasn't much chivalry in his job but this was the closest he'd gotten to it in a longtime. Her sullen voice broke him out of his inner thoughts. "What'd you say?" he asked in a softer tone. More husky.

"I asked your name. You said everyone's got one." She replied.

"Reaper." He moved from his spot near the dresser and made his way towards the door. "You've been asleep for about a week now. I'll get you something to eat. Pain's gonna kick in soon and you'll be needing your meds." 

"Reaper." She called out from behind him, causing the giant man to stop in his tracks and turn his head to the side, "Thank you." her voice grew shaky as she fought back tears. 

He said nothing but nodded his head before leaving.

 It carried on similar to their first meeting for the next two weeks. She barely saw him unless he was bringing her soup and crackers or coming in with medication. Other than that Reaper was gone the majority of the time. He was a man of little words. He barely spoke more than a sentence at a time. She didn't mind it. The woman was settling into her own reality of being free. Whatever that meant. She didn't know. 

Today was dreary. Wherever they were it was cold. Cold and wet. The sky was shaded dark gray and raindrops danced against the window. Feeling stronger than she had weeks ago, The bushy-haired girl sat in the chair Reaper would usually sit at. Instead this time she had moved it closer to the window. Dressed in a plain white long-sleeved cotton teeshirt that fit her a few sizes to big, Her large breasts kept it from spilling off her shoulders, a pair of grey joggers warmed her lower half with long black socks, A heavy fleece blanket wrapped around her shoulders as she sipped on her sweet, hot beverage. Hot chocolate. Her thick afro sat on her shoulders and warmed her collarbone and neck like a warm scarf. 

"Dont'cha think it's about time you picked out a name for yourself, kid?" His baritone voice sparked behind her. 

"How about kid since you already called me that?" She replied with a squeaky tone.

Reaper chuckled and shook his head as he edged closer. "More like Mouse would suit you better." he muttered. He then took a seat on the edge of her bed beside her chair. Hunched over with his elbows on his knees as he ran his hands through his golden hair. Today, he was dressed in a pair of faded black jeans, bulky leather buckle boots that were stained with gruff dirt stains, and a black wool cardigan that hugged his large muscles perfectly, "Look at me…in the eye this time." 

Biting at her puffy bottom lip, she slowly turned her head and looked at him. She found it difficult to look into his eyes for too long. A fuzzy warm feeling would form in the center of her chest.  A heavy weight would form in her stomach that felt like a brick. Her palms grew sweaty. Her obsidian eyes stared into his bright sapphire ones before she narrowed her attention on the gray hairs that peaked out from his honey-toned beard.

"Scout." 

"Scout?" She repeated with an unsure tone. Popping her lips a few times as she repeated it. 

"Fuck, that's shit…uh…",His eyebrows knitted together as he curled his lips into a frown. "How about Birdie? Like free as a bird."

"I like Scout." She said quickly as she sat up straight. "Cookies…There were these cookies and I remember they were called girl scout's cookies. I used to eat them a lot."

"Okay." A smirk fell across his lips, "Nice to meet you Scout."

She smiled at him in return, "Nice to meet you Reaper."

The pair locked in their gaze at one another. A comfortable silence falling over the two of them as they stared. A fire sparkling in their stomachs as their eyes warmed. Only for that fire to be put out by the sound of his mobile ringing. Reaper's expression turned back to cold in the blink of an eye. Stoically, he quickly got up from his seat and left the room.

It'd taken Reaper awhile to come back but when he did he looked unsettled. Conflicted. "Where would you like to go, Scout?" he asked. 

She looked at him with a confused expression which made his eyes close and his nostrils flare. "What?" she asked.

"Where would you like to go?" He breathed out with his shoulders slouching. He suddenly turned and pulled open the top shelf of the dresser. Digging inside it before pulling out a stack of cash. "Look I don't know where you'll go but it can't be with me. You're free now. I'll give you some money and you can start over wherever you'd like."

Scout's eyes widened as she panicked. "Wait!", swiftly she stood on her feet and edged towards him as he turned around. Her heart starting to race. Tilting her head up and craning her neck back she looked up at him, "Look please just take me with you. I-I-I..I won't be a bother i promise!"

Reaper exhaled deeply and began to shake his head. "Look Sc-"

" I am as good as dead without you! Please Reaper, take me with you or…or kill me now because there isn't anything out there for me." Fat tears fell down the sides of her face as she wept. Wailing like a baby, like a scared child. It'd felt like he'd be throwing her to the wolves. 

The Reaper looked down at his shoes before looking up at her once more. He knew she was right. And a part of him couldn't shake the feeling that his life was going to go through another change. He wasn't looking for a partner but he wasn't going to push what he already welcomed in, away.

"So, where are we headed now Reaper?"

The Reaper let out a grumbling grunt before speaking, "Look, we need to set some ground rules since you're gonna be tagging along." He then proceeds to clear his throat, "Rule one; No asking questions, Rule Two do as i say, Rule three, do as i say and stay put without asking questions, and Rule four shut up and blend in. I work for some fucked up people in higher ranks of power." His facial expression grew stiff as he drove, "I used to think I had power. Law enforcement I thought had power. But not like these guys. This goes beyond Biker shit…outlaw shit…beyond it all."

His blue eyes caught her onyx ones as he looked her over, "We're just ghosts amongst the living; you and me." 

Scout began to slowly smile and reached out her fist. "Ghosts amongst the living, me and you." she agreed as the two bumped fists.

Character Visual : Scout

Chapter Three

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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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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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Only Mine

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[description]: jax teller x fem!reader

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[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

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“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.”

read part two here

[youvebeenlivingfictional]

Kinktober Day 5

Day Four | 🌹Kinktober Masterlist🌹 | Day Six

Pairing: Jax Teller x Reader

Rating: Explicit - 18+ Only. Any minors interacting with ANY of these Kinktober prompts will be blocked.

Warnings: Table sex/desk sex; enemies to enemies who fuck; vaginal sex; unsafe sex

 “What are you doing in here?” 

The question made you jump, and you whirled away from the bookshelf, dropping your phone in the process. You thought you’d be able to get some peace and quiet when you’d found the office, away from the party that had taken over the rest of the clubhouse.

You figured that if no one found you out, you’d be able to hang out there for the rest of the night. You’d hardly been there five minutes, and now this? Jax leaned in the doorway, hands tucked into his pockets as he waited patiently for your answer.

“Jesus Christ,” You hissed, irritation welling up at the sight of Jax’s smiling face. You crouched down, picking your phone back up and setting it on the bookshelf.

“Not in a party mood?” 

You shook your head, glancing over his shoulder. “It’s fine, I guess. I was just getting some space, that’s all.” 

“You mind some company?” Jax asked. Your brows rose as he stepped deeper into the room, shutting the door behind himself. 

“I figured you had all the company you needed out there,” You nodded back toward the door. 

“Saw you leavin’.” 

“So you followed?” 

“Wanted to make sure you were okay.”

“Real knight in shining armor. All you need now is the white horse.” 

“I’ve got the bike. Probably got some paint in the garage.” 

“Please,” You rolled your eyes, turning away from him. “You wanna be really helpful, tell me if there’s any booze in here. Or do I have to go back out there for that.”

“Depends on what you’re lookin’ for,” Jax drifted deeper into the room, rounding the desk. “If you want a beer, you’re gonna have to go back out there, but if you don't mind something a little…Stronger…” He gazed at you from under the sweep of his lashes as he leaned down, opening a drawer out of sight. “I’ve got you covered.” 

You watched as he straightened, a bottle of whiskey in one hand, a tumbler in the other. It wasn't ideal, but it was better than braving the crowd outside. You sighed before you nodded, muttering, “It’ll do.” 

You scooched back to sit on the desk, swinging your feet as Jax uncapped the bottle and poured a healthy amount for you. He held it out, then yanked it back before you could take hold of it. 

“What do you say?”

Your mood darkened as you held your hand out, warning: “Now.” 

“That’s not the magic word.” 

“Right fuckin’ now.” 

“You managed to get further away from the correct answer.”

You rolled your eyes, reaching out and snatching up the discarded bottle before taking a swig. His lips curled with a smile as you lowered the bottle, holding it with both hands. 

“Don’t worry, honey," He chuckled. "You’ll learn.” 

“You don’t have anything to teach me that I don’t already know.” 

“We’ll see about that.” 

--  

You had been happy to spend the night alone, but spending the time with Jax was…Surprisingly pleasant. You’d been certain that he would grow bored with you, but you found him inching steadily closer to you. He’d started at the other end of the desk, and just shifted bit by bit—as he topped off the glass, as he offered you a smoke, as he turned to shift something around on the desk. It wasn’t long before the two of you were pressed thigh-to-thigh. 

The first brush of his lip against your shoulder made you go still—but he’d been in the middle of turning, shifting something around behind yo. You were certain that it was a mistake. 

The second brush made you certain that the first hadn’t been a mistake. The third moved closer to your neck. The fourth was up against the hinge of your jaw as he slid his hand over your thigh, drawing up the fabric of your dress as his fingers skated across your bare inner thigh. Your eyes closed at the feeling, your stomach fluttering at the sensation. 

“Jax,” You warned softly. “I’m not some crow eater that’s just gonna get on her knees and beg.”

His chuckle was low against your ear. “You’ve made that very clear.” 

“So what do you think you’re doing?” 

“Changing your mind.” 

--  

“You know the magic word.” 

You weren’t sure you knew much of anything at that moment. You did know that he had your panties around your ankle, and the skirt of your dress shoved up around your hips; the straps of your dress were sagging against your arms; the neckline has been drawn down to reveal your breasts to him. His shirt had been discarded long ago, showing off his muscled, tattooed chest to you. 

For as much ire as it raised in you, you had to admit—every single damn thing you’d ever heard a crow eater say about Jax’s prowess was completely true. The man was a god in bed…Or at least, on the desk. He’d drawn you to the edge of your orgasm with his fingers and tongue, and you’d been so, so close that you’d nearly begged—but seeing Jax straighten up and undo his pants had made you wet your lips, shifting closer to him. 

You were still just on the edge, you’d been certain you wouldn’t last long once Jax eased into you…But he hadn’t. 

He was trailing the head of his cock against your plumped, slick pussy lips, watching you with a smug grin. He leaned in, rolling his hips slowly against yours as he brushed a tantalizing kiss to your lips. 

“Jackson Nathaniel Teller, I swear to god,” You gritted out, tipping your hips into his touch. You whined as he drew away again, letting your head loll back. “Fuck, you’re such an asshole.” 

“I may be an asshole, darlin’, but I have something you want.” 

Jax pressed tight against you again, his cock slotting against your cunt as he braced his hands against the desk, nipping your earlobe. 

“One little word,” He murmured, emphasizing each with a slow saw of his hips. 

You clenched your jaw, tipping your head to the side to catch his eye. That warm, smug smile was still on his face; you wanted to slap it off. But what did you want more? The satisfaction of slapping him, or to quell the aching need between your thighs? You sighed heavily through your nose, grudgingly mumbling what he wanted to hear. 

“What was that?” He goaded, turning his ear toward your lips. “I didn’t catch it.”

“...Please.” 

“Hmm?” 

“Please, Jax, please fuck me!” You whined, squeezing his hips with your knees. You thought he’d ask you to repeat it again, but he slipped his hand between your legs, guiding his cock into you. You groaned, bracing your hands besides Jax’s as he filled you. 

“Fuck, yes,” You breathed, eyes sliding shut. Jax turned his head, nipping your neck and sucking over the spot. You cursed under your breath, raising a hand to twine in his hair. 

“Don’t give me a hickey, you little shit.” 

He laughed, swiping his tongue over the stinging skin. 

“Why not?” He curled his arm around your waist, dragging you closer to the edge of the desk, drawing you further down on his cock. “Afraid everyone out there will know what we’ve been up to in here?” He tipped his chin up, making you shiver as he brushed his beard over the blooming hickey. “They’re gonna know anyway when I make you scream my name.” 

Before you could argue, he drew his cock back, then snapped his hips forward. You gasped at the sudden change in pace, tightening your grip on his hair. He pounded into you forcefully, the strength of the movement making the glass and bottle rattle on the desk. You turned your head, using your hold in Jax's hair to guide him away from your neck. You caught his lips with yours, slipping your tongue into his panting mouth. He swirled his tongue against yours, fingers pressing harshly against your skin as you indulged in one another. He leaned back just a touch as he broke your kiss, forehead resting against yours. 

“I can feel you,” He groaned, “Are you close?” 

“Mhm,” You nodded hurriedly.

“You wanna cum?” 

“Yes.” 

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, Jax, please, please,” You whimpered. Jax grinned, sucking his fingers between his lips before he reached down, swiping at your sensitive clit. The sudden slickness made you yelp, your hips bounding to chase the sensations. You bit your lip, quieting your moans as you came, tightening and throbbing around his cock. You laid back on the desk as the sensation calmed. Jax continued to gently roll his hips, his gaze sweeping desirously over your prone form. He leaned over you, smile widening as you trailed your hand down his chest. 

“Are you close?” You murmured. You felt so good—pliant, and calmed, even with the discomfort of the desk beneath you. 

“Nope.” 

Your brows rose, and you propped yourself up on your elbows, shivering as Jax’s hips continued to roll into you. 

“What?” 

“I told you,” He leaned over you, lips brushing yours. “Those people out there? They’re gonna hear you scream my name.” 

Jax straightened again, drawing one of your thighs up around his hip. 

“Better get comfortable, darlin’.”

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[nerdieforpedro]

Weekend Update 02/25/2024

Nerdie! You saw it right! He won! *hugs tightly*

Yes he did! 🥰 We're all so happy for him! Finally!

We're also buzzing about how he looks like he's on the cover of a romance novel. Maybe on a ranch, maybe in the 1800's. It's a pretty versatile look. He likes his deep V's....

As we all should. Also, I'm taking notes on that. *scribbles*

Anything new besides, well clearly pirate adventures?

Pirates have scurvy and Pedro is well nourished so none of that. Other ideas for his characters. Ezra and Pero might have scurvy though. I did manage to write some this week. It's been busy. 👀 Ugh...real life stuff. Nothing major. Just needs to be done.

Nerdie's fics:

Guiding Light (Ezra one shot - I was chatting with @lady-bess and had the idea for this. I always have Ezra in some crime. 😎)

Lunch is happening right? (Part two of my summer romance Javi G fic. Not sure how many parts.)

He told me his name (Din Djarin x plus size female reader) I wrote it after reading a new Din fic by @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin (will be listed below. I'd still call it moody because despite writing, I still have trouble with my vocabulary. 🤣 It is pretty though. I'm working on a follow-up since people asked 👀)

Can't win carino (Javi G one shot - for @i-own-loki because she gave me the idea and the moodboard so I ran with it.)

The Man Next Door (Jake Lockley one shot for @megamindsecretlair because she kinda asked, more like I asked her what she wanted in it. She asked for action and smut. I might try more action in fics later.)

Get a room you two and BONE (Part two of my Tim Rockford comedy series which now has romance? I binged too much B99, watched a bit of Castle and a few episodes of Kojak with my mom. The insanity will only increase with part three but maybe there might be some growth between Tim and Doc? Or a hippo.)

Nerdie I thought you said you were busy....that's six fics...

I was and some of them I had been working on for a while. I also had some insomnia (that lead to parts two and three of the Tim Rockford fic). Anyway, on to the main event! 😘

Nerdie's fic recommendations! or things I read this week. 😄

14 x kisses by @trulybetty (Jack Daniels x reader) Part of her 29 days of valentines for February.

Sorgan Girls Are Easy - Solo Din Djarin by @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin (the fic that inspired my Din - her Din has 100% more smut)

Half of you - chapter 3 by @foxilayde (Santiago Garcia x fem. reader) Slow burn series - love it and trying to read it slowly to savor it.

Falling for you by @toomanystoriessolittletime (Javi Pena x fem reader) A bittersweet read that had me wonder what was next but I was hopeful.

Sunday Naps by @javierpena-inatacvest (Frankie Morales x fem reader) More proof that cuddling with Frankie leads to wonderful things.

Poe Dameron falling in love with his shy best friend (GN reader) by @i-belong-to-the-stars What one hopes for if you're shy and you're in love with those curls...er Poe. 🫣

Mystery Strain by @rebel-held (Dieter Bravo x GN reader) All kinks are valid and who doesn't love Dieter with a belly? 😘

Bulletproof by @laurfilijames (Jax Teller x fem reader) She wrote poetic porn with feelings. I was overcome, titllated and confused.

A girl walks into a bookshop by @oonajaeadira (Ezra x fem reader) Soft Ezra with a bookshop, yes please! 😄

Beneath the mask by @saradika (Din Djarin x fem reader) A medieval knight Din...so where does one pick up the velvet dress?

Loneliness by @sirowsky (Pero Tovar x GN reader) Pondering Pero in your local Park? Highly recommended for Valentine's Day.

15 x cashmere by @trulybetty (Joel Miller x GN reader) What thread count was it that encouraged Joel to hop in bed in such a state? For my personal file. 👀

He sees you by @maggiemayhemnj (Joel Miller x reader) This writer will tell you she just loves words. I would argue that the words love her in a unique way that makes you see the things. 💜

16 x dance by @trulybetty (Tim Rockford x reader) I pictured him dancing with the reader in his trench coat. @secretelephanttattoo (El) is to the holsters as I am to the trench coat. 🤣 In my mind.

Quiet Moments Collection by @secretelephanttattoo (various Pedro characters x reader) It’s the small instances that you think don’t matter, that are the most meaningful.

Plus One by @always-andromeda (Frankie Morales x fem reader) Always a fan of two idiots in love, even with their spat.

A Strange Fate by @youandmeand5bucks (Silva x fem reader) Two people who came together because of life circumtances. Are they really satisfied?

A Beskar Valentine by @firstofficerwiggles (Din Djarin x female reader) Awesome username, it makes me giggle. Din will be ten steps ahead and still fifteen behind when it comes to matters of the heart. My guy is an overthinking champion.

Seven by @lokischocolatefountain (Javier Pena x reader) A simple discussion about children leads Javier to a drastic solution.

To be Explored Later by @legendary-pink-dot (Frankie Morales x fem reader x Santiago Garcia) aka Ms. Curls if ya nasty! 😘 Somehow I missed the gem of a sandwich. How the reader was able to think about anything is beyond me.

Red Light Glow by @missredherring (Lucian Flores x fem reader) This man has me and @rhoorl keeping track of his silk shirt and gold chain. We would accept his call. The guilt would go away too quickly if we felt it at all. 😌

Incarnadine by @iamskyereads (Pero Tovar x fem reader) This Pero has me swoon with his care toward the reader, his love of baths (I just want him to soak and relax - he's been earning coin!), and his word choice. This is another person that words appear to favor. 💜

Not like I fangirled over these writers this week or anything 👀

What on the docket for this week Nerdie?

Part three of the Javi G summer romance

Maybe...Roc & Doc part three I don't like sitting on finished parts but then I whine about having no motivation for the next part. 👀 I make no sense.

March is toward the end of the week so my March Spring Prompts will start! I scheduled the first six days I think. I got anxious about getting behind (which isn't the point of doing them but anxiety doesn't care) and did some in advance. I like how they're coming along and that they're short. Unlike this update. 🤣 They won't have summaries, but will have warnings, tags and notes.

And because I hear series and I think "I should start another one!" I decided to write an Ezra series. How did I happen upon our favorites prospector/scoundrel/reluctant father figure? I've been reading works by @morallyinept @maggiemayhemnj and @magpiepills

Ezra intimidated me because of his language, but actually, I think I'd get along with him because he puts on a persona with a great deal of performance. It's the audience's job to figure out if you're serious or not. Or at least that's how I approached him. 🤨 This could go badly. I stuck him on the bayou with an air boat and I want him to cook gumbo. *full delusional achievement unlocked*

Special shout-outs to @connectioneverywhere and @soft-girl-musings for sending me lovely asks this week.

Also to @inept-the-magnificent who called Tim Rockford her sidepiece and I am still very tickled. 🤣

This update was long 🤗 Hehe

Love Nerdie ❤️