#jax teller x short!reader

[holylulusworld]

How can the conversation be serious with him if the reader is shorter than him and he wants to maintain the eyes contact and tilts his head all the time?

The dirty thoughts ...

Jax smirks, and dips his head to hold your gaze. You struggle to maintain eye contact because he's taller than you.

He likes that about you.

The biker loves to imagine all the dirty things he could do to you to make you scream his name.

His favorite fantasy is you on top of him. Riding the life out of him.

He holds back a chuckle when you point your index finger at him. Explaining all the laws he broke again, and again.

Jax drove too fast, and you couldn't help but walk over to him when he parked his bike to scold him.

He nods while you tell him it's important to drive carefully. Jax tilts his head again as you crane your neck to look up at him.

"How about I promise to never ignore the speed limit again, and you go for coffee with me. You're invited."

You put your hands on your hips and search his face. "Pinkie promise?"

Jax smiles at your reply. "I guess we have a date!" He wraps his arm around your shoulders to guide you toward the bakery nearby. "What do you like. Cake, pie, or something saltier..."

[imaginesmai]

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

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

A pair of your panties on the chair.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh, Y/N. Come here”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah. Just – yeah”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[dreamlandcreations]

Made up fic title: We are what lies beyond

132 DAYS SINCE THE APOCALYPSE

26th near-death experience

17 working guns

9 supply runs that went wrong

5 groups of bikers working together in a fragile alliance

3rd attempt at building a sanctuary after the end of the world

1 man who gets you through it all

SEND ME A MADE-UP FIC TITLE AND I’LL TELL YOU WHAT I WOULD WRITE TO GO WITH IT

[lowman-ortiz]

Would anyone feel like doing a short about the sons reacting to someone they love (wife,gf,sister,cousin.) Blood sugar dropping?

[violentdelightsandviolentends]

Hi can I request a smutty 3/e/32 cause of the heatwave reader shaves Jax Tellers hair. She wears a tiny dress with nothing under it cause it's too hot. and while Jax is sitting there and she's standing in front of him doing her thing he's going insane cause of that dress and starts stroking her thighs n more which leads to sex in the bathroom 🥵🥰

Heatwave.

3. "Will you let me cut your hair?" + 32. "Can I touch you?" + e. Heatwave

Author's Note - this is a drabble written as part of my 500 Followers Celebration!! find that post here. my first ever Jax fic - god this man is so gorgeous !! anon, i hope you don't mind that i chose to cut his hair rather than shave it - because the idea of shaving his blonde locks breaks my heart honestly :( thank you for this request!! x

my other jax fic.

Pairing - Jax Teller x Female Reader

Age Rating - 18+

Warnings - smut!! cursing

Word Count - 890

Masterlist. 500 Follower Celebration Masterlist.

You can't watch him struggle any longer.

Jax is in your driveway, working on his bike in the blazing sun. He's shirtless, golden skin on display, sweat dripping down his back. He looks like he should be on the front cover of a magazine.

You can see him becoming irritated. His hair keeps falling into his face, getting into his eyes. He repeatedly pushes it behind his ears, to no avail. It just falls again. You're worried he's going to pull it out in a fit of rage, honestly.

"Jax?" you call, rising from the porch to make your way towards him.

He turns when he hears you call his name, beaming smile on his face. The smile falters slightly when he takes in the sight of you. You're wearing a short, colourful sundress, material swishing around your mid thighs. It hugs your body in all the right places, thin straps revealing your lack of bra. He takes a deep breath upon your approach, begging his mind to stop racing with the filthy thoughts.

"Hi, darlin'," he drawls, leaning down to press a kiss to your lips. You're wearing your cherry lip balm, and it takes everything in him not to bend you over the bike right there.

"Will you let me cut your hair?" you ask sweetly, throwing your arms around his neck.

"You want to? Thought you liked it long."

"I do, but it's getting in your way. Just let me take a little length off? It'll stop it from falling in your eyes."

He smiles at the realisation that you've been watching him struggle and could no longer bear it. An angel, sent just for him.

"Okay, baby. Let's do it," he says, kissing you again. Abandoning his bike, he picks you up around the middle and practically carries you inside.

You pull a chair into the bathroom and gesture for Jax to sit while you rummage in the drawer for the hairdressing scissors. When you find them, you move to stand between his legs, big blue eyes watching your every step.

Jax places his hands on your hips while you run your fingers through his hair, combing it gently. You're deciding how much to take off, surveying carefully. You know he won't mind either way, but you still want to make it look good.

You start snipping away, ignoring the beads of sweat that are dripping down your back. It's the hottest day of the year so far, and your air conditioning can only do so much. You wish you could walk around with your shirt off like Jax. He probably wouldn't mind, actually.

His hands migrate from your hips to your thighs, stroking up and down gently. He's making it hard to concentrate, so you double down on your focus, determined to finish the job. Neither of you say anything about the way your breathing has quickened, or the way his is now deep and laboured. His fingers brush higher, and you put the scissors down on the counter.

"What are you doing?" you question teasingly, placing your hands on his shoulders.

"Just sitting for my haircut, ma'am," he answers cheekily.

"Do you try and put your hand up all of your hair stylists dresses, Jackson?"

"Wouldn't dream of it," he winks.

His eyes darken slightly as they rake over your body, up and down. He wraps a strong arm around your back, pulling you into him further. The other hand is still tracing patterns on your inner thigh. He dares to move it higher, and lets out a guttural groan at what he finds.

"Fuck, honey. Are you wearing panties?"

"Nope," you reply, popping the 'P'. "Too hot."

He rests his head on your stomach and trails his fingers along the crease of your thigh.

"Can I touch you?"

"You are touching me, Jax."

"No, baby. Can I touch you here? Please?"

To emphasise his question, he brushes his fingers over your clit lightly. You jolt at the sudden contact, throwing your head back.

"Yes, Jax. Please."

You're suddenly grateful for the grip you have on his shoulders. Your knees are buckling already, balance unsteady. God, this man knows how to play you like a violin.

"No more teasing," you pant. "Need you."

How can he say no to that?

He's fumbling to unbutton his jeans, pushing them down his thighs. He pulls you forward so you're straddling him, and lines himself up. In one swift stroke, you roll your hips downwards and he slides home, both of you groaning.

"Fuck, darlin'."

"Shit, Jax. Please."

You use his thighs and his shoulders as leverage, moving yourself up and down. He thrusts upwards, meeting your strokes, sending pleasure prickling down your spine.

"This fuckin' dress," he groans. You giggle, and the vibrations drive him wild.

He can tell you're close when your hips start to stutter, rhythm faltering. He doubles down, thrusting up with more force. Jax bites down on your shoulder, and it sends you over the edge, white hot and blinding.

Your climax triggers his, hips not stopping until you're both spent and boneless. Your foreheads are pressed together, panting.

"I'm gonna buy you a hundred of these dresses," he chuckles.

"Fine by me," you reply, kissing him deeply.

"Good."

"Might need one with sleeves, though. Something's gotta cover this bite mark."

[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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Only Mine

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[description]: jax teller x fem!reader

[wordcount]: 2.4k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Later.” 

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

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

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

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

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

“Jax!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Get the fuck off him, Jax.” 

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

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

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

“Jax don’t be ridiculous-“ 

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

“I’m sorry, okay!” 

“Not to me, asshole. To her.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“First of all, no I wasn’t.” 

He chuckled, amused by your irritation. 

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

“I told you I was drunk.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Look at me when you tell me.”

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

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

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

“That’s my pretty girl.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Jackie boy! We gotta go!”

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

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

read part two here

[acewritesfics]

Beautiful | Jax Teller 

Pairing: Jax Teller x Winston!Reader 

Request: No. Find original here -

Synopsis: Jax takes his old lady out for the night.  

Warnings: Mentions of drugs, alcohol, swearing, talks of body parts, mentions of dressing and undressing. This was originally a Song-fic. H/C - Hair Color. E/C - Eye Color

Word Count: 2,186

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Jax beams as he watches the woman he's madly in love with hurry around their bedroom, dressed in her black lace bra and panties set, that just so happens to be his favorite, oblivious to him standing there, focused on trying to decide what to wear. His eyes scan her body, stopping on her ass, admiring his third favorite part of her body. 

He never imagined falling in love with Y/N Winston, the younger sister of his best friend, but something changed when she left for college. When Y/N left Charming for college, she was just Opie's annoying little sister; but, when she returned four years later, it seemed as though she had completely changed. She was now a woman, not a girl. 

Y/N settles on a pair of skintight black jeans and a flowing deep crimson tank top. On the bed, she has her leather jacket that he gifted her for her 21st birthday, laying next to her jeans.  She eventually catches him standing there as she slides her legs into her jeans.  She pulls on her top as he enters the bedroom, a bit disappointed that his second favorite part of her body was now also hidden from him. 

After giving him a short kiss, she walks over to her dresser and gathers up her make up bag and hair brush. "I thought we were going to meet up at the clubhouse?" 

"Church got out a little early," he muttered, his eyes following her as she entered the ensuite connected to their bedroom. He observes her brushing her H/C hair as he leans against the door frame. 

When she put down her hairbrush, he closed the gap between coming up behind her so they're back to chest. He slides his arms around her waist, his fingertips caressing the flesh on her left hip where his crow was inked before resting his hands on her stomach and kissing the side of her head. "I figured I'd be a gentleman and come pick up my old lady." 

"You'll be driving the cage," she quips as she looks at him through the mirror.  

"I know," He smiles looking back at her, his baby blues meeting her E/C eyes. He takes a step back from her as she starts to apply her makeup. 

They got it confirmed last week that Y/N is pregnant again, after speculating that she was a few days before hand. Aside from not being able to ride bitch right now, they haven't told anyone about the pregnancy yet. Being just nine weeks along, they choose to hold off until the second trimester, when the risk of miscarriage is significantly lower. The first pregnancy ended in a miscarriage at 11 weeks, and it wasn't only them who were devastated by it. 

Despite the fact that they are quite certain their family aren't buying into the excuse, they used her being sober driver as an explanation for her abstinence from drinking and riding on the back of Jax's motorcycle. They noticed Gemma, Opie's, Piney's and even Clay's suspicious looks when she would deny a drink or avoid being on the of a motorcycle. Y/N could tell Gemma was the most suspicious and that she was picking up on more than just those two things. 

Once Y/N has finished applying her makeup, she exits the bathroom to retrieve her jacket and put it on, with Jax close behind. 

"How do I look?" She asks as she slowly spins around, flaunting her appearance. 

He closes the gap between them once again, encircling his arms around her waist and planting a scorching kiss to her lips. He smiles as she responds kissing him just as heated as he was.  Nobody else has ever made him feel the way he does when he kisses Y/N. He knows he had the same effect on her as she always left him out of breath. He knew this because of the small moment after their kiss when her eyes remained closed and her lips pouted. 

Before letting her go, he quickly kisses her and doesn't say anything as he leads her to the car, locking the front door on their way out of the house. 

"I never answered your question," he says as he opens the passenger door for her but blocks her from entering the vehicle. She looks at him puzzled. "You look fuckin' beautiful," he whispers as he kisses her lips again before helping her into the car before getting in himself and driving to the SAMCRO clubhouse. 

When Jax pulls into the lot, the music is already booming from the speakers, there is already a strong odor of weed and cigarettes in the air, and beer bottles and cigarette butts are scattered all over the ground. He exits the car as Y/N gets out and meets him at the front of the car. He smiles as she slips her smaller hand into his larger one and laces their fingers together. As they enter the clubhouse, he brings her hand to his lips and gently kisses the back of it. 

As soon as they are inside, surrounded by patches, friends of the clubs, old ladies, sweet butts and crow eaters, Jax let's go of her hand and placed his arm around her waist pulling her into his side. A few people stared and scoffed at them, he was unable to control the smirk that grew on his lips. The women envious of Y/N and the men who aren't members of the club wishing they were him. 

Jax orders drinks from the prospect behind the bar before noticing Tig and Chibs sitting nearby. He leans close to Y/N to talks to her without having to yell, "Go sit down with Tig and Chibs, and I'll bring the drinks over." 

She gives him a quick peck on the cheek and moves over to the table where his SAMCRO brothers are seated. He watches when both men stand up and hug her before she sits down. 

He catches a few men glancing in her direction with hungry eyes as he surveys the crowded room. As his gaze returns to her, he suppresses the temptation to pound their faces into the nearest surface. Jax is unsure of what he did to earn her love, but he is glad that he did. He couldn't picture his life without her. 

Jax has only ever been in one committed relationship before he got into one with Y/N. Because of Tara's decision to go medical school, his ex-girlfriend ended their relationship but not without trying to convince him to leave with her. He'd been crushed and drowned himself in weed, alcohol, and pussy when he wasn't working his way up in the club. 

All of it came to an end when Y/N returned from college. 

After she returned home, a lot of things changed for him. Y/N became the reason he stayed awake and alone in bed most nights, her face being the one he saw when he tried to take another girl back to his room. When she wasn't with him, he thought of her constantly, wondering what she was doing and if she was safe. He had to stop himself from calling her every chance that he got  He existed solely for her and the club. Even though the guys made fun of him for being whipped, he didn't know where he'd be without her. He couldn't picture his life without her. He didn't want to. 

Jax brings the drinks over to the table and sits in the empty chair next to Y/N's handing her bottle of water to her. She leans in close to him, kissing his cheek once again, and whispers "thank you" as he drapes an arm across the back of her chair. 

"Hey, where's my kiss?" Tig is heard asking. 

"Not here, but maybe if you ask her," Y/N chuckles, pointing to a brunette crow-eater who is gazing lustfully at the club's resident crazy while wearing next to nothing. "She might give you one." 

"You might be right." He smirks, looking in the direction that Y/N is pointing.  He gets out of his chair and moves over to the couch where the crow-eater is seated. 

After an hour and a few drinks, Jax glances at Y/N as Chibs walks away, finishing their discussion. He finds her looking back at him with a small smile and love in her eyes. Now that they are alone at the table, he smiles tenderly at her as everything around them fades, Y/N becoming his sole focus for now. He didn't want to admit it, but she had turned him into a love-sick idiot. 

"How are you feeling?" She asks, concern in her eyes as she takes in the faint bruise on the side of his head. Moving her hand from his leg, she reaches up and runs her fingers through his hair. This afternoon he'd been hit in the head by some thug the club had to deal with, earning him a nasty headache.  However, it vanished when he took a few painkillers before church. His headache was returning, and the loud music was not helping. 

"I feel wonderful," he says trying to ease her worry and kisses her to distract her knowing she'll see right through his bullshit. 

"You're an awful liar." 

"I know." He offers her a small smile. "My headache's back." 

"We don't have to stay. I'm beginning to feel a bit worn out, myself." 

"Let's go home," He stands and offers his hand to her, helping her stand up also. They say goodnight to the most of the club members before Y/N makes plans to meet Gemma for lunch the following day. As they exit the building and walk to her car, Jax hands Y/N the keys. 

"Take these and lay down." Y/N offers Jax a glass of water and some pain relief she'd snagged from the kitchen on her way to the bedroom. As soon as they walked through the front door, Jax made his way into their bedroom, stripped down to his boxers and climbed into bed while she double checked that everything was locked up and all the lights were off. He takes them as she instructed and leaves the half empty glass of water on the bedside table. 

He doesn't move from his upright position while he watches her undress till she is only wearing her bra and panties. 

His eyes follow her once more as she walks over to his dresser and picks out one of his SAMCRO shirts before entering the bathroom. A few minutes later, she returns wearing his shirt and with her face make-up free. He continues to observe her as she removes her bra, pulling it from the sleeve of his shirt and discarding it on the chair in the corner of their room. He moves to lay down as she climbs into bed, facing him. 

"How's your head?" She softly asks. 

"The pain is starting to fade." 

"That's good. 

"How are you feeling?" he questions, cupping her face and caressing her cheek with his thumb. 

"Amazing," she says as her eyelids close, relishing in the tenderness of his touch. "Though I was feeling a bit queasy earlier." 

He rolls onto his back to reach his bedside table and switches off the lamp. Y/N moves in closer and places her head on his chest. 

With his arm around her holding her close, he kisses the top of her head. "I know I never tell you I love you as much as I should, but I do love you." 

"I love you too," She smiles. His spoken 'I love you's' are rare but he didn't have to say it for her to know it's true. Every day, in the smallest things he does for her, he tells her he loves her.  

"I don't mean to turn into a huge sap but you're the most wonderful person I know," He kissed the top of her head again. "I don't know what I'd do without you or if anything happened to you." 

"I hope we never have to find out." 

"Me too." He sighs. A silence falls over them but is soon broken by Jax. "We should get married." 

Y/N sits up looking at him in the darkness, a look of shock plastered on her face. "You wanna get married?" 

"Yeah I do." he admits. They've never had the marriage talk until now. They hadn't had the baby talk before she got pregnant both times. "We have a good reason to. I love you, you love me and we're going to have a kid." His hand reached under the shirt she was wearing, his fingers brushing the skin of her belly.  

She smiles. "Okay, let's get married." 

Jax smiles back and pulls her down to him making her giggle. He runs a hand through her hair tucking a few strands behind her ear. "You really are wonderful." 

"Just kiss me already," she orders him. 

"Sure thing, Darling." he laughs and pulls her into a passionate and mind-blowing kiss that was bound to leave both of them breathless. 

[filipfuckingtelford]

The Forbidden Fruit. Remastered. Final Part.

Chibs x Reader fanfiction. Obliously

I wrote the previous version long ago, now it seemes too short and flat to me. So I decided to write the new version.

Y/N is Clay and Gemma's daughter. Club's princess. Everyone in the club loves her and she treats everyone nice and caring as well. Chibs was seeing her growing up and never noticed what a beautiful yound woman she became. Untill one night.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 In Flames bonus

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Chibs didn't expect their stay in Stockton to be peaceful, having Pope as an enemy was dangerous without a dobt. But what happened to Opie was way too much. Jax, Tig and Chibs were broken, shocked, it was too unexpected, too stupid and too brutal. And Ope wasn't even supposed to be there with the three of them. He was staying close to Jax, to his brothers and he sacrifieced his own life to save one of them.

Chibs saw how heartbreaking this loss was for Jakson. He knew the two of them were best friends and that Teller would want to eliminate everyone who was involved. And Filip himself was ready to help when they will be outside again.

Soon enough they were released. Coming back home was nothing like it usually was. No party, no joy. They lost another brother. They've lost too many people because of the drug deal Clay started. And Chibs kept thinking that this man was still dangerous for the club and for his own family. He already hurt Gemma and there was no guarantee that one day he won't do something bad to Y/N. Not even speaking about the club itself. God only knew what he could do even now when he was no longer their president.

But it was all to think about later. Right now Chibs was in his room, he had shower and was now sitting on his bed, smoking. His hair still wet and he was wearing jeans and white shirt, his leather resting on the back of the chair. He was trying to cope with his emotions after loosing Ope and knowing that it was not the last call from Pope. He was tired, grief for one brother and worry for the rest of them consuming him. Filip took another gulp from the bottle but scotch had no effect on him right now.

A knock on the door made him frown and look up, distracted from his gloomy thoughts. "It's open" He said but still had no idea who it was.

Door opened quietly and Y/N stepped into the room. She was sad as well, her eyes red and swollen. When Chibs left to his room she was talking to Jax and there was only one topic for them today. But she smiled softly as she closed the door behind her and came up to Filip. Y/N sat on the edge of the bed next to him and took his palm.

Chibs looked at her confused a little, his mask was back on as he thought she might need his help and support. He was always like this, ready to help any of his brothers or anyone from the family not really paying attention to his own needs and feelings, not even showing those to anyone.

"Ye okay, lass?" He asked quietly. Filip didn't know why she came here but he was glad to see her, feel her close again. He missed it.

"I am. But I know you're tired, hurt and sad" Y/N said quietly and looked into his eyes. Her palm gently touching his cheek, thumb brushing against his scar. "And you don't need to hide your feelings from me, Filip"

It was usually so uncomfortable for him when someone was touching his scars or even paying attention to those so he stiffened at first. But her touch felt so soothing and Chibs relaxed, his eyes closed, leaning towards her soft palm. Y/N was not here looking for support she came to him to help him sooth his pain and ease his nerves. And she was probably the only human being who could do it.

"Why didn't ye stay with Jax?" He whispered quietly his eyes still closed. It felt like a beautiful dream and Chibs didn't want to wake up from it.

"Because he has Tara to take care of him. And I know you will be sitting here alone with all of your emotions and tomorrow you hide it all and show up looking as calm as always. I know what happened is hard for you just like for everyone here. You don't need to hide it" Y/N was still touching his cheek as she was talking, every word making his heart melt and squeeze with love and tenderness.

"Thank ye, lass" Chibs whispered and leaned down, his forehead pressed against her shoulder.

Y/N tangled her fingers into his hair, stroking his head gently. She was an angel, she knew exactly how he was and what he needed. She was perfect for him. Chibs wanted to tell her, confess his feelings but he couldn't. The moment wasn't right. There would probably never be the right moment. He couldn't lose what he had - her as a friend with telling her how he felt about Y/N.

Soon enough Chibs was laying on the bed, his head resting on her lap. Y/N was stroking his head, gently, carefully. He felt tears running down his face and for the first time in his life he didn't want to hide it.

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What happened in the next week was a sequence of hurtfull disturbing events. House invasions in Charming, deals with Irish, finding those who killed Opie. And at the end Gemma and boys were almost killed on the road. It left Chibs no time for anything else. All he was doing were club issues.

The next day after Gemma was attacked Sons thought they found out who did it. Everything was leading to Frankie. But he was nowhere to be found. Until the evening when Jax got a call from Nero.

Jax, Boby and Chibs headed straight to Diosa. They entered the building and it seemed empty but in the next room they saw Nero, who was tied to the chair. Frankie showed up before they could do anything, he was holding Lyla and made Sons to unarm and stand on their knees, his gun in poor girl's mouth. Chibs would kill him with his bare hands if he could but it was too dangerous for Lyla.

The bastard wanted money, but club didn't have that much to give him. Happily Nero did.

"Just take the gun out of her mouth!" He begged after Frankie agreed to take it.

"Hey Elvis, get up your fat ass and get the money" He pointed the gun at Jax and Chibs who were kneeled infront of him, their hands behind heads "You try anything I kill them both"

Nero gave Bobby instructions on how to find and open his safe and Bobby left.

"How do you think it will end?" Jax was looking at Frankie fearless as usual but man's answer made him surprised.

"This wasn't my idea, kid. Clay promises shit he can't deliver" Frankie smirked, pointing gun from one man to another.

"You want to tell me Clay was behind the break-ins?" Jax raised his brows.

"Come on, Jax" Frankie seemed irritated with the conversation "You know he will do anything to get his gavel back and his cash points"

"He sign off on you going after my family?" Jax still couldn't believe it was this way, even for Clay it was too much. And Chibs hardly believed it either. He was silent, allowing his president to speak and was just watching for a moment to trick Frankie if he'd get distracted.

"I never went after your family" Bastard shook his head pointing gun at Jakson again.

"Someone went after Gemma and my kids last night!" Jax raised his voice in anger.

"Now why the heal would I do that!?" Frankie was pissed, insulted with this accusation.

"Cause ye're the greasy scumbag animal!" Chibs couldn't help it, he hated the bastard and when the gun was pointed at him again he closed his eyes, waiting for the shot to follow, but it didn't thanks to Bobby who came back with the money.

Chibs opened his eyes watching his brother to drop bags on the table and being put down on his knees again. Frankie demanded the van Nero had and finally released Lyla to get him keys. Chibs was scared that he will take her or Nero as hostage but he pointed at Filip.

"Get up scotty" He said and Chibs stood up.

Jax tried to stop Frankie and he pointed his gun at Teller again. It was too dangerous to argue right now, the bastard could kill one of them easily.

"Jakie..." Chibs looked at his brother to calm him down.

Next moment Frankie tossed him keys with "You're driving" and Chibs followed him.

"You come after me, I'll kill him" Frankie promised, his gun now pointing on the back of Chibs' head.

"You're making a mistake" Jax warned as calm as he could. And it was enough for the bastard to shoot Lyla, grab Chibs and push him out of the building.

Chibs didn't know how bad the girl was hurt, he couldn't do anything to stop Frankie and stay alive. So Filip sat behind the wheel and drove where the man told him, outside of the city.

⊹──⊱✠⊰──⊹

It was already dark when Frankie ordered to stop the car, next to another one that was probably waiting for him to help him escape and cover his tracks. Chibs stopped and Frankie got out of the van. Filip hoped he would just leave but he came to the driver's door and opened it, making Chibs follow him to the side of the road.

Pointing his gun at Filip Frankie pushed him and ordered him to kneel again. Chibs was looking at him with rage in his eyes but there was nothing he could do. He kneeled, looking down. It was inevitable, he knew the bastard will blow his brain out, so as Frankie moved around to stand behind his back Chibs crossed himself ready to face his end.

He felt the gun pressed against his head and looked up, tears blurring his sight. All he could think about now was Y/N. He regreted that she won't ever know how he felt, how much he loved her.

"Hey" Chibs said, his voice raspy "At least ye could look me in the eyes befor ye kill me. Ye guinea coward"

He felt that Frankie was ready to pull the trigger. He was waiting, tensed. It wasn't the first time he was close to death but this time Chibs couldn't do anything at all to prevent it. Suddenly he heard the car horn as the driver in the second vehicle asked Frankie to hurry up. Filip felt a gun hitting his head and fall down, passing out.

⊹──⊱✠⊰──⊹

Chibs woke up on the ground several hours later. Feeling terrible headache he groaned and touched the back of his head feeling dried blood under his fingers. He sat up slowly and reached to his pocket. His phone was luckily with him still so he dialed Bobby's number.

His brother answered immediately and soon he found Chibs on the road.

"You're okay brother?" Bobby hugged him before they got into the car "Want to go to hospital?"

"Nah, I'm fine. Just a scratch. I wanna take shower and sleep" Chibs shook his head and winced with pain.

"Alright Chibby, but I'll stitch you up at least" Bobby insisted.

They came to the clubhouse early in the morning and headed to the club room where Bobby cleaned and stapled his wound quickly. All the time Chibs had a feeling that someone was watching him but there was no one around so he thought if was because of what happened last night.

"Thank ye, brother" Filip nodded to Bobby and headed to his dorm. He wanted to take shower, change his clothes and have some rest before they had to deal with anything else.

The knock on the door was heard right after he got out of the shower, so Chibs quickly put his jeans and t-shirt on and opened the door. He thought that maybe Bobby needed something or Jax came to see if he was alright. But it wasn't any of his brothers.

"Y/N?" Chibs asked, confused. It was so early and he didn't even know she was in the clubhouse.

She didn't say anything, instead Y/N wrapped her arms around his waist hiding her face on his chest. He felt his shirt getting wet with her tears but had no idea why she was crying.

"What happened, lassie?" Chibs asked quietly his palms resting on her back. He was confused and worried.

"I was so scared" Y/N sobbed and looked up at him. She didn't even bother to wipe tears from her face "I thought he'd kill you"

"Me? What are ye talking about?" Chibs frowned. How did she even know about what happened.

"Tig told me about Frankie" Y/N explained while he closed the door and made her sit down on the bed kneeling infront of her "I... I thought he will kill you and I will never have a chance to tell you..."

Chibs saw it was hard for her to find words and he didn't know what was going on.

"Tell me what? Lass, I'm okay, don't ye cry because of me" Chibs brushed his thumbs against her cheeks wiping off her tears and looking at her with surprise. He didn't expect her to worry about him so much.

Y/N touched his face with her fingers so softly looking into his eyes. "I love you, Filip" She whispered and he could see how scared she was.

"Ye love me?" Chibs asked as he could not believe it just yet. Maybe it was because of the head injury and it was all an illusion?

"I do... I loved you since I was sixteen, even longer I think" Y/N said never breaking the eye contact "I know you don't need it but after what happened I just couldn't keep it a secret. I don't want you to die and never know how I feel about you"

Chibs was hardly breathing at all while she was talking. His heart was squeezing with every word he heard from Y/N. Breaking with the insecurity he heard in her voice. How could she ever think that he didn't want it. It was all obvious to Piney and he only saw Chibs looking at this girl for couple of hours. But for her his own feelings were still unknown.

"Y/N... You have no idea how you made me feel now" Chibs took her palms, pressing his lips against her fingers "I love ye, lass. I loved ye before ye even left and I've never stopped"

"Why didn't you ever told me, Filip?" Y/N squeezed his palms with her fingers looking at him confused.

"I couldn't. Ye were so good to me and ye told me I was such a good friend, I couldn't lose it with spilling out my feelings to ye" Chibs sighed and stoop up as well as Y/N. She was here in his arms, she loved him. And he still didn't dare to touch her the way he wanted "I'm twise yer age, lass. An old broken outlaw. Why do ye want me?"

"You just don't see yourself the way I do, Fillip" Y/N whispered and looked up at him "Will you finally kiss me?" She teased with a soft smile.

Chibs leaned down finally allowing himself to kiss her. Her lips were sweet and soft and it almost made him moan with pleasure when he finally felt it after so many years of waiting. His palms were resting on the small of her back as Y/N pressed herself against him as tight as she could, her fingers sliding under his t-shirt and sending shivers on his skin.

The kiss once soft and gentle bacame deeper, filled with passion they both were holding back for so long. Chibs finally stepped back for a second and locked the door befor he lifted Y/N her legs wrapped around his hips, and kissed her again with a quiet groan of pleasure escaping his chest.

[rayslittlekitten]

I Almost Told You That I Loved You Ch 15

Chapter 14 | IATYTILY Masterlist | Chapter 16

A/N: Finally, a new chapter! Some recent events have inspired me to continue this so hoping it'll be smooth sailing from here. A short chapter.

Rating: T/M

Word Count: 1,466

Pairing: Jax Teller x F! reader

Plot: This takes place shortly after Tara leaves Charming. You start working at Teller-Morrow and an unlikely and messy relationship forms between you and Jax.

Contains: mentions of abuse?, marijuana use, protective!Jax

You wake up to find Jax’s warm body enveloping yours from behind. His soft and steady breathing is calming. After the two of you went back to his place last night, the sex continued but you can tell Jax was more cautious and careful with his words. You try to slip out of bed without disturbing him, but you’re unsuccessful. He stirs and pulls you in closer to his body.

“Good morning,” Jax says, feeling his deep morning scratchy voice vibrating against your back.

“Morning,” you reply as you turn over to face him.

“How’d you sleep?”

“I slept alright. How about you?” You pull the comforter up to cover yourself more.

“Guess I slept alright,” he replies, yawning.

He continues to stare at you for a few moments, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

“Are you feeling better?”

You break eye contact with him, feeling a bit embarrassed by what unfolded last night.

“Yeah,” you answer quietly.

“If you don’t mind me asking, why did you go all psycho on me when I called you…” Jax pauses, letting his question trail off.

“Psycho?” You chuckle nervously. “I’m sorry. I know I overreacted.”

You stare back at Jax for a moment before speaking again.

“My ex used to call me that whenever he wanted me to do something for him. Usually in a very condescending way,” you explain. 

“I’m so sorry,” he sincerely apologizes.

“It’s okay. You didn’t know,” you reassure him.

“I’m sorry about last night too. I let that prick at the restaurant get to me. Ruined our date.”

“You’re better than that prick,” you remind him.

He smiles while looking back at you. Leaning in, he cups your face and slots his mouth over yours, working towards a morning quickie before getting out of bed.

***

You and Jax have been surprisingly spending more quality time together lately, without any incidents. You’re like two teenagers in love. You’re starting to really warm up to him in a way you hadn’t expected. Seems like he’s doing the same with you.

“So what’s this one about?” Jax asks, pointing to your book.

“I don’t know. I just started reading,” you tell him. “But I think it has to do with a bird in a window or something.”

It became a bit of a routine of Jax asking you about the things you are reading and learning in school. It was refreshing to see someone actually take interest in you and your interests. He may not be book smart, as per his own words, but he has enough curiosity to want to learn new things. You’ve even let him borrow a book or two.

“Did you finish that other book yet?” you ask him, pausing your own reading.

“No, but I was able to get another chapter in before we had to make a run yesterday.”

“What do you think so far?” You bookmark your page and close your book, giving him your undivided attention.

“It’s actually pretty interesting.” 

You notice his eyes light up the same way he did on your first date when he talked about one day becoming President of SAMCRO. You know that Jax is capable of doing great things if he just applied himself. As he continues talking, a warmth starts growing in your chest, but he gets interrupted.

“Hey, Jacky Boy! Church!” Chibs jumps in.

“I’ll be there in a minute!” Jax tells him before turning back to you. “See you later.”

He leans in to give you a kiss and send you a wink as he walks off.

***

Saturday night rolls around and you both find yourselves at the weekly party at the clubhouse. A group of you are drinking and smoking weed in the parking lot. You try your first puff, taking too big of a pull and cough your lungs out. Some of the people laugh and giggle.

“Come on, guys, it’s her first time,” Jax defends you. “But you’re gonna be high as shit."

Jax smirks as you continue to cough, trying to get all the smoke out of your lungs. You pull away from Jax to give yourself some room and accidentally bump into someone behind you, making them knock the beers in his hands. You gasp hearing and then seeing all the bottles crashing down onto the asphalt, glass shattering and amber liquid splashing everywhere, including on your shoes.

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry!” you apologize, looking up at the prospect. In fact, it’s the one you’ve had not-so-fun interactions with.

“What the hell, man!” the prospect huffs.

“Hey, prospect. Watch where you’re going next time!” Jax steps in between you and him.

“But Jax–”

“What was that?” Jax cups his ear and leans in. “You’re gonna go back to get us a round of beers after cleaning up this mess?”

“She’s the one who-”

“Don’t bring her into this,” Jax cuts him off. “You’re the clumsy one. Also, apologize to her.”

“For what?!”

“Jax, it’s okay-” you jump in.

“No, he fucked up,” he interrupts you. “Apologize to her.”

The prospect glances at you for a moment before finally saying sorry. You shoot him a tightlipped smile.

“See, was that so hard?” Jax asks. “Now go fetch us another round and don’t drop them this time.”

The prospect rolls his eyes and walks away. The others laugh at him.

“Anyone who disrespects you disrespects me,” Jax tells you as he puts his arm around you shoulder.

“So what are you now? My bodyguard? My boyfriend?” you ask half-jokingly, leaning into him.

Jax stares at you for a few beats, taking his time while smoking his cigarette.

“Do you want me to be your boyfriend?” he asks before exhaling his last pull.

“You can never give a straight answer, can you?” you tease.

“Gotta keep you on your toes, just like you do with me,”Jax smirks.

You roll your eyes at him and return the smirk.

“Don’t worry, I was just teasing,” you tell him. “I’m gonna go clean my shoes.”

You lean in to give him a kiss and start walking away but Jax’s fingers wrap around your wrist.

“I’ll be back,” he tells the group and follows you, hand in hand.

“I don’t think I need to be escorted to the bathroom,” you chuckle.

“Yeah, I know.”

***

Jax finishes his cigarette while waiting for you to finish cleaning yourself up. As he waits in the hallway right outside, he feels a hand on his arm. He turns to the person and recognizes her. He straightens himself up and flicks the cigarette butt.

“Hey, Jax! What are you doing all alone here?” she asks, running her palm up and down his arm.

“Hey, just waiting for someone,” he answers.

“Perhaps waiting for me?” She pushes her body up against his, nearly falling on top of him and pinning him to the wall.

“Oookay! You’re very drunk,” Jax tells her and gently pushes her off of him.

“Yeah, you can do whatever you want with me,” she slurs and leans in to kiss him, but he dodges her.

When you come out of the bathroom, you find Jax struggling with a woman. He looks over at you and you raise an eyebrow.

“Am I interrupting something?” you ask.

“This isn’t what it looks like. She just literally threw herself at me,” Jax explains while putting some distance between them.

“Who are you, bitch?” the woman asks as she looks over at you.

“Excuse me?” you shoot back with wide eyes.

“Okay, get the fuck out of here,” Jax shoves her away towards the main floor of the club house. 

“How chivalrous of you,” you jest. “Come on, let’s get back to the party.”

As you start walking off, Jax grabs your hand and pulls you into his chest, his other hand on your waist.

“Hey,” he looks down at you, licking his lips. “You wanna be my girlfriend?”

“Are you asking me to be your girlfriend?” You tease.

“I’m just simply asking, do you want to be my girlfriend,” he answers.

“I don’t know,” you shrug. “Who needs labels, right?”

He smirks and chuckles, you giving him the same energy he gave you earlier.

“Touché,” he nods.

“Do you want me to be your girlfriend?” you ask.

Jax thinks about his answer.

“All I know is I really like you,” he admits. “And I like spending time with you.”

“I do, too,” you tell him. “You know, when we’re not talking about our exes and having a terrible time.”

“Yeah,” Jax laughs and nods.

“Whoa, I think the weed is kicking in,” you mention, holding on to Jax for balance.

“Come on, darlin’. I got you.”

Jax interlaces his fingers with yours and leads you back to the party.

[missacidburn928s-heathenhideaway]

Let Me Spell It Out For You

Jax Teller x Rockstar!Reader "Firefly" Ex Bf!Rockstar!Steve Rogers x Reader

Wordcount: 2599

Summary:

It’s Battle of the Bands Night at your local hole in the wall bar run by SAMCROW. You're currently dating their prez Jax Teller. Your lifelong best friend and first real love. Somehow your ex, Steve Rogers and his band The Howlies have shown up, vying for top spot and the cash prize. Such a shame they’ll have to go against you and your all girl group Serenity. It’s going to be a verbal bloodbath and you can’t wait to humiliate his arrogant ass.

Warnings:

Smut, Shameless Smut, Gratuitous Smut, Exes, Jax Teller Being an Asshole, Semi-Public Sex, Voyeurism, Accidental Voyeurism, Fuckboy Steve Rogers, rubbing it in your exes face, Teaching A Lesson

Notes:

Hello Heathens, I was feeling some type of way and well this is what came of it. Enjoy the fuck you Steve vibes. Songs lyrics used are in bold. All songs will be credited in the end notes :) HAPPY READING!

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The energy in the bar was none short of chaotic. Between the loud music, the alcohol flowing and the rowdy mix of bikers and patrons it was looking to be a night to remember.

“I can not wait to get up on that stage and destroy some wannabes!” Zoey practically shouts while strapping on her electric guitar.

“Nothing beats that high,” I smile devilishly. “Well except for sex of course.”

We all laugh as we hear our band being called to the stage. “Next up, Serenity!”

It’s the first round of Battle of The Bands Night. I’m not worried about making it to the final round and grabbing the cash prize. Most bands here are so fresh they haven’t performed as a group much yet. So that leaves us at an advantage. We’ve been thick as thieves since high school when we used to skip class and jam out in my garage.

Not wanting to blow our load on the first round we chose to start with “Becky’s So Hot” to show off our sex appeal and my vocal talents. I may be singing about Becky, but in actuality it’s about the time in my life when Jax was dating Tara when he and I were broken up. 

I wanted to destroy her for having the audacity to be with him. While at the same time I wanted to know first hand what made her so special that he kept her around as more than just a lay. The feelings were so conflicting, the only way I could work through it was to put it into a song.

Fine, okay, I'll say, I went and stalked her And I don't really blame you 'cause Damn, the waist, the hips, the face, this is awkward Are you in love like we were? If I were you, I'd probably keep her Makes me wanna hit her when I see her 'Cause Becky's so hot in your vintage t-shirt Ooh, she the one I should hate But I wanna know how she taste I kinda wanna hit her when I see her Becky's so hot in your vintage t-shirt

As we reach the interlude, my eyes catch the familiar frame of one Steven Grant Rogers. My ex and lead singer of The Howlies. Standing to his left, bass strapped to his chest, is of course Bucky Barnes. Steve’s best friend and cliché fuckboy musician. 

He happens to also be Zoey’s ex. This is going to be interesting to say the least. It’s been months since we’ve seen each other. Much less been in the same room competing to see who the better band is. 

It’s us of course. The Howlies are good. But they rely heavily on their good looks to fill seats. About 80% of their fans are of the female variety. Where ours is ratioed at about 60/40.

I turn to Zoey. She gives me a subtle nod. Acknowledging she’s aware of their presence and that it’s playtime.

I scan the crowd for my favorite blonde haired biker until I lock eyes with Jax just as the final chorus begins. I sing to him for a moment before turning my attention back to enticing the crowd into wanting to see more of us.

I sing the last line and drop a kiss to Zoey’s neck, as I stare down our exes. A challenge in my eyes. Tonight just got so much more entertaining.

As predicted, The Howlies make it to the next round. This time we were afforded the chance to watch them go before us.

They leaned full on into the whole sexy bad boy thing, playing “I WANNA BE YOUR SLAVE”. A song I helped Steve write. It’s a great song. Really gets the ladies hot and bothered. Never ceases to get them laid. Regardless of if they’re attached.

It’s cute that they think they somehow have the upper hand. I have more talent in my pinky finger than the lot of them combined. Plus all that feminine rage to go with it. 

With a whispered last line, the song is over. We wait for the next band to finish before we take the stage.

Where The Howlies went for a sexy hair band vibe for this round. We’ve taken the gritty and dirty approach by performing “Drain The Blood”. 

See we’re no one trick pony. We can growl and scream with the best of them. While still remaining soft and feminine at the same time.

This song always gets the crowd going. I can see elbows benign thrown and shoulders getting checked from my vantage point on stage. I just feed into the frenzy, hypnotizing the bar with our haunting harmonies over rough chords.

Another round in the bag.

As the night carries on, both of our bands make it to the final round. This is where we pull out all the stops and show them who the better band truly is.

Man is this going to feel great.

The time has come to begin the final round.

It’s just us and The Howlies up on stage ready to give one final performance each. Facing off against each other as we share a stage.

We flipped a coin and the boys won, choosing to go first. Steve saunters up to the mic as the familiar beat of “Tear You Apart” begins behind him. 

I’m not surprised they chose to perform this song. It really is their best. Get’s the girls going crazy. They may think they have it in the bag with his haunting tune. 

But they couldn't be more wrong. 

I watch from our spot at the back of the stage, as Steve swivels and sways his large body to the beat. Singing about crossing the line from friends to lovers. The obsessive need to devour and take control. 

He once told me that I was the inspiration behind the music. That he had hungered for me from the moment he met me. That he spent days just biding his time, his mind obsessing. Playing an endless loop of me smiling sweetly. My touches, innocent in nature, felt anything but to him.

I was fuel to his creative mind. The ache he could not soothe until I was unattached.

When I was free from that biker shaped attachment he made his move.

It was intense and volatile. Burning out as quickly as it was set ablaze. For Steven wanted my heart when it has always belonged to another.

He makes a point to turn his back to the audience and move his hips like a hedonistic Elvis. We lock eyes as he sings the last line.

Give me those Ocean eyes all you want, pretty boy. I will never be yours for more than the memories I left your damaged soul with.

If he thought singing that song was going to throw me off somehow because of my affiliation to it, he was more delusional than I thought.

Two can play that game. And I am far better at it.

We wait for the swooning women to settle down as The Howlies step to the side of the stage and take our places. I make a show out of lowering the mic stand while Zoey begins strumming the opening chords to “abcdefu”.  

I kept it calm and cute as I sang my own song inspired by Steven.

I swear I meant to mean the best when it ended Even tried to bite my tongue when you start shit Now you're textin' all my friends asking questions They never even liked you in the first place Dated a girl that I hate for the attention She only made it two days, what a connection It's like you'd do anything for my affection You're goin' all about it in the worst ways I was into you, but I'm over it now And I was tryin' to be nice But nothing's getting through, so let me spell it out

I rip the mic off the stand, turn towards The Howlies and flip them the bird as Zoey joins me in singing the chorus.

A-B-C-D-E,  FUCK-U And your mom and your sister and your job And your broke-ass car and that shit you call art Fuck you and your friends that I'll never see again Everybody but your dog, you can all fuck off Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah

The look on their faces is priceless. Our song is catchy as fuck and by the time we make it back to the chorus the crowd is already sing along with us. All the women who were drooling over them minutes ago, have now all tapped into their feminine rage.

It’s glorious.

We brought it down to just me and Zoey's guitar as I lightheartedly told them they could all fuck off for the last time.

There was a beat of silence before the crowd erupted and ‘Serenity’ chants began. It was safe to say we won the battle. This particular victory never tasted sweeter. 

After accepting our prize and bragging rights, we made our way over to the MC is holding court in their favorite booth.

As we reach the table, Jax stands up and grabs my hand. Pulling me along behind him towards the closed off hall that leads to the extra rooms. 

As soon as we clear the doorway, he has me pinned against the wall with his lips locked with mine in a fevered dance. 

He pulls away when we are both in need of air. “You are so fucking hot when your up on stage. Even more so when you're being bad. Tell me, darlin’. You wearing anything under these leather shorts?”

“Do you see any panty lines?” I quirk a brow at him.

He literally growls at me before dropping to his knees and untying my shorts. He pulls them down, over my ass and thighs until he reaches my knees. “I only need you to pull one leg out for this.”

“And what pray tell do you have in mind?” I ask as I remove my right leg from the skin tight fabric. Leaving my shorts to gather on my left ankle.

He rises to his feet, unzips his jeans and pulls his cock out. It’s rock hard and angry. A bead of precum perched at the tip ready to drop at any moment.

“Jump.” He demands and I oblige. He grips onto my thighs. Wrapping them around his waist as he slides himself inside me. Pausing when our pelvis’s touch.  

The stretch of my walls accommodating his thickness steals my breath away. 

We make eye contact as he pulls back and slams forward. I have to bite my lip from moaning out and alerting the bar to what is going on.

Jax ruts into me with the skill and precision of a man who knows all too well what my body craves. But all I can focus on is how amazing his dick feels inside me.

Without a care in the world, he continues to fuck me. He’s so engrossed in trying to take me apart that he doesn't hear the door creak open.

But I do.

I watch over Jax’s leather clad shoulder as Steve walks in. I gasp at being caught by my former lover. 

Jax turns his head to the side to see what’s going on. He quirks a brow and then turns back to me, pressing his forehead to mine as he fucks me even harder. Almost as if he’s taunting him. 

"Go ahead and keep your eyes on him, darlin’. Watch as he remembers what you look and sound like lost in pleasure. Watch what it does to him.” He states aloud.

I lock eyes with the heavily tattooed blonde Adonis spectating our coupling. Noting the heat and hurt in his eyes. He refuses to move along though. Almost challenging me to follow through and enjoy what is happening. 

Alright then, Stevie. Challenge accepted.

I turn my gaze back to the man who owns my heart. Whispering for only us to hear, “Do your worst Jackson. I’m so close, baby. Go ahead and destroy me. Remind the whole bar who I belong to. Then we can get some good food on the way home and then get lost in each other all over again.”

I feel his chest vibrate against mine as he hums his satisfaction with my suggestion.

He pulls his hips back until just his tip remains cushioned by my slightly swollen lips. He takes a moment to turn my head toward a stoic Steve, still taking up space in the small hallway.

“Don’t you dare hold a single moan in. Let them all know. Especially him, why we’re so good together. Understand.” Jax commands.

I barely have a moment to nod my head in agreement before he snaps his hips forward and sinks back deep inside me. A moan escaping my throat at the feeling of being so full once again, so intensely.

Mind set on staking his claim for the whole bar to hear, Jax sets a ruthless pace. My eyes catch the ocean blues of Steve’s once more. 

The lust is clear, seemingly overshadowing the hurt for the time being. I don’t shy away from their harshness. I lean into it. Allowing it to fuel the flames of my impending orgasm.

He can be jealous and angry about the current situation all he wants. It won’t change a thing. Hopefully this little display will finally kill whatever thread of us being together he’s holding on to.

I put the thoughts of Steve aside. Focusing on the man between my thighs, thoroughly taking me apart. Placing every bit of love into each wicked thrust. He does that thing I love with his hips. Pivoting them a certain way that allows his tip to graze against my sweet spongy spot. 

It’s like a direct line to my climax. With each pass I can feel the coil tighten and a tingle begin at the base of my spine down to my toes. 

I’m panting and whimpering, uncaring of my surroundings. I can barely make out Jax’s encouraging words in my ear of how I'm a good girl. That I’m taking him so well.

With a well placed thrust, followed by a grind that has his belt buckle teasing my clit. I give in and succumb to the pleasure of my orgasm taking over me. I sound loud even to myself, as a guttural moan fills the air. I’m barely aware of Jax’s name being screamed out, along with the words yes and oh fuck on repeat.

I can just make out his own roar as he loses himself inside me. Filling me to the brim while he growls sweet praises in my ear as the world seems to fade away. 

I have no idea when I closed my eyes, but upon opening them, I see that we are alone again.

Jax takes that moment to grab my chin and lay the softest kiss to my lips. I can’t help but lean into the sweet gesture.

“Come on, darlin’. I’ve been told I need to feed my girl some greasy food before we settle in for the night.”

He helps me back into my shorts before pulling open the door that heads back into the bar. A ruckus of applause meets us as we navigate around the drunken bikers to the exit. Hoots, hollers and whistles follow us out into the night as we climb onto his bike and make our way home.

Notes:

Songs used in this story. I do not own any of the rights these tracks. Please go give each artist a listen. Becky's So Hot - Fletcher I WANNA BE YOUR SLAVE - Maneskin Drain The Blood - The Distillers Tear You Apart - She Wants Revenge abcdefu (angrier) - GAYLE If you made it to the end, THANK YOU! If you liked it please feel free to let me know (but it's not required); and if you didn't, that's okay too, I still thank you for even giving it a chance.

[calif0rnia-lovers]

kiss it better 03.

pairing: jax teller x black!reader | warning: not much in this chapter tbh

sum: you’re back in charming. perfect timing for a storm is brewing. jax teller has an unquenchable thirst for vengeance.

chapter 02.

The moment he comes to Jax knows he has overslept.

The sun was bright, slowly creeping toward the center of the sky. Its rays slipped through the thin curtains casting a glow across the bedroom.

Despite resting for ten hours, Jax’s body remains bogged by exhaustion. Ten hours paled to the amount of sleep needed for his body to replenish the remaining hours of his sleep deficit. His mind attempts to drift to the cellphone across the room. His slumber meant there were unanswered calls and messages waiting for his attention. Jax nuzzles his face back into the inviting warmth of his pillow.

The rise and fall of his pillow come in a steady rhythm, one that could easily lull him back to sleep.

His eyes open to find you asleep. Your bodies had remained close throughout the night. In the center of the bed, you had somehow managed not to be awoken by the sunlight filling the room.

Jax blinks, part of him thinking you would be gone once the action was over. The last few days had passed in an endless blur of moments. He wouldn’t be surprised if the image of you were an evil illusion summoned by his sleep-deprived senses.

Now he is awake, Jax wonders how the news of Opie’s passing reached you. When he was released, his first instinct was to call you. Not Gemma, but you.

He would have, but he knew the number he’d spent years committing to memory was disconnected. The pain he’d felt deep within his chest when he’d first dialed the number to no avail was one he’d never experienced. Its initial impact was sharp, coming as fast as it left. Soon, the sharp pain subsided, melting into an unnatural, soft dull pain that lingered for days. The ache was temporarily forgotten as Jax tackled the fires of his day. It returned to the front of his mind when he had a moment of downtime.

It took him nearly a month after your departure to learn the meaning of the pain resonating in his chest. It was the soft and slow tearing of his heart.

He’d spent months angry at you, the bitter hatred of your decision to sever all ties with him spilling into every aspect of his life. His temper nipped short, leading to Jax butting heads with everyone who stepped foot in his direction. As the exhaustion of being angry wore off, he started the chase of distraction.

Days packed full of tasks for him to complete. The list ran from the rising to the setting of the sun. The moment the list was complete, Jax was rewarded with a night of decadence. A dangerous cocktail of alcohol and heated moments with Lisa.

The vicious cycle was endless, but it kept Jax distracted from the dull pain in his chest.

When his eyes return to your face, Jax finds your gaze focused on him.

“Mornin',” he whispered softly.

“You look like shit,” you manage.

The soft smile your words sparks brings your touch to the warmth of his cheek.

“Trust me, I feel like it.”

You could echo the sentiment, but your voice is trapped in your throat. The soft smile on Jax's lips had faded slowly, his expression inscrutable. His eyes met yours before moving down to your lips.

His gaze pinned you in place, the air leaving your lungs as his touch grazed your cheek. It was a look you had encountered a handful of times in his presence. Each time, Jax had mustered enough willpower to suppress it. As his thumb dragged over your bottom lip, you realized he had no intention of pulling away.

Before he could persuade himself it was a terrible idea, Jax lowered his head and pressed his lips to yours.

They were gone as fast as they had come. The initial action is simple testing of the waters.

When they returned, the kiss was gentle and hard at once. Jax's beard was coarse as it scraped against your skin, his lips soft as they moved against yours.

Jax’s body relaxed, your arms snaking around the back of his neck, his weight shifting to press you into the mattress. Your fingers carded through his soft locks urging his tongue to part your lips. The kiss melted into a slow pace, Jax’s expert exploration of your mouth fogging your mind. You could only think of how to keep his lips on yours.

This was a slippery slope, but neither of you could pull away. Your kisses were different than any he’s previously shared. Jax’s most intimate moments panned out like every moment in his life. Rough, heated, and fast. They satisfied his need for a temporary high yet always left him wanting more.

Your kisses were heartfelt, your touch inviting as it drifted down his spine. The combination mysteriously seized control of his mind. It commanded his body to slow down. It allowed him to savor the softness of your lips, the warmth of your skin under his touch. The way your body responded to his, your hips dangerously arching up to meet his.

The ringing of his phone seemed to break Jax from your spell.

You both paused, panting and breathless, listening to the chime of his phone echo off the walls of the quiet house. Jax’s heart pounded against his ribs, yours beating in tandem.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean…” Jax’s words trail off as his eyes pass over your parted lips.

What was the point of lying?

He had meant to kiss you. Hell he would have done more than that if he hadn’t been interrupted.

“It’s okay.”

You push yourself up, thankful for the distance it forces Jax to put between the two of you.

With fresh air in your lungs, the fog in your mind quickly recedes. An unsettling twinge of guilt tightens your stomach as Jax’s eyes meet yours.

A slippery slope.

A single kiss had tipped the scales. It would take a far more painful act to reset the balance.

You cannot stay here.

The reminder pushes you off the bed.

Thankfully, the ringer doesn’t relent. The moment it dies, the sound returns with a second call. Jax’s eyes track your movements, his silence prompting you to glance in his direction.

“You should get that. I’m going to shower.”

--

Not tonight.

Your foolish words echo through your mind as you stare down the Reaper grinning at you.

It looks like you’re a bit rusty, sweetheart. You foolishly allowed me to rest.

The slip of your tongue hadn’t registered until nearly an hour after you left Jax alone in his bed.

Not tonight.

The limitation on his retaliation was up. The sun was now high in the sky, blazing down on the crowded parking lot of the Teller-Morrow automotive repair shop.

The patched members of SAMCRO had filed outside with the anticipated arrival of their president. Too intoxicated the night before, Jax had allowed you to drive him home. Which resulted in you having to give him a ride back. Usually, this wouldn’t be a problem. But, today, you wish Jax didn’t require your help.

He was across the parking lot, back to you as he spoke to a man you didn’t recognize. Despite the distance between the two of you, you could still feel the weight of his body against yours. The warmth of his mouth against yours, and how easily it coaxed you to cross a line you’d spent years avoiding.

“What’s troubling your mind, sweetheart?”

You find Bobby’s eyes on you. Rubbing a cloth against his glasses, he awaits your response. 

You nod in the direction of Jax, your gaze returning to the man he speaks to. Arms crossed over his chest, he rests against the black SUV behind him. 

“Who’s Jax talking to?”

“Nero,” Bobby explains. “He’s helping us out with something.”

“Something?” You echo, your brow arched in amusement as Bobby meets your gaze. The action pulls a chuckle from the older man. “Am I better off not knowing?”

“Depends,” he shrugs, eyes watching as your attention returns to Jax. “On how good you were at comforting Jax last night. Don't want to bring out your jealous side.”

Your eyes roll at the implication. 

“I got him to sleep,” you sigh. “Something none of you knuckleheads bothered to do.”

Bobby releases a chuckle, unconvinced. “The kid’s stubborn, same as you.”

“How were things with him before…”

Bobby remains silent as he struggles to find words, to sum up, the events that have occurred in your absence. 

“Jax has been preparing for the gavel since he was born,” his eyes take in the crowded lot. “But I don’t you can ever really prepare for it, legacy or not. He’s been trying to steer us in the right direction, but…”

With listening ears nearby, you watch Bobby’s brows rise in suggestion. You don’t need him to complete his statement. 

You noticed Clay’s absence the moment you arrived. Although you were glad he wasn’t around to add more to his stepson’s plate, you knew Clay’s absence still weighed heavy on Jax’s mind.

Keep your friends close, but your enemies closer. 

With Clay out of sight, Jax wasn’t able to see what he was plotting. 

As if sensing your thoughts, Clay steps out of the clubhouse.

“Speak of the devil, and he shall appear.” 

Your words come out low enough to only be heard by Bobby, but Clay’s gaze scans the crowded lot before settling on you.

He’s visibly aged since your last sighting of the former president. The tubes tucked into his nostrils snaked down his chest to the oxygen tank in his left hand. He looked meek and surely incapable of riding his bike out with the rest of the club. His expression remained unreadable as you lifted your hand offering him a wave.

“I don’t imagine he’s been supporting Jax in his new role?”

With a slight shake of his head, Bobby wraps his arm around your shoulder. Giving you a gentle squeeze, he offers you a warm smile as your head briefly rests against him.

“It’s good to have you back.”

Soon you’re left alone, nervous energy radiating through your body as Jax makes his way toward you. 

Despite the feeling, you cannot deny him a smile as Jax comes to a stop before you. The smile on his face is one you’d spent years missing. Paired with the bright blue eyes searching your expression, you almost forget about the circumstances surrounding your arrival the night before. 

Not tonight.

You blink, eyes dropping from his to your worn sneakers. 

“Thanks for last night,” he says, his fingers finding yours.

Your eyes focus on his split knuckles. Your thumb gingerly passes over the damaged skin. 

“And this morning.”

The second half of his statement comes as your eyes meet his. 

“I just want you to be okay.”

It’s not a lie. You’ve never meant anything as much as the words you’ve just spoken. The problem is, you know placating Jax’s current state would only lead to a more difficult departure.

“It feels that way when you’re here.” The softly uttered admission is not meant for your ears.

Jax reaches into the chest pocket of his kutte. He retrieves a familiar scratched eight ball. The same keychain you’d passed to him the last time you said goodbye in the same spot years before. The key he’d forged for you still sits on the ring. 

His throat clears as your fingers brush his in retrieval of the key. “You can uh–stay with me as long as you’re here.”

You meet his gaze. His eyes are curious. His invitation is a shoddy attempt at asking the question his lips can’t utter.

How long will you stay?

“Thank you.”

You house the keychain in your front pocket, a silence falling over the two of you. 

You can feel her gaze before you spot her. It sears into your skin as your fingers remain interlaced with Jax’s.

Jax follows your gaze, a deep breath filling his lungs as he glimpses Gemma's narrowed eyes. The corner of his lips tugs into a smile as he shifts, blocking you from her sight. 

“Play nice,” he sighs. The twinkle of amusement in his eyes relaxes your tense grip on his fingers. “The last thing I need is to break up a fight between you two.”

“I’ll play nice if she does.” Your matter-of-a-fact tone morphs his smile into a grin.

He knew your words rang true. He never dreamt he’d witness a woman who could go toe to toe with his mother until he met you.

The warmth of his hands against your cheeks forces your gaze to meet his. You make a point of allowing your eyes to roll as you huff a “fine.”

“I’m only doing it because you asked,” you mumble.

You can feel your body relax as his soft chuckle fills your ears. Your eyes drift shut as his lips press against your forehead. A parting gift he’d given you for as long as you can remember. 

“I gotta go,” Jax mumbles. Despite the admission, you both remain where you stand. 

Your lips meet his halfway. The featherlight kiss drew his hands down your spine. Pulling you closer, he deepens the kiss as you relax against his chest. 

“Be safe, please.” 

Jax’s response to your request comes in a gentle squeeze of your waist. He slips his sunglasses over his eyes before starting toward his bike.

Your mind drives away with Jax as he disappears through the parking lot gates. The distraction allows Gemma to settle alongside you, her voice causing you to jump.

“Gotta admit, I’m surprised you lasted the night.” Your eyes remain on the gates, but Gemma can easily read the tightening of your stance. Her shade-covered eyes rake down your entire frame. “Thought you’d vanish before the sunrise. Isn’t that more your style?”

The breath you take comes out softer than you expect. The smile you’ve fixed on your face instantly forces your shoulders to relax.

“Nice to see you haven’t changed, Gem.”

Gemma lets out a dry laugh as you face her. Instead of matching your words with a snide remark, she nods over her shoulder.

“It's too hot to do this out here,” she sighs, her hand raising to fan her face. “Let’s go in.”

You follow Gemma across the lot towards her office.

The cramped room welcomes you with the forgiving breeze of AC. You sink into the seat opposite hers, eyes passing over the familiar walls. Not much has changed. Her desk is still cluttered, stacked high with files and receipts. The only additions you can easily find are the updated photos tacked against the wall.

A soft smile finds your lips as you observe a photo of Jax.

He sits on his Harley, his son seated in front of him wore his helmet. Older than your last encounter, Abel wears a smile that matches his father's.

“You must have really missed it here.”

Your brow arches, gaze leaving the photo to find Gemma relaxed in her chair. She takes a drag of her cigarette before pointing the lit tip toward you.

“You came running back the second you got a chance.”

“I never missed this place. It’s full of leeches that suck you dry.” Gemma scoffs as your eyes linger on her. “I did miss the weather. Winters in New York are too cold for my taste.”

Gemma’s brow lifts at the admission. “Thought you’d be used to it by now.”

“Why?”

“Jax mentioned that’s where you’re from.”

“Not originally. My mom and I moved there when I was four.”

“What about your dad?”

You shrug.

Breaching the topic of family history is never something you enjoy. Let alone with Gemma on the receiving end. Although you had lived in Charming for five years, Gemma can admit she barely knows much about you.

You had never taken a liking to her. Which was fine for her, Gemma never liked you. She watched you arrive, a stranger to the ways of her lifestyle, but you somehow easily fit in. The moment her son laid eyes on you, Jax was incapable of escaping you. The hold you had over her son, Gemma couldn’t comprehend.

Five years, and not once did you allow Jax to cross the line of friendship. That’s why he couldn't get rid of Lisa. As long as the line remained uncrossed, Lisa believed there was hope.

You knew why Gemma didn’t like you. She feared the influence you had over her son, even if you didn’t recognize the full extent of it.

Lisa thought the way to Jax’s heart was sex. She was naive to believe her tactics would work. No matter how powerful, time and time again, men have fallen victim to the lure of a woman’s touch. Men, much more powerful than Jax Teller, had lost their families and fortunes to a woman able to get them in bed. That’s why Gemma permitted Lisa to stay around. Lisa was incapable of seeing the bigger picture, and that’s how Gemma wanted things to stay.

A woman blinded by the power and money she believed Jax possessed would never think to persuade him to desert it.

A woman who could see through the allure and convince Jax to do the same, was dangerous. That is why her comment comes out with a laugh.

“Lemme guess, your daddy’s locked up somewhere. Serving life for some crime he didn’t commit?”

“Might as well be,” you watch her smile dim as you ignore the bait. “He hasn’t laid eyes on me since I was born.”

A silence falls over the office as Gemma’s eyes study you. If you’re irritated by her previous statement, you show no sign.

“Well, you’re doing pretty good without him from what I hear.”

“And what have you heard?”

“You got a good-paying job waiting for you back in New York.” Tapping her cigarette against the rim of the ashtray, she meets your gaze. “How much time they give you to come here?”

You smile at her question.

Classic Gemma.

Skillfully distracting her prey before hooking them with unsuspecting bait. Only, you’ve been in the ring with her before.

“I took a week off.”

Leaning forward, she crushes her cigarette against the bottom of the ashtray.

“Well, since you’re gonna be here a while I got something for you–”

“I don’t need any favors, Gemma.”

Like many things in Charming, favors from Gemma Teller-Morrow came with strings attached.

“It’s not a favor, sweetheart.” Gemma’s eyes roll. “And it’s not from me.”

You watch her stand. She picks a key up from the board hanging behind her desk. Turning to face you she weighs it in her palm, her eyes taking in your current state of confusion.

“I’m glad you’re back,” she steps around the desk walking to the door. “We can finally get this hunk of trash out of the garage. It’s taking up space for potential customers.”

The “hunk of trash” Gemma referred to sits at the center of the garage. The red 1965 Ford Mustang is a sight for sore eyes. It was the last thing tying you to the father you couldn’t remember. Left with your mother, the car was the only thing she had bothered to keep that came from the man who disappeared faster than the ink could dry on your birth certificate.

“If it were up to me, I would have had it crushed at the junkyard when you left,” Gemma says, eyes tracking your movements as you step into the garage for a closer look. “But ya know Jax. He made sure the prospect kept it in pristine condition in case you ever came back.”

“It’s a good thing he doesn’t take after you.”

“You’re right,” Gemma’s nose scrunches at the comment. “Jackson has always taken after his father. Right down to the bleeding heart. That’s what got him killed.”

You jump, managing to catch the keys poorly cast in your direction.

“Phil.” Gemma waves the prospect over. “Follow her, so she can return her rental. Finally, give us a reason to get her car outta here.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

"For someone who called me here, you sure delivered an icy welcome." Your comment stops Gemma in her tracks.

Her dark eyes narrow as she takes in your expectant expression. Your words may have stopped short, but the unspoken question is loud and clear.

Why the hell did you call me here?

"See you when you get back."

The prospect watches your eyes follow Gemma out of the garage. He offers you a warm smile as your eyes drift to him.

“So you’re the mystery owner,” he says, hand running over the hood. “Jax’s been gatekeeping this one.”

Your brow arches prompting him to elaborate.

“Everyone who sees this car asks to buy it,” he chuckles. “Just last week, some suit came through and offered Jax 60k, cash if he was willing to part ways with it. Gem was pissed when he said no.”

A smile spread across your lips at the thought of Jax resisting Gemma throwing a fit.

“I’m Phil.” He offers you his hand.

You drop the key in Phil’s hand before starting toward the garage’s entrance.

“Y/N. You can follow me.”

__

It's not up for discussion, Jackson.

150 kilos. Three weeks.

Damon Pope's voices echoes through his mind as Jax parks before the clubhouse.

His latest meeting with the kingpin was proving to be problematic.

150 kilos. Three weeks.

Jax had difficulty moving fifty kilos to meet Pope's last deadline. He cannot fathom how the kingpin expected him to move more than double that in the same length of time. Let alone convince the club to assist in the matter.

Jax wasn't naive--his table was divided. A divided table can lead to a king's downfall. Clay was a living testament.

Since the meeting, Jax had connected with the Mayan president. Alvarez hadn't bothered to ask if Jax was okay.

"Sorry about your friend, hermano," he'd sighed as he'd answered Jax's call.

The conversation delegated a meet-up for the two MCs. Alvarez knew better than most that the responsibilities of a king did not stop for a loss.

Even if Jax could secure help from the Mayans, it was still too much product.

Fuck.

"So, the rumors are true." The smile on Eli's face stretched into a grin as he watched Jax's pace stall. Damn. He loved catching the SAMCRO leader off guard. "Your girlfriend's back in town."

Jax lifts an unlit cigarette to his lips, eyes taking in the Lieutenant casually resting against the hood of your Mustang. He pauses to light it.

"She's not my girlfriend."

"Right." Eli slowly drug out the word, his eyes taking in Jax's current state.

Since their last meeting, Jax had earned himself new bruises.

Jax allows the smoke to leave his lungs before raising his question.

"Is there a reason you're here?" It's a genuine question. What little patience Jax had was threatening to run thin as he took in Eli's smile.

A dry laugh escapes Eli's mouth, the sound tightening Jax's jaw.

Shrugging off the car, he invades the President's space, forcing him to meet his gaze.

"I keep trying to figure out how the fuck you manage to squirm outta every cage I manage to put you in," Eli's growled. "That murder charge was airtight."

"Clearly," Jax huffs. "It wasn't."

Dropping it to the ground, Jax ground the cigarette with his shoe.

"Look, man. If you came to ask how I got out, I can cut this enlightening conversation short. I don't know any more than you do." Jax allowed Eli's fiery eyes to search his.

All the Lieutenant found was two pools of cool blue. The tone of Jax's voice would have convinced most. Eli, however, knew Jax was a master of gatekeeping secrets.

"Now, I gotta go," lighting patting the man's chest, Jax ignored the gritting of Eli's teeth. "I'm sure you're aware, we both have jobs to do. Last time I checked, my taxes aren't paying for you to sit on your ass in my shop's lot."

Eli reacts quicker than Jax. His grip caught Jax's arm, bruisingly pressing into his skin, keeping him in place.

He felt Jax's body change in a matter of half a second. The calm, relaxed posture tensed as Eli's grip tightened. Jax's rigid stance paled in comparison to the frigid icy blue gaze that passed over Eli's face before lowering to his grip.

"There's the man I've been hearing about," Eli chuckled, his smile stretching as Jax's jaw locked into place. He tightened his grip, the slight flinch of Jax's left eye the only sign the pain had registered. "Thought you'd let Pope scare it outta ya."

"I suggest you move your hand," Jax's voice came out low and level, the threat pooling in his eyes loosening Eli's grip.

Eli's touch falls away, the pounding of the blood rushing in Jax's ears prompting Jax to take a step forward. His fight instinct had flipped on as quick as a switch. Jax catches sight of the panic that briefly flashes in the Lieutenant's eyes, Eli's right hand instinctively moving to the holster on his hip.

The pain registering against his right palm pulls Jax's gaze from Eli's holster. Relaxing his clenched fist, Jax forces a harsh breath from his lungs.

"Unless you plan on leaving your condolences, I suggest you get the fuck out of here, Eli," Jax growled.

He didn't wait for a response. Neither man can comprehend what force pulled Jax back. It guided him across the lot towards the clubhouse, prompting Jax to back down from a fight they both knew his rage would easily allow him to win.

"I'll admit I took you for a lot of things, Teller, but not the type of man that would blatantly disrespect Opie by playing nice with the man responsible for his death?"

Eli's words echoed across the empty lot.

They halt Jax's movements, forcing him to stop just shy of the door. A long second passes, Jax's fists clenching.

Eli waits, ready to receive Jax's backlash. He just needed verbal confirmation. A verbal confirmation of the relationship between the Oakland kingpin and SAMCRO.

But Eli's request was denied as Jax yanked the door open before disappearing inside.

--

You pass Phil another beer, watching as he slides it into the fridge. Phil is behind the bar restocking it in preparation for the meeting Jax had called.

Although most members of SAMCRO had filed through the door an hour ago, you had yet to see Jax. To pass the time, you had busied yourself with helping Phil complete small tasks around the clubhouse.

The prospect seemed to be thankful for your company. He quickly found what Jax liked about you. You were easy to talk to.

Your eyes pass over the crowded room. "So…any idea what this meeting is about?"

Phil's eyes briefly meet yours before returning to the beer you offer him. His voice lowers, prompting you to lean across the bar to hear.

"All I know is…there’s a big shipment the guys gotta vote on today."

"That explains why Jax is tense."

"Everyone is," Phil admits. "Pope is offering the club a lot of money if Jax can pull it off."

Your muscles tense. A cold shiver runs down your spine.

"Pope?"

"Damon Pope, some big hitter from Oakland—"

Phil tenses. You glance over your shoulder just in time to see Jax stalking through the door.

The laughter and conversations quickly die down as the President's return registers.

You watch as Lisa instantly perks up, her posture straightening as Jax's eyes drift to her. Seated at the opposite end of the bar, she has spent the last hour shooting daggers at you. The beer in her hand was nearly empty. She had tried to pass the time by flirting with Frankie Diamonds.

It didn't take more than a single look over for you to register how tight Jax was wound.

His eyes follow Lisa's gaze to you. His brow arches as his eyes meet yours.

“Your guard dogs are extra feisty today,” you note as he stops beside you.

"Can’t do much about that, darling," he sighs, reaching over the bar for a beer. “Not trying to get bit today.”

He glances over at you, surprised by your lack of comment. He takes a sip of his beer before settling on the stool next to yours. He doesn’t object as you take the bottle to do the same.

“Jax–”

“I’m good.” His response is automatic. He’s repeated it a handful of times today. Each time he said it, he believed it would move him one step closer to it becoming true.

“That’s…good,” your brow furrows, eyes watching as he slowly turns the ring on his left hand. “But that’s not what I was going to ask.”

Jax’s eyes lift to find yours focused on the bottle in your hand.

“Since when are you working with Damon Pope?”

To no surprise, your question is met with silence.

In all your years as friends, you had never desired to learn the details of the club’s business. Jax was thankful for your desire. It made it easier for him to filter out the bullshit in your presence.

Jax's brow raises as he accepts the bottle from you. “How’d you hear about that?”

It is your turn to be shocked by the presented question.

You hadn’t expected him to respond, let alone not attempt to deny your words. Instead, of deflecting the question, Jax had taken it head on. The look of confusion on his face causes you to swallow.

“Does it really matter?” You ask, suddenly wary his question may be an act of avoidance.

Jax’s jaw tightens his eyes slowly passing over the room. He releases his breath as his gaze lands on Phil. The prospect trying his best to avoid Jax’s gaze as he ferociously scrubbed a clean table with a rag.

“It does matter,” Jax’s gaze remains on Phil. “The club’s not advertising that information yet. We still got shit to work out—“

His eyes glance in your direction, his words stopping short. He knows he’s already said enough by confirming your suspicion.

“I know it’s not—“

“Your place to speak on?”

Jax watches you recoil at his harshly spoken words. The sight was one he’d hoped to never see from you again.

"Shit. I didn’t mean that.”

He sighs, hand running down his face. His eyes gripped shut. He tried his best to force down the anger still bubbling from his encounter with Eli. Lifting the bottle to his lips, how downed the chilled liquid to the last drop.

His tired eyes lifts to meet your gaze. When he speaks this time, his voice is softer.

“It’s just…I’ve been hearing everyone’s opinion on this all morning.”

“It’s a bad idea to work with him, Jackson.”

The conviction in your voice gives Jax pause. His brow furrows.

“What do you know about him?”

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To say Y/n was nervous was an understatement. 

But she’d never backed down from a challenge before and she certainly wasn’t going to start now. 

Especially when it meant that Jax Teller would win. 

She liked Jax; they were…friends. Friends who just so happened to fuck one another and had a good laugh with another. 

Then he started acting…odd, for no apparent reason. 

When she tried to ask him about it a few weeks ago he gave her a very cold and blunt answer. 

That they were never going to be anything serious. 

The words shouldn’t have hurt her how they did; they never said they would be anything more than friends but in that moment she realised that someone along the way, she’d fallen for him. 

But Jax didn’t know that, how could he be when she wasn’t even aware of the feelings she’d had for him until that point. 

And now here she was arriving at a party to show him that she didn’t need him. 

~~~~~

Jax was ashamed to admit that he was relieved he hadn’t seen Y/n. 

He needed her not to be.

He couldn’t bear seeing her again. Not after what he had said to her, not after the feeling his heart broke slightly when he saw a flicker of pain flash briefly in her eyes.

He loved her.

That was the issue.

He didn’t want to destroy her…he wanted her as far away from him, the club, even charming, as she could possibly get. 

“No, Y/n/n tonight?” Opie asked, leaning against the same wall as Jax, watching as the other members of the club got flirted with by Croweaters. 

“Looks like it,” Jax answered bluntly, pushing himself off of the wall to join the others. 

Almost instantly at least five different Croweaters surrounded him.

Opie knew how close Jax and Y/n were; they were joined at the hip on nights like these and yet, tonight she was nowhere to be seen and Jax was openly flirting with Croweaters. 

Jax had hoped his words to Y/n had hurt her enough to push her far enough away. 

In fact he was certain of it; until he saw her getting out of a car that had pulled up outside the clubhouse. 

All of his attention was suddenly  on Y/n. 

She was wearing a short red dress that barely covered her ass and with high white heels and  matching red lipstick.

Red lipstick.

He remembered mentioning one evening after a very heated makeout session with her that he loved it when she wore red lipstick. 

She looked stunning. 

And it was taking everything in him to not shove the Croweaters around him away; and go to her. 

He wanted to give it to her so badly. 

He wanted to take back the last few weeks; and go back to how they were before. 

He wanted her.

Needed her.

But he couldn’t have her, not if he wanted to keep her safe. 

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[shyanddreamy]

You can't save everyone

Happy Lowman x Reader | Part 4

Author's note: When I first wrote this story, I planned to write only three parts, but given the main characters and what happened in Mayans M.C., I needed to give them an ending. A better ending. So, there're slight references to Mayans' season finale. I really hope u like it. Love u all <3

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Every MC had their business and their secrets. In the case of SOA, only their members could know with all its details what was really happening. That was something you hated, but over time you had learnt to accept. The little you knew was that you were living through dark times again and that the Mayans had broken Jax Teller’s last will. In essence, war was here once more.

“We are not going anywhere!”, you told him for the third time. “Are you out of your fucking mind or what?!"

“Fine. Stay”, Happy answered. “I’ll go alone.”

“Fuck no! You are not leaving Charming. Chibs says that desert is Mayans’ territory. And you are in the middle of a fucking war, shithead!”, you explained to him once more. “Do you want to die for nothing? That’s your fucking problem?”

“I’m gonna die of boredom anyway if you keep bitching around me all the fucking day!”

You pursed your lips, and Happy took it as an opportunity to go to your bedroom and slam the door.

“Fucking asshole”, you muttered. However, you took a few deep breaths to calm yourself before following his steps.

Despite the wonderful months you had spent since he officially made you his Old Lady, you had had some problems with Happy recently. You managed to convince him to stay last time he suggested leaving Charming to be the temporary president for SAMDINO, but this time his mood was even worst. However, you wouldn’t get anything by arguing. That’s why you went to the dorm and opened the door softly.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t want to bother you”, you told him. Happy was sitting on the bed, his face hidden behind the palms of his hands. “I’m just worried.”

“I’m sorry too”, you heard him mumble. “I’m going fucking crazy. There’re so many bodies. So many dead brothers. That's not what Jax died for.”

You walked towards him and sat next to him, caressing his back tenderly in an attempt to bring him some kind of comfort.

“Everything's hard and complicate, but you can’t lose your mind now, babe”, you remembered him. “It’s not safe for you to leave and be out there by your own. When problems knock on the door, you have to stay near your family. Do you remind it? You taught me that.”

“I know. I fucking know”.

Suddenly, Happy rested his head on your shoulder and wrapped his arms around your body as if he wanted even more caresses for all the time that was possible. Unfortunately, your mobile phone ringing cut that sweet moment.

“Who is it?”, he asked at your frown.

“I don’t know. I should take it.”

You didn’t recognise the number. It could simply be someone mistaken, but you had a bad feeling about it. So, when Happy released you from the needy hug, you got back on your feet and answered the call.

“This is a private call from…”, the first you heard was a robotic feminine voice. And suddenly, you heard his voice for just a second before the previous voice kept talking. “To accept the call, press five.”

While doing as she said, you walked out of the dorm leaving the door half open. It only took a few seconds before you listened to his voice again.

“I need your help.”

The conversation was short. And once you were back into the room, Happy looked at you warily. He might have read in your face that things weren’t quite right.

“What happens?”, he asked.

“Something you are not gonna like.”

*

As you had said to Happy, it was too dangerous to be on Mayans territory during the war. You travelled alone for that reason. If you didn’t stand out, no one had to realise who you were and why you were there. Now you were glad Happy had tattooed his crow on your ribs and not in a more visible place, otherwise they could easily spot you were one of SOA Old Ladies.

Once inside the prison, you waited patiently among the rest of the visitors until guards finally let you in. You chose to sit at one of the furthest tables and kept waiting until you saw him.

“I did not expect us to meet again in this situation”, you told him after he took a sit in front of you.

“Me neither”, Creeper nodded. “Thanks for coming.”

News travels fast, so a few months ago you found out Creeper was in prison. You were very sorry to hear that, but there’s nothing more you could do. At least, that’s what you thought. 

“You don’t have to. I told you, I’ll always be there for you”, you reminded him. “So, what do you need?”

“Protection.”

“What?”

“Protection. Inside”, he repeated firmly.

“And why did you call me? Sons are in war with Mayans, Neron. You should talk to your charter.”

“I’m here by my own. They can’t do anything, Y/N. And the thing is there’s a fucking rat among my brothers. I’m about to find out who it is, but with the green light on me, they can kill me at any time”, he briefly explained to you. “I cannot die without finding first who the fuck the rat is.”

“And what do you want me to do?”

“Talk to SAMCRO. There’s a bunch of Sons in here. If they're with me, it may buy me some time.”

“I don’t know if they’ll listen to me.”

“I know. I know what I’m asking you is a fucked up, but I wouldn’t have called you if I had any other option.”

“What if I go to your clubhouse and tell Bishop?”

“Things have changed since you were here. And with the war and without any evidence, it can turn against you.”, he said. “Just think about it, ok? Tell them it’s me who's asking this favour. I know they hate rats as much as I do.”

“I’ll try. I promise.”

“Fine. Good.”

“How much time do you have?”

“Don’t know. Maybe hours. Luckily a few days.”

“So, I should get going. Is better to talk something like that in person, and the ride back to Charming is long. I’ll try to be quick, but call me if anything new happens, okay?” 

Creeper just nodded in response. Nevertheless, when you made a move to get up, he stopped you.

“Wait, Y/N”, he called you. You could read sadness and desperation in his eyes and his voice. “I just want you to know that it’s okay if you can’t convince them. I know you’re gonna try and that’s even more than what I deserve, but it won’t be your fault if I die.”

“Shut up. You’re not going to die”, you assured him while placing your hands on his. “I’ve got your back. You’re gonna be fine and that fucking rat is gonna meet the Reaper.”

Creeper pursed his lips and nodded again. As you saw his eyes watery, you took one of your hands to his face, caressing his cheek tenderly. You knew how much he cared about his club and how much he tried to take care of everyone, but this time, he needed someone to back him up.

“Just be careful and let me take care of you for once. I won’t fail you.”

After leaving the prison and getting into your car, you set off without delay. There was no time to lose. However, barely ten minutes after, you hit the steering wheel in frustration.

“Fuck!”, you shouted. “Fucking war, fucking Mayans and fucking Sons!”

The truth was that you had no idea of how to convince the charter, so you had actually made a promise you weren’t sure if you could keep.

*

“Who the fuck you think we are? Fucking Virgin Mary?”, Chibs said. “Mayans are the enemy now. They are murdering our brothers! And you want us to protect a fucking inmate?”

You’ve been talking about the same thing all night and they haven’t understood a word you’ve said yet. It was exasperating.

“I’m just saying that maybe you could do an exception with him. He’s just asking for more time to expose the rat in his charter. I thought all the MC hated rats”, you insisted. “And he helped me when I was in Santo Padre. I owe him.”

“What I don’t understand is why we have let her talk in the first time”, Tig commented, looking mostly at Chibs. “There’s a reason why we don’t let cunts take decisions.”

Before you could do anything about it or even get mad at him, Happy grabbed him by the collar of his shirt threateningly.

“Don’t talk to her like that”, he ordered to Tig.

“Or what?”, Tig provoked him. “Have you become a fucking pussy too, brother?”

“Enough!”, Chibs raised his voice. Though they held each other’s gaze for long seconds, as if ready to start a fight at any moment, Happy finally let go of Tig and took a few steps back. “The decision is taken, Y/N. You don’t know how things work, so I recommend that you step aside.”

“You know what? Fuck you, Chibs. Fuck you all”, you responded. “You killed Juice for less. And when I went mad and cried for days, you all told me that no rat could be forgiven. That it was a kind of law that every MC followed. Even Mayans respected it, that’s why they give Juice over to SAMCRO. But now you’ve forgotten because you’re just a bunch of hypocrites. You’re not going to do anything even if it’s a personal favour I ask of you for once. So, as I said, fuck you.”

“Y/N”, you heard Happy’s voice calling out to you, so you turned around with one finger raised in a threatening manner.

“I fucking love you, Happy, but if you say another word right now, I’ll punch you in the face”, you warned him. However, before leaving the clubhouse, you remembered one more thing. “Just for the record, if the rat is working with the FBI and you’ve been doing business with the Mayans, he could take you down too. So, if you don’t give a shit about anyone else, at least do something to save your own asses.”

You walked home that night. By the time Happy arrived, you were already in bed, so he lay down next to you without saying a word. That night you slept with your backs to each other. And the next morning, he left to the workshop without speaking yet. You had to wait more than twenty-four hours to hear the verdict from Happy’s mouth. 

“Creeper had the Sons on his side”.

Despite the enthusiasm this phrase aroused, you tried to remain calm and serious.

“Why this change?”

“Why do you care?”, he asked you back. “What matters is that Creeper has the protection he was after.”

“Yeah. I suppose”, you muttered.

As you were making dinner, you wasn’t looking directly at Happy. However, he walked towards you and embraced you from behind.

“You have no right to talk to my brothers like you did”, he murmured above your ear, giving you goosebumps. “But it still gave me such a hard-on.”

You struggled to hold back a smile as you concentrated on the salad you were chopping.

“Of course it did”, you added. You weren’t expecting Happy to turn you around to face you.

“You can’t save everybody, Y/N. You have to accept it”.

“I’m not trying to save everybody, just the few people I care about”, you responded. “Even if I can’t, at least I have to try.”

Happy simply nodded and kissed your forehead for long seconds.

“Why don’t you go take a shower while I finish making dinner?”, you suggested him with your hands on his chest. “And then, we could take care of your yesterday’s hard-on.”

*

This war didn’t affect Charming as much as the others in the past thanks to their decision not to intervene. It was harsher for their brothers from other charters. But as Happy had told you, you couldn’t save everyone, especially when it was a war they had started despite Charming’s advice to preserve the peace.

When you received a call from an unknown number, you thought it would be from the prison again, but the feminine voice you heard was from a real woman.

“Bathroom chick?”

“Who the fuck is talking?”, you answered aggressively, but you also remembered who had put you that nickname. Only one person could know it.

“I have a message from Creeper. He told me you'd know it was him if I called you that”, he briefly explained to you. And you were more interested in whatever she had to say than anything else. “Some inmates stabbed him a few days ago, but he survived. After he was released from the infirmary, Sons have always been around him for some reason, so he has done well. Now he’s in isolation for a fight, but before he went in, he asked me to tell you he had the name he was looking for.”

“I’m glad to hear that”, you said. The truth was that you didn’t like at all the part about him being stabbed, but it was a relief to know that Sons had kept his promise to protect Creeper.

“I guess you’re the one who got him the Sons’ favour.”

“The fuck do you care?”

“I don’t. I just appreciate that someone is taking care of him.”

Your intuition told you that she genuinely appreciated Neron as well, but you hadn’t heard a thing from her, so you remained suspicious. It always could be someone trying to discover with who had Creeper an alliance to destroy it, or maybe the war had you a bit paranoid.

“Call me if you have new information from him”, you asked her anyway.

“I’ll do”, she assured you.

“Can I have a name? To know it’s you in case we talk again.”

“I shouldn’t”, he answered. “But if Creeper trusts you that much, I should do it too. You can call me Kody.”

“Good.”

A few days after that call, you received another one from her telling you that Santo Padre already knew who his rat was. In addition, she let it slip that something big was going on in Santo Padre, so it was better to stay away from them. Less than thirty-six hours later, the war between Mayans and Sons of Anarchy came to an end and Santo Padre’s charter was erased in an FBI operation.

The mood in the Sons of Anarchy clubhouse was low. You were sitting next to Happy with your head resting on his shoulder, a beer in one hand and a cigarette in the other. There was a bitter taste in your mouths from all the brothers’ deaths and the fact that the FBI had managed to destroy an entire charter so easily. When Chibs came out of the Chapel, he went straight to the counter bar to have two shots. He had been making and receiving calls all day.

“So? Any news?”, Tig asked him.

“Everything’s quiet. Our charters and Mayans too”, he answered. “It seems to be a one-off operation. Otherwise, FBI would have already entered into other charters.”

“Newspapers blame Santo Padre for all the dead bodies in the streets”, Happy added.

“People was scared of so much blood. And FBI knew they couldn’t wipe us all out”, Chibs commented. “They've decided to focus on one charter and reduce it to ashes. It’s a victory for them and a warning to us all.”

Even though you didn’t know exactly what had happened, Chibs’ words made the most sense.

“I may owe you an apology, Y/N”, Tig said. “If their rat planned all this, it was better for us to make sure he ended up six feet under.”

“No problem, Tiggy. Everything’s good”, you assured him with a soft smile.

“We have to discuss what are we gonna do from now on”, continued Chibs, but as soon as you made a move to get up and let them the privacy they needed, he stopped you. “Y/N, stay. You have to hear this.”

You looked at him frowned, but he simply nodded. You looked at Happy next, but he shrugged his shoulders. You didn’t get why they wanted you to be there during that conversation, but you sat down again.

“I doubt that any charter wants to continue the war. We both have lost too many brothers. We've lost entire charters. In any case, the pipeline is done. It’s going to take months, even years, to build everything back up again. So, we have to choose whether to focus our work on that or on the transition to legality, as Jax wanted”, he said. “If we choose legality, it’s going to be tough months for us. Probably no profits until everything’s up and running. Even then, our earnings could be lower than guns’ business.”

“We have not been able to keep the peace that Jax brought us”, Happy commented. “I say we have to get at least one of the things he wanted for us.”

“What if it doesn’t work out?”, Tig asked him. “Outlaw is our world. It’s what we do. And the risks are what we signed up for.”

“We’ll have time to think before the vote”, Chibs assured them. “Anyway, we have to talk with the Mayans. Rebuild our alliance and make sure there’s no more murders or revenges. You could talk to Creeper about that, Y/N. If he tells his brothers what we did for him in the middle of the war, what we did to help him with the rat, it'll help us pave the way and make new bonds.”

“Yeah. Of course. I can do it”, you responded quickly, still surprised that you were being tasked to do something for them. It certainly didn’t happen every day. “I’ll talk to him. I’m sure he will back us up.”

That day, which was the end of another bloody war, was also the beginning of a new era. Many changes had been made and even more would be made, but you were survivors. You were used to rising from the ashes. 

←Part 3 // Part 5→

[midnightbabylon]

Play With Fire

Part One

summary: Your boyfriend surprised you with a romantic weekend in Northern California. Only he didn't expect his car to break down in Charming. As if that wasn't bad enough, he sent you down the road in the dark to the Teller-Morrow automotive repair shop. Just there you ran into a forbidden handsome man who could be the answer to all your problems or your downfall.

pairing: jax teller x fem!reader

word count: 3.3k

warnings: violence, swear words, domestic violence, more language

A/N: First Jax Teller series because lately I started watching SOA and I am obsessed! with this man. When I tell you this man is so fine!! Damn.Enjoy : ) Also I really wanted this to be a bit slowburn so there will be more parts don’t worry ;)

But if you can‘t read stuff like this please skip!!

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The first chords of Life is a Highway sounded from the radio and you couldn't hide your smile. You loved that song. Your forehead was leaning against the cold windshield of the truck. Silently you began to shape the text with your lips before Kian suddenly barked, “Could you stop that?!”. When he suggested this trip yesterday morning, you thought he might get back on track, but right after that reaction, you knew he'd never get better. A romantic weekend in Northern California, how thoughtful. Why do you think he used that excuse? How could you survive such a long drive if you couldn't even sound your favorite songs with humming? You kept looking out the window and rolling your eyes so he wouldn't see it. “How long are we still on the road?” you asked cautiously. Kian sighed and looked at the small screen, which was the only light source in the car. “We still drive through this strange town called Charming and then turn to the hut.” Less than five minutes later, you passed the giant tree disc with the name of the city. It was only dimly lit, yet you had to smile. “Funny, did you see? Our name says it all.” Smiling, you looked at your boyfriend who was just staring out. You dropped your head against your seat and looked at the houses and the countryside. You could just read the sign of an automotive repair before the car went further towards the outskirts of town. Just when you wanted to be sad about leaving the sweet city there was a loud bang and Kian slowed down before he parked on the side of the road. “Shit!” Confused, you looked over to him. “What was that? Was that the tire?” Angry, he looked at you and you backed away. Then he got out and slammed the door before he ran to the back of the car. Nervously you chewed on your black-painted fingernails. A short time later, Kian was back in the driver's seat breathing loudly. “The tire is fucking junk and I don’t have any spare in the trunk.” You squeezed your fingers nervously. “There was a car repair shop earlier.” you point your finger backwards. “Maybe they’re still open.” Kian hit the steering wheel hard and you had to jerk automatically. “Okay. Go and ask if they change the tire for us no matter what price.” You looked out the window in disbelief. It's pitch black out there. “It’s dark.” “And?” Kian asked, and you watched how his jaw muscles tightened.

The last time you disobeyed his orders, you had to put makeup on your blue eye for the next four days. “Okay okay I’ll go.” When you got out, you pulled your jacket tighter in the cool air and walked back a few miles at the side of the road. You kept blowing warm air into your hands. The nights were very cool although California is actually so warm. After a felt eternity you finally saw the yellow-red sign: Teller - Morrow Automotive Repair. One of the three gates was only half open, so you ran quickly towards it. Before you could look in, a man came out who just put a glowing cigarette in his mouth. You two stumble back a few steps. “Oh God, I’m sorry,” you said quickly and couldn’t help but look. The blonde hair was covered under a cap. He was wearing black jeans with white Airforce. Your gaze flew up and you saw the black hoodie and the eye-catching coat. He seemed to be in some kind of club or gang. “Everything’s alright, but we are closed.” he put the cigarette back between his lips expressionlessly. Your heart sank to the ground. “Really? It’s an emergency.” nervously you looked back to the street. “What happened?” he asked calmly. “The truck ... so our truck. The tire has burst and we have to change it.” He blew a cloud of smoke into the night and surveyed you. “We can change the tyre tomorrow morning. No important appointments have come in yet.” Shaking your head, you looked back to the road. “You don’t understand. The tire has to be changed today. He’ll pay you whatever you want.” He casually pushed himself off the wall and came towards you. “Honey, you’re very nervous. What’s going on?” Before he could touch you, you took a step back. Kian would immediately notice that handsome guy's perfume and punish you for it.

“Please! Can’t you make an exception? I’ll get in trouble if this isn’t done today. ” Actually, you didn't want to be so honest, so you took a breath when you noticed how quickly that confession came over your lips. The blonde man across from you pulled his eyebrows together. “Okay, I’ll take a look at that. Prospect,” he shouted inside. A skinny guy with a similar coat came out. “Come with us. We might still have something to do today.” Relieved, you audibly breathed out air. "Thank you." The two men then followed you to Kian's location. When he noticed you with the escort, he also got out and looked at the two men suspiciously. “There are supposed to be problems here?” Kian crossed his arms and pointed to the tire. “It has to be changed,” he said stiffly and pulled forward. He put an arm around your hip and you tried to keep a straight face. “We can take the car with us and change the tire by tomorrow morning when we have all the parts.” he turned his cap on his head and looked at the tire. “Isn’t that possible tonight? We still have something to do.” Kian grinned disgustingly and the sloppy guy looked embarrassingly touched into the darkness. “Now listen Man,” said the handsome blonde guy, whose name you still didn’t know. “The store is closed, I can only offer you to do it first thing tomorrow. I know a place where you could stay for the night.” You gave Kian a look and he talked for a few minutes before the Prospect pulled up with a tow truck. Kian watched every move of the mysterious mechanics and then his truck was loaded. “Do you want to go with me?” the little weakling asked you and before you could answer Kian did it for you. “We’ll walk to your shop alright.” You pressed your lips together and the long-haired one held on to the side of the tow truck and drove off. When you arrived at the right place , a middle-aged woman stood beside the two gentlemen.

“Hi, I’m Gemma. I’ll show you the place to sleep for the night. If you need more things, you can still get the stuff out of your car. Kian looked at you briefly before he got in with the young man, exhaling loudly. “Honey, if this guy gives you any trouble, call me,” muttered the woman, whose breasts were pushed higher than an 18th century maid. Impressive, even you had to look. You took the file card in your hand and made it disappear into your bra before Kian could see it. Gemma smiled at you and took you and Kian to her car. Behind you came down the big gate with a rumps and then you already sat in the dark Cadillac. The trip was short and you were dropped off at a nice little house. “You can stay here for the night. Nobody will bother you, my guest bed is freshly made.” Uncertain you looked at the beautiful decor. “Oh, we can’t accept that. Isn’t there a motel in town?” Gemma turned to you smiling. “Yeah, honey, but that’s shabby and you don’t want bedbugs.” Kian put an arm very tightly around your shoulder and pressed you against him, a sign that you'd rather keep your mouth shut. “That is very courteous and kind. We will return the favor. Thank you for your hospitality.” You said thank you quietly, and Gemma left and left you alone in the little guest room. “Can’t you even let it go? God every time you drive us further into shit. Be glad we don’t have to go to a filthy motel in this goddamn place.” Kian knocked the bag over in anger and his wild look hit yours. “I’m sorry,” you said softly. “Yeah you should be sorry!” he yelled and hugged your face tightly that it hurt. You squint your eyes and he let you go. “I’m going to take a shower, see if you can find something edible.” You felt uncomfortable at the thought of ransacking Gemma's kitchen, but you still went to look. The fridge was empty, but you saw a small order card from a restaurant called Lumpy's Restaurant. You quickly pulled your smartphone out of your pocket and asked if they still had an open kitchen and if they would deliver.

At the same time Gemma arrived again at the Sons clubhouse and lit herself a cigarette. “I don’t like this guy from the little girl.” Her son Jax raised his head and swallowed his last sip of beer. “The couple from just now? Where did you take them?” Gemma sat down with a whiskey in her hand. “Yeah them… I took them to your house. I won’t let that girl go to the motel with that creep. Something’s wrong with them and I bet it’s because of that little cock sucker. She’s scared in his presence. ” She shoved the whiskey down her throat. “Mom they’re leaving tomorrow morning, why does the well-being of that girl matter to you?” Gemma pulled her cigarette and nodded. “You’re right. ”

“Kian, please,” you whimpered and hot tears ran down your cheeks as you squatted in the corner of the room. “Little bitch, you can’t do anything right.” the beer bottle smashed over you against the wall and glass fell down on you. You're lucky he didn't hit you this time. God, you couldn't show yourself in front of these helpful people tomorrow when Kian destroyed everything in his drunken rage. How many times have you wanted to escape from this relationship and couldn't. You've been with this man for five years now, and the first three years went great. He was kind, courteous, and he would never hurt you. Ever since someone flirted with you at a New Year's Eve party and Kian started the biggest fight in town, he hasn't been the same. He could never let you go anywhere alone without thinking someone else would snatch you away from him. He smelled you to find out men's perfume, even tracked your car and your cell phone and controlled everything else you did. Twice you wanted to break up, move out of town and start a new life without him. And every time, he'd sneak up on these plans and beat you so hard, you couldn't even go to the hospital. He nursed you at home and apologized to you crying and vowed never to do something like that to you again. And now you're crawling back to the ground, wishing it was all just a dream. The restaurant had delivered a false pizza, and then he was just looking for more reasons to destroy this room and you. “That blonde asshole from the workshop just wanted to fuck you! And I bet you wanted to fuck him as well, you little bitch.” He tore your hair and forced you to look at him. “Please! I didn’t want to fuck him. You’re the only man I love and look at. Your are the only man that fucks me.“ Your head flew violently to the side and your cheek burned from its blow. ‘Bullshit.’ Even through his closed teeth, you could see his spit fly. “I’m sorry, please! You have to believe me.” You had your hands folded in a prayer position. “Get up,” he murmured threateningly, and when you didn’t react immediately, it pulled your arm roughly upwards. “We’ll get out of here in the morning and you’ll never waste a thought on this town and this man again.” After he let you go, you rubbed your arm and went to the bathroom. Your eye rings were clearly visible, just like the red spot from the slap. You'd have cover this up tomorrow if it didn't go away on its own. After an extended shower, you put on long clothes and went to bed with Kian. He was watching TV with a new bottle of beer in his hand. “Is there another one?” he asked sharply, holding the beer in front of you. “I’m going to check.” Tomorrow you'll have to replace the six-pack. After Kian had finished his last beer, he fell asleep drooling on the bed. You couldn't sleep, so you cleaned up the room and scrubbed the wall so you couldn't see the beer stain. After you had scrubbed the bathroom and the carpet it was only a few hours until the supermarket opened. Frustrated you drove through your hair and also disposed of the garbage and packed the bag so far back together. Punctually at 7 you bought the exact beer and also got provisions for the ride and some breakfast. Kian was still asleep, so you put on your makeup and had a cup of coffee. At 8 o'clock Gemma was there and honked. Less than two minutes later, she was in the hallway saying hello. Her blonde streaks in her dark hair were kind of a calming sight, because Kian wouldn't dare do anything now. “Thank you for driving us back to the automotive repair shop. I’ve put a little something in the kitchen to thank you, and I’ve already done the laundry.” Gemma smiled. “Oh, honey, you didn’t have to do that, but thank you.” “Okay,” Kian threw in and raised both of his hands and you took a step back, just out of reflex. Gemma gave Kian a murderous look and then walked you to her car. During the ride, she checked your face through the rearview mirror. You felt her look and you were afraid she might see through the make-up.

Kian strolled straight into the garage without saying thank you and watched as his truck was being worked on. Gemma moved into a small adjoining house and gave you a cup of coffee in a shabby mug. “He hurts you, doesn’t he?” Your hand would have started to tremble without the cup. “You don’t have to lie, honey, I’ll see that.” she seemed almost shaken as she lit a cigarette. “How long has it been?” You started shaking your head. “It doesn’t matter. Please, he can’t know that we are talking about such things.” She made a derogatory noise. “He’s busy. And I’ll make sure it stays that way.” Uncertain you were chewing on your lip. “Do you have a toilet?” she nodded and showed you the door. Gemma took the chance and all you could hear was her heels rattling over the asphalt. She leaned against Kian's truck while Jax was changing the tire. Jax gave her a puzzled look. “What kind of romantic hut are you going to? Have you been there before? Can you recommend it or not? Sounds really good.” Kian inspected her strictly. “This is our first time, but it looks promising.” Gemma smiled and Kian's gaze wandered down to her blouse. That motherfucking dick, thought Gemma. “Oh yeah? No more huts around. It’s good that no one hears her screams when you hit her, isn’t it?” she blew the smoke of the cigarette towards him and Kian tightened his shoulders before he bent dangerously toward her. Jax was standing within an blink of an eye. “Stay back, that’s my mother.” Kian now looked at him threateningly. “And she should hold back about what she says,” he growled, and your voice broke through that staring. “What’s going on here?” “Nothing is going on here. It was just a misunderstanding, was it?” Kian cleared himself and stepped back a bit. “Yes, I think so too. You don’t want to mess with us.” At that very moment, a handful of bikers drove onto the site and parked in a row. They also wore the leather cloak with the reaper on it. “Can I talk to you for a second?” your partner asked and his wild eyes made you swallow nervously. “What did you tell that bitch?!”, he asked indignantly as he had dragged you a few feet behind him. “Kian they are watching us,” you said softly and he noticed the many pairs of eyes that were all directed at you. “I’m still waiting for an answer,” he muttered. “I didn’t tell her anything, nothing at all. She gave me a coffee and then showed me the toilet.” Kian braided his teeth like a rabid dog. “I believe you now. But I’m telling you.” he raised his hand and pointed at you. “If I find out you lied to me, then you wish you never met me.” He ran past you back to the car and you muttered quietly in front of you: “That’s what I’ve already wished for.” All of a sudden, Kiran was like a changed man, and he stormed at you from behind. Immediately Gemma was on alert and many heads that had already turned away looked back in your direction. “What was that you little whore?” Kian clapped and pushed you hard to the ground. Your cheek scratched the floor and your lip burned before you felt something liquid run over it. Stunned, you put a finger on your lip and stared at the blood. “EY.” sounded a lot of voices and the click behind Kiran made him freeze. “I thought you didn’t want to mess with us,” muttered the handsome guy with a gun drawn and loaded. Gemma was right there and helped you up. “Is everything okay, honey?” Your lip started to tremble. He had never lost control in public and especially in front of complete strangers. “No, it’s not okay.” Tears were burning in your eyes and you looked at Kian. “You’ve gone too far. I’ve been keeping you company for years and letting you do everything you do to me. But now that fucking stops. Fucking strangers? These people were watching us. You’ve gone mad.” Laughing, he looked at you and spat on the floor in front of you. “You’re crazy. I put up with you for five years!” Your hand slipped and it clapped loudly across the yard, which brought in some “ohs.” from the men. ‘You piece of shit.’ Gemma introduced herself to you. “Beware your tongue.”

Kian grinned dangerously. “What are you going to do about it, bitch?” Gemma pulled out and it cracked loudly while your boyfriend screamed in pain. “Take advice from a mother. You should leave town and never see that girl again. Do we understand?” Kian nodded and held his nose. “Get your things out of the car.” she gently pushed you towards the truck. After you took your things and the keys to your apartment, the men pushed Kian into the truck. “Our relationship is officially over. Have a nice life.” Gemma rubbed soothingly over your arm as you watched Kian drive off the compound and never come back. “Should we take you somewhere?” asked the good-looking blonde. “I’d like to go to the motel in your small town,” you said quietly. He gave you a black helmet and then took you to the Rogue River Motel on his motorcycle . “Thank you.” smiling, you took off the helmet and gave it back to him. “No reason. Oh, I’m Jax just by the way.” Smiling, you turned to him. ‘Y/N.’ Then you went to the entrance of the motel. “Nice to meet you Y/N.” he shouted after you and winked at you. “Don’t make me regret meeting you, Jax Teller.” The last thing you saw was his fat grin before you closed the motel door behind you.