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razrbladekiss · 8 months

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Thirty-seven minutes | Tig Trager

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

WORD COUNT: 900 smth

PAIRING: tig trager x fem!reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You got along with it until you couldn’t.

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

An explanation that never came.

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

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

Tig was hot on your heels.

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

“Baby—“

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

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

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

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

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

That wasn’t your thing, however.

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

“Hey!” Tig yelled, pointing at you.

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

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

Your heart was pounding.

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

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

But you weren’t scared of him.

Not anymore.

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

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

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

He was so short tempered. But never with you.

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

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

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

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

Until now.

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

Fists clenched.

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

He rolled his jaw.

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

“You spend too much time with Tara—“

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

“Not a gang!”

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

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

He didn’t care.

He couldn’t find a reason to care.

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

Only temporarily, of course.

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

#tig trager #tig trager x reader #tig trager x you #sons of anarchy #sons of anarchy fic #sons of anarchy fandom #tig trager fanfiction #tig trager fic #sons of anarchy imagines

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spaghettificationandpretzels · 1 year

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

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

⬆️ I would like to be “destiny” 😈 LOL

Masterlist

Cotton and Lace

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

2.2K words

Comment if you want to be tagged/removed or follow #Sp's fluffiest Smutfest

The beginning

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

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

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

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

Jax chuckled, "she can be a lot."

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

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

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

****

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You got any plans for the morning?"

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

Jax smiled, "that sounds nice."

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

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

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

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

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

You smiled, "you."

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

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

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

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

You giggled, "ok."

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

You nodded, "yes, are you?"

He smirked, "hell fucking yeah."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You sighed, "you are a smug bastard."

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

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

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

Jax smirked, "the night is still young."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Jax, I'm close."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I love you too Jax."

Fin

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aliferousdreamer · 4 months

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here's my jax x tara playlist

thanks to anyone who listens!! ♡♡♡

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witchthewriter · 1 year

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𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐀𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐲 𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐐𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐞

Tagged by @yourwinchesterbros. I’m reverse uno-ing; you have to play too!

Warnings: swears, soa themes, talks of episodes - so suicide mentions, violence

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑰 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒊𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉

Oh my god, I think I fell in love with Opie. His height, his tattoos, his dedication to his wife...it was all so sexy. I mean I still love him, but I also feel like he didn’t really have a personality...

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑰 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒔 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒂𝒔 𝑰 𝒅𝒐 𝒏𝒐𝒘:

Chibs; I didn’t think I would love an old Scot so much. His interactions with his daughter still make my heart melt. I wish there was more of them.

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒆𝒍𝒔𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏’𝒕:

I really don’t like Bobby, he just feels like a seedy old man to me. He didn’t ... do much for the club. And how he treated Cherry... even if it was an act, it was awful.

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑰 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒆𝒍𝒔𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒔:

I don’t know! Is Nero hated? I really like Nero - he was a stable man who did his best, especially for his son. And what he wanted for his son was beautiful, I hope Jax’s boys have a lovely time growing up on that farm

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑰 𝒖𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒅𝒐𝒏’𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓:

... Juice. I hate cowards, and I’m not talking about his suicide attempt, that was; valid? I guess you could say. But he seemed like the weakest link - he kept getting involved with the cops no matter what. Why couldn’t he just go to the club and tell them what was going on in the first place?

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑰 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒕𝒐𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒔𝒎𝒐𝒐𝒄𝒉:

OPIE !! CHIBS !! TIG !! TARA !! LYLA !! I can’t just choose one person, are you crazy?! I would die if Chibs called me sweetheart in that swoon-worthy Scottish accent though. And Opie’s heIGHT, oh my god - I get weak at the knees just thinkin’ about him.

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑰’𝒅 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆:

Tara mixed with Gemma; knowledge, ambition, brains, fire, ‘don’t fuck with me’ attitiude. I like the thought of being intimidating tbh - but really I’m just a big ol’ softie.

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑰’𝒅 𝒔𝒍𝒂𝒑:

There are a LOT; Clay, Bobby, all the villains... Oh god June! All the people involved in stealing Abel and not giving him back. Like how can I just choose one?? Line ‘em up and just do one big slap line.

𝑨 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆:

I - I don’t actually have a pairing that I love. Jax and Tara ... she had so much to live for and his decisions kept holding her back. She was basically a single mother as well as a doctor, and handled Gemma.

Opie and Donna felt like they came from two separate worlds and he only showed passion for her when she died.

And then Opie and Lyla... it didn’t feel right. It didn’t click.

Clay and Gemma - well they were perfect for one another, but I don’t ‘love them’ per say. Because of what Clay did to Gemma; it churns my guts.

𝑨 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒔𝒆:

Chibs & Althea. Chibs never really had any romantic partners throughout the series, and they gave him a COP?! Watching it for the first time... I was EMBARRASSED for Chibs ... And I always skip the episodes when they’re together.

I also HATED Jax and Colette; she looked as if she was his mother. And it felt ... Freudian. Like a weird Mummy kink thing. I know it wasn’t a proper relationship but they still hooked up and it felt so odd.

An additional question that I want to add:

𝑾𝒉𝒐 𝒅𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒃𝒔𝒐𝒍𝒖𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒔𝒆?

Otto Delaney! Hated, hated, hated him! Made me feel so icky, oh and that guy who wanted revenge for his sister. Oh he made me absolutely furious - his hypocrisy!

#sons of anarchy #soa #sons of anarchy fandom #sons of anarchy fandom questionnaire #fandom questionnaire #soa questionnaire #jax teller #opie winston #chibs telford #tig trager #happy lowman #juice ortiz #clay morrow #gemma teller #gemma teller morrow #gemma morrow #tara knowles

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theycallmequeenie · 1 year

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Lexie and Happy

Master List

P1, P2, P3, P4, P5, P6, P7, P8, P9, P10, P11, P12, P13

Part 14:

A/N: Hey all Queenie here. I know it’s been a while, life hasn’t exactly been gentle with me this past year. I’m sorry I’ve been away for so long. Believe me when I say I feel like and utter failure and that I’m letting every last one of you down by not writing and putting out content or you all. Know that I love all of you and appreciate all the likes and reblogs I get, I promise I do a little happy dance every time I get a notification. Just giving some context, we are just assuming Lexie’s Tv is a Roku enabled device.

Lexie shook her head at her uncle, not wanting to rehash the argument she just had because she knew he would most likely side with Happy in the matter. She asked Tig to just send Happy home, she simply wanted some time to herself and to let the crew at the garage know that she’d be back in the next day if for nothing else to keep up with the and a change in surroundings. Tig had tried to say that it could all wait but was cut off by Lex telling him the same thing she had told Happy. She needed to keep pushing so she could remain herself. Unlike Happy though Tig seemed to understand what Lexie was telling him. She needed her routine back to stay sane. Something Tig could understand that Hap seemingly couldn’t.

He knew she wouldn’t relent in getting back into the swing of things, so to speak. Lex wanted to stay busy to avoid concentrating on the trauma. He had to give it to her she was doing her best to work through it all, and with luck, not run from it this time. He had tried so hard to get his niece back to her home. She finally relents and returns only for this to happen to her. He hated himself for letting this all happen and wanted with every fiber of his being to undo all the bad form the last three days. Even though he knew there was no way to do that it hadn’t stopped him from wishing he could.

With a sigh he shook his head and told her that he would drive her to the garage in the morning for a few hours only and kissed her forehead before leaving her room to talk to Hap.

Tig grabbed Happy by the shoulder and walked him to the kitchen so that Lexie wouldn’t hear them arguing. Happy was already protesting being escorted away from her. He wasn’t going to go back into her room not after they had fought but he wanted to stay close to her for safety and comforts sake. His more so than hers. Tig informed him of Lex’s decision and told him that despite agreeing with him, Lex was going to be taken into the garage office for a few hours the next day. When Happy tried to voice his argument Tig stopped him with a simple, “if we stop her from going about her routine, we will lose her.” And neither of them wanted that.

Happy stopped arguing at that statement and frowned at his brother, “So what exactly is it that I do now?” His frown grew deeper with Tig’s response.

“Go home and let her process this how she needs to process. There isn’t anything else we can to Brother. I know you want to stay within arm’s reach of her but right now I think space would be for the best for the both of you.”

Happy tried to protest this but knew that Tig was right. Space would be good for all parties involved and he knew Lex would be kept safe by Tig and Vee. The threat had been handled and as far as everyone knew, there were no others to be concerned about. Something in him was screaming at him to go try to make up to Lex but he knew all it would do was upset her more and she had dealt with enough in the last day or so. He nodded and reluctantly left without saying another word to Lex or Tig.

Tig let out a sigh and returned to Lexie’s room to let her know that Happy had left, being met with only a nod from her, he decided to sit on the edge of her bed as gently as he could. Picking up the remote to the television he gave her a soft smile, “So, Kiddo, what are we going to watch?”

Lex shrugged at her uncle trying to ignore her feelings about Happy leaving without Ellington her goodbye. Somehow Tig knew and picked one of er favorite comfort movies and pressed play. As the opening credits to The Princess Bride started playing Lexie seemingly relaxed slightly, shifting herself closer to her uncle and settling in to watch the movie with him.

They sat there watching the movie with Tig occasionally quoting the more memorable lines from it. At the ‘Anybody want a peanut’ one Lex let out a little giggle. She always did laugh at that line. Hearing her giggle made Tig smile, it reassured him that his girl was still in there somewhere. Even if she was battered and bruised.

Happy returned to his home and sent the prospect, that he had sent there to watch Ope while he was with Lex, home. He made sure to walk and play with his white pit bull before sitting down at hi desk with a pen and paper. He had been playing around with the idea of Lexie getting his crow tattooed on her but after everything she just went through, he decided that could wait for the time being. If his ole lady wanted to push through this trauma and try to expedite her healing process, then he was going to help her. As he stared at the blank piece of paper, he started sketching out a rough draft of a Medusa Head. Knowing Lexie like he did he knew exactly what she would ask for and he decided to deliver it and then some. He spent his night working on making that draft perfect and only once he was satisfied with how it looked did, he put the supplies away and turning in to grab a few hours of sleep. He decided that once Lexie’s physical injuries had healed, he would be the one to tattoo that on her along with his crow if she could handle sitting for those pieces for that long. She had some trouble toughing out sitting for the one bigger piece she had asked him for around her nineteenth birthday, which was a feminized version of a Grim Reaper with ‘Don’t fear’ above it on her left thigh. He was the one that also tattooed her little smiley face, that mirrored all of his smiley faces, over her heart saying that happy face would mean more to her than a crow from him. He also knew that she would eventually ask for memorial pieces for Jax and Opie. But design those were going to wait until he was asked. As he laid down in his bed wishing that she was there with him, he let out a low grumble wishing he had just stayed with her the other night instead of talking with Tig and Vee.

Happy wasn’t the only one with regrets about that night, Tig was silently beating himself up over what had happened to Lex. For almost all of her life He was the one that had always protected her and the knowledge that she was taken let alone the rest of what she was put through on his watch was eating him alive. He spent the day with Lex in her room watching all her old comfort movies from her younger years, most of which he hadn’t seen since before she had left town.

He had noticed that she had drifted off to sleep at some point during the second Ghostbusters movie which made him sigh as he tried to get up without disturbing her. Picking up her phone he made sure she had an alarm set for in the morning and left the room to get ready for bed himself.

Vee had met him in the hallway asking if things were alright between everyone. Tig explained what happened between Lexie and Hap and Vee understood all too well the need to push past trauma and return to the routine of daily life and left her love know that this was the right thing for Lex in her opinion and started helping Tig ready himself for what little sleep he would allow himself to get…

To Be Continued…

A/N Part 2: Thank you so much for reading this fic. I apologize for the endless run-on filler and sentences (Yay neurodivergence and dyslexia…. NOT) With Luck and cooperation from the chaos gremlins in my life Part 15 will be written and posted before the month is out. As I have previously posted I’m trying to keep an order to how my fics are done and posted and this one is number 1 on the list. I love you all and are incredibly grateful for those of you who have stuck around and those who have only just found my flaky self. I know I go off grid for months at a time but I’m trying hard to fix the headspace issues that cause this. You guys (meant in the gender-neutral manner) truly do mean the world to this crazy chaotic little gremlin behind these keys. As always, Much Love, Queenie.

Part 15

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Everything left unsaid

Hi! Can you do a David Hale request? I feel like he isnt appreciated enough. Reader is Jaxs sister and secretly dating Hale. She works alot and has night shifts and some rival gang Jumps/ kidnaps and rapes her/ or whatever you like to write. She isnt telling anyone so she wont seem weak but David catches up and asks SAMCRO whats up. You can add an ending to your liking

A/N: I loved this request so much and I spent a lot of time thinking about how I wanted it to play out. I didn’t want to go into detail with the rape scene so I made it that it was implied.

I have never experienced this type of trauma before but I do want to say I am so so sorry if you have. This story is completely fictional and I do not mean any harm . If you need someone to talk too, I am here.

Again, I’m pretty sure I say this every time I post but I am still rusty at my writing. I try to do this in my spare time at work and in between classes so please don’t judge too hard.

David Hale x reader.

Trigger warnings: IMPLIED rape scene, violence, swearing, sadness, and drug use. If I missed anything, please let me know.

This has NOT been proofread.

I hope you enjoy!

“Are you sure you don’t want me to pick you up when you’re off?” Hale questioned into the phone.

“It’s find David, try to enjoy work. I’ll be home soon.” Closing my car door, David let out a sigh.

“Alright but if you need anything or an escort don’t hesitate to call, I’ll have a deputy on the way in less than five.” A smile spread across my face.

“Okay, I will!”

“Alright, I love you.”

“I love you more.” I hung up the phone up and began to make my way into work.

“Hey Larry! Have we been busy?” I questioned laying my purse down.

“Nah, not too bad but there is another biker gang here just for warning.” I walked over to the kitchen door for a peak and seen four guys sitting at a booth in the far back drinking beers.

“How long have they been here?” I questioned, closing the door and making my way back over to Larry.

“About an hour or so but if you want me to take care of them I can.” With a smile, I pulled on my apron and opened the kitchen door.

“I got this.”

~~~ Time skip ~~~

“Have a good night Larry!” I yelled out as I made my way through the back door.

“You too, doll face!” He yelled back before the door slammed shut. I made my way to the dumpster and took the trash out before digging through my purse looking for my keys.

“What’s a pretty young thing like you doing out here all alone?” I stood in fear as the deep voice of a stranger spoke behind me. Without turning around, I started walking at a quickened pace. I kept my hand in my purse digging through to find my keys. “Hey you! I’m talking to you!” At this point I practically began sprinting to my car but it was too late. As I was about to reach my car, I dropped my keys and phone as a hand reached out and grabbed ahold of my waist.

“Let go of me!” I screamed as his grip tightened, out of the corner of my eye; I noticed three other guys approaching.

“Now, now, we just wanna have some fun, don’t we guys?” I heard a few chuckles and yeahs in the night air, as my heart hammered out of my chest.

“Please, take whatever you want, just let me go.” With his arms still wrapped around my waist, he leaned down to whisper into me ear.

“Oh we will take what we want but first we want you to send a message to SAMCRO.” He began to drag me over to the dark alleyway while the others followed.

“Please, no.” I sobbed as he threw me to the ground and took ahold of my arms to restrain them.

“Shh, we wouldn’t want anyone to hear you now and ruin the fun we have planned.” Tears streamed down my face as he reached down to pull off my leggings exposing my black laced panties. “I bet you, deputy Hale would love to see his little whore like this.” Hauling out a knife from his back pocket.

I went to let out a scream but one of the others came over and covered my mouth.

“Don’t worry sweetheart, this will all be over real soon.” And with that he cute off my panties and

my heart immediately sunk, the next thing I knew, I felt sharp pain in my head and then everything went black.

I awoke with a splitting migraine in an alleyway, the sun began peaking through the buildings. I attempted to sit up when I felt a sharp pain in my abdomen, I looked down to see my underwear were torn off me and thrown to the other side of alleyway along with my purse. Tears began to stream down my face as I came into realization at what happened.

I stood up and immediately pulled my leggings on and grabbed my purse, I walked out of the alleyway and over to my car. My keys and phone were left untouched, I reached down and picked them up. A dozen missed calls from Jax and Hale, over twenty missed messages from the club, Hale and Jax.

Throwing my phone into my purse, I unlocked my car and got in, wiping away my tears. I started the car and headed back to the club.

When I pulled up, I seen Jax and Opie sitting on the picnic table, as soon as Jax saw my car he immediately hopped off the table and made his way over to me.

“Where the hell have you been?! I almost had Hale have a search team out looking for you!” He yelled opening my car door. I climbed out and refused to make eye contact with him, instead I made my way over to the club. “(Y/N)! I’m talking to you.” I stopped mid-walk as a cold shiver went down my spine and a flash of last night replayed in my head.

“Just leave me alone Jax!” I yelled back as tears streamed down my face as I took off into the dorms and slammed the door, letting out a silent sob as my back slid down the door.

~~~ Two weeks later ~~~

I was sitting at the picnic table reading when I heard a car pull up, I looked up to see Hale pulling up. Closing my book, I smiled up at him.

“Hi baby.”

“Hey angel, where are the boys?” Hale questioned.

“Now, you know I can’t tell you that. All I can say is, they’re out at the moment.” I said with a smirk. Hale chuckled at my response before smirking back at me while leaning down on the table.

“So, you’re telling me, you’re all by yourself?” I bit my lip and nodded. “Well, ma’am, I think I’m gonna have to stay with you to ensure you will be alright.” I held back laugher.

“I guess so, officer. How about I take you inside?” I said standing up.

“Hold on a second, ma’am.” I stopped mid-walk. “I’m going to have to carry you in.”

“Oh and why is that officer?”

“Because your legs need to be kept elevated above your head, if you know what I mean.” This time I couldn’t hold it back in and let out a laugh.

“Well then, come here big boy.” And with that, he lifted me up, pressing a kiss to my lips I wrapped my legs around his waist as he hoisted me up and made his way to my dorm room. Walking in, he dropped me onto the bed and turned to lock the door.

“I was thinking about you all day.” Hale said removing his gun from his holster and laying it onto my dresser.

“Oh, have you now? What have you been thinking about?” Making his way over to me, I leaned back on my elbows.

“I think I should show you, rather than tell you.” Reaching down he started to remove my leggings, I immediately flashed back to when I was in that alleyway, without thinking I let out a scream and backed away from Hale.

“No, please no!”

“Baby calm down! What’s wrong?” Before I had the chance to respond Jax, Chibs and Tig trust through the door with the rest of the club following behind, guns up and ready.

“(Y/N)! What’s wro- Hale? What the fuck are you doing here?” Jax yelled lowering his gun but not removing his hand from the trigger.

“I uh…”

“Were you just trying to fuck my little sister?” Jax yelled.

“No! Well, I uh…” Hale stood up holding his hands up in defence.

“Well, then what the fuck were yo-“

“Get out! Just get the fuck out!” I screamed before getting up and running into the bathroom and slamming the door.

Hale’s POV:

As soon as the door slammed shut behind (Y/N), I turned back to Jax.

“I can explain.” His eyes narrowed.

“You better, church now!” He yelled out the door before turning and making his way down the hall.

I looked back towards the bathroom door before letting out a sigh and following Jax down the hall. Following them into the church, we all took a seat.

“Now, what the fuck is going on?”

“Well, (Y/N) and I have been dating for the last eight months but.”

“Wait what?!” Jax yelled, standing up.

“She wanted to keep it a secret because she didn’t want to upset you guys.” I said trying to stay calm. “But something happened a few weeks ago and she’s been really off, she’s kept to herself.”

“What do you mean?” Jax questioned as concern laced his expression

“Well, I wanted to surprise her today. So, I showed up unexpectantly and we started to get uhm... intimate but then when I started to pull down her uhm…” I made eye contact with Jax to see him fuming. “Anyway, you get the picture, she freaked out and kept saying no please no. I think something happened.”

“I don’t understand, what do you mean something happened?”

“Well, about two weeks ago when we thought she went missing, we got a report that her boss Larry said she left at around 10PM that night but her car was out back all night long. That’s not like her.” I said as Jax looked around.

“Are you saying she was kidnapped?” Jax questioned, standing up with concern.

“Well, not necessarily kidnapped, but what if someone jumped her? Or worse?” Without a second thought, Jax took off out the door and down the hall. I stood up immediately and took off after him. “Jax, what are you doing?”

“I’m getting to the bottom of this.” Before I had a chance to respond, he knocked on her dorm. “(Y/N), it’s Jax and Hale. We need to talk to you.” It was silent for a few moments before she spoke.

“Come in.” When we opened the door, she was sitting on her bed, redressed in a samcro hoodie and leggings. “What’s up?”

“(Y/N), we need to talk.” Jax started.

(Y/N)’s POV:

My heart sunk when Jax spoke.

“What about?” I said trying to keep my voice calm.

“(Y/N), what happened when you didn’t come home that night a few weeks ago?” I felt tears brim my eyes.

“(Y/N).” Hale spoke up with sincerity in his tone. This caused me to break down.

“I’m sorry.” I couldn’t hold back the tears as they streamed down my face. “I didn’t know what to do, I was so scared.” I sobbed out, as Jax reached over and wrapped his arms around me.

“It’s okay, you have nothing to be sorry for but what happened?” He pressed on.

“I was raped.” As soon as the words left my lips, I felt the with lift off of my chest.

“What?!” Jax and Hale said at the same time. “Why didn’t you come to us?” Jax questioned.

“Because I didn’t want you to think I was weak. I thought I could handle it but when Hale and I… All I could see was them.”

“Who?” Hale finally spoke.

“They called themselves L.O.A.N.” Hale’s face dropped.

“My brother raped you?”

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A/N: What a shocking twist! I started this story weeks ago and honestly didn't know which rival to do it about but when I remembered Hale's brother was apart of one, I just had to do it.

In saying that, if this gets enough interest I will do a part two but for now we leave it at this.

Thank you to the person who requested this, I hope you see it and love it just as much as I loved your request and support.

To all my lovely followers, I love you, I'm here for you and I will be seeing you real soon.

Till next time,

Your's truly,

Imagininghim.

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

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

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

"Fuck off man!"

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dallianceangel · 14 days

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𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐇𝐨𝐦𝐞 🐱👅💦

Here’s another random drabble for you, I hope you enjoy 😜

🫦 comments, likes and reblogs are highly appreciated 🫦

“I’ve missed this.”

“You don’t say,” you chuckle loudly, currently bent over the pool table while Bishop slams in and out of you from behind. “We’ve only been apart for a day.”

Bishop laughs in your ear. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

A moan escapes your lips as he increases the pace, his thumb now circling your swollen clit. “It’s not, Obispo, but you could have at least said hello first.”

Sliding out of you, he turns you around, smiling at you before burying his head between your legs and spelling out Hello with his skilled tongue.

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The silent treatment: tig trager

You were mad at your husband tig he spent so much time at the clubhouse with the guys and there wasn't much time for just you, missing his touch missing the way he’d talked to you and the way tig touched you always wanting him bad but when he always got late and left early,

However today tig came home early than usual you were reading on the bed, pretending not to notice he was back,

You heard him call out your name but you didn't respond. ‘’Babe? Are you home?’’

Hearing a light knock on the door, ‘’Honey? Oh there you are.’’

He smiled, his bright eyes lighting up. I called out for you didn’t you hear’’?

You didn’t answer, tig came closer and sat on the bed next to you.

I planned something special for us to do, something special to make up for not spending time with you, still not answering you were trying to so hard to resist

‘’Baby..’’ you turn your head away from him trying not to give in on him.

C’mon look at me, i know you want to.’’ shaking your head pouting

I’ll make it up to you, i promise i’ll do anything you’’

You finally turned to him and tig’s smile grew bigger. ‘’There she is,

Thank you so much for reading ❤️

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Love Me Like You Do~ Part 5

Juice Ortiz X Reader

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“Okay everyone! Listen up!” I yelled as I gathered the crew around the bar. “I appreciate all of you being here tonight. It’s going to take all hands on deck if we’re going to be as busy as I hope we are. Now, my wonderful kitchen guys, have you made the decision on who’s doing what tonight?”

Leo, Remi, Paulo and Joe all nodded. “Yes ma’am, boss. I’ll take the lead and Joe and Remi will be working on helping cook the orders and Paulo will be getting them ready to head out the door.” Leo explained.

“Great.” I turned to the girls. “Amelia, Serena and Cypress, you three know what sections you will be?”

“Yes ma’am. I’ll be the balcony. Serena will be mid section tables 5 through 10 and Cypress will be all the booths.” Amelia responded.

“Awesome. Now, Donna and I will be helping out Talia and Willow at the bar. I’ll occasionally make my rounds. If I come across a table needing drinks and you haven’t made it back to them yet I will help out. That’s why we have the walkie system. If any of you get overwhelmed out on the floor or at the bar, just press the button on the belt walkie and let me know. Same goes for you guys in the kitchen. Ding the bell four times to let me or Donna know you need help. I don’t want anyone struggling tonight, okay? We’re a team. A family.”

Everyone nodded. I gave them the okay to get everything in order and they went their own ways.

“Hey, Donna? Can you come with me to the apartment? I need help finding something to wear.”

She nodded. “Of course!” She linked her arm with mine and we walked out the back.

When we got inside she started digging in my closet. She dug way back to the back and pulled out some skintight black jeans.

“Now these are nice!” She held them up. “Here, put these on.”

I took them from her and put them on while she dug around some more. I was surprised they still fit after all those years of carrying them around. I went to look at myself in the mirror but Donna stopped me.

“Nope! Not yet. I want to complete the whole look before you do.” She smiled that devilish smile at me.

I playfully rolled my eyes. “Fine.”

She then gave me a pair of knee high boots with a shirt heel and a Sons of Anarchy shirt that I had made my own before I left. I cut the sleeves off and put purple rhinestones around the sleeve edges and had cut a V into the neckline, stitching it with silver thread.

Once I had it all on, she sat me down at the table and began fixing my hair and makeup. After half an hour she was done.

“Okay, go look!”

I went to my stand up mirror and gasped at the sight. Donna had done my makeup natural and my hair was pulled back with a rhinestone clip with a few strands pulled out to frame my face. I stared myself down. I almost didn’t recognize myself.

“He’s going to fall head over heels for you in this.” Donna said, leaning her chin on my shoulder.

“Who?”

“Who else?”

“Juice?” I shook my head. “I doubt it. Sure he said he likes me but I don’t know if he feels anything different.”

“I beg to differ. The way he looks at you is the way I catch your brother staring at me sometimes. Like I’ve hung the moon and the stars are my halo. I think it’s just more than like.” She smiled.

“I never got to tell him how I felt. He got the call for club business. Then I was busy preparing for the dinner and tonight. I haven’t got to talk to him much.”

“How do you feel about him?”

I sighed. “Likes he’s everything I didn’t know I needed. Like the missing puzzle piece my heart needs to be complete. He sees past the extra weight and accepts it, even if I don’t.” I whispered the last part.

Donna smiled. “I think I have an idea of how you can finally tell him. Come on. I’ll tell you on the walk back. It’s almost time to open this place up.”

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“Guys! Let’s go! Amethyst Edge opens in less than an hour! I want all of us to be there when (Y/N) opens the doors!” Clay yelled across the clubhouse.

Whoops and hollers were heard all around. The guys filed out the Clubhouse doors and onto their bikes.

“Where’s Piney?” Clay asked.

“He already left for the bar. Wanted to be sis’s first costumer.” Opie replied.

Clay just nodded. “Let’s go!”

It took all of 15 minutes for the guys to make it to the bar. The parking lot was already filling up. Opie patted Jax and pointed. He smirked and tapped Clay to show him, too. (Y/N) had made a section just for them in the front, a reserved parking sign for each of them and all. They made their way to the front and parked.

Juice found his spot and smiled. He couldn’t wait to see you tonight. He hadn’t been able to talk to you in a couple weeks properly and it was driving him crazy. Him and the others walked in the bar.

“Holy shit. Little Winston pulled it off. This place is amazing!” Tig said.

Music was already playing through the speakers and people were gathering in different sections. They made their way to the bar. Opie spotting Donna first.

“Hey babe. Where’s (Y/N)?”

“Hey guys. She’s giving herself a pep talk before she addresses everyone to get the night started. Give me a sec.” Donna put her earpiece in. “(Y/N), they’re here.”

“What’s that about?” Juice asked, pointing at her ear.

“It’s out means of communication. She told me to let her know when y’all got here. She didn’t want to start anything before.” She nodded her head to the stage. “Speaking of.”

The music stopped and everyone turned towards the stage area.

“Holy shit.” Juice whispered under his breath, or so he thought.

“She’s beautiful, right?” Donna asked.

“Yeah. She is.”

Donna gave Opie a wink before turning her attention to her sister in law.

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I took a deep breath and walked out of my office and onto the stage. The lights brightened and the music stopped. I looked out through the crowd and couldn’t help my smile. I spotted the guys in the back and instantly my eyes found Juice.

“Hi everyone! My name is (Y/N) Winston and I’d like to welcome you to my place, Amethyst Edge!” Hollers went around. “A few things before we officially open this place. We have food, drinks of any kind, pool tables and karaoke. If you hit on any of my girls, and they reject you and you keep pestering them, you will be out. I want this to be a atmosphere everyone can enjoy. If you want to show us the vocal talents, the karaoke list is to the left, pick and let us hear you. If you see Son with a kutte, don’t be afraid. They are my family and Amethyst Edge unofficial bouncers.”

I looked at my watch. “It is now 7pm, Amethyst Edge is open for business!”

Whoops and hollers went around. I started the music back up and hit the button for the lights to strobe. I made my way down to the bar.

“Welcome boys! It’s officially opening night and remember, two rounds on me then you got to pay up. The girls know to start the tab and I’ll leave it amongst you to figure out who pays.” I gave each of them a hug.

I finally made it to Juice. The smile I adored so much plastered to his face. “You look beautiful.”

“Thanks. Donna helped. Now.” I went around the bar. “You’ll be my very first customer, what can I get you?”

“Surprise me.”

I gave him a smirk. “Coming right up.”

I made him an Old Fashioned and passed it to him. He took a sip and his eyes got wide.

“Oh shit this is good.”

I gave him a wink. “You’re welcome. Need anything else, you know what to do.”

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Juice sat at the bar and watched (Y/N). She was a natural at bartending, even better being out and interacting with the customers. He couldn’t take his eyes off of her all night.

“Juice? You good?”

He turned to see Opie sitting there, watching over his wife and sister.

He nodded. “Yeah. I’m good. Just enjoying this.” He raised his glass.

Opie smirked. “I know what your enjoying; and it’s not just the drink.” He nodded his head towards his sister. “Have you told her yet?”

“Yeah, sort of. The night we left for the run. I didn’t get to hear what she was going to say. We haven’t been able to talk much since.”

“Give her time. She’s just enjoying this high of her business doin so well tonight. She’s been a busy woman. I promise you, if I know my sister well, I’d say she likes you, too.”

Opie patted his friend’s back and walked to the table with the other guys. Juice really hoped Opie was right.

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Karaoke had started and I was having a blast. The songs people had chosen really made the people in the bar more excited. I kept watching the guys every now and then, making sure they were being taken care of.

“(Y/N), it’s almost time. Come on.” Donna pulled me away and towards the back.

When the last person finished their song, Donna cut the lights. She put me on the stage and chose a song and a light strobe. I took a deep breath and relaxed. This was the perfect way for me to tell Juice how I felt.

The song started and the lights started blinking with the music. I took a breath and started singing.

You're the light, you're the night

You're the colour of my blood

You're the cure, you're the pain

You're the only thing I wanna touch

Never knew that it could mean so much, so much

The lights got brighter and when the guys seen it was me the started hollering.

You're the fear, I don't care

'Cause I've never been so high

Follow me through the dark

Let me take you past our satellites

You can see the world you brought to life, to life

So love me like you do, la-la-love me like you do

Love me like you do, la-la-love me like you do

Touch me like you do, ta-ta-touch me like you do

What are you waiting for?

Juice couldn’t believe it. (Y/N) was on the stage singing, and could she sing. He felt his heart start to race and pound out of his chest. He couldn’t stop watching the way she moved with the words.

Fading in, fading out

On the edge of paradise

Every inch of your skin is a Holy Grail I've got to find

Only you can set my heart on fire, on fire

I found Juice in the crowd, watching. I knew it was now that he had to know how I felt. I caught his eyes and sang with everything in me, hoping he would know.

Yeah, I'll let you set the pace

'Cause I'm not thinking straight

My head's spinning around, I can't see clear no more

I let me heart sing through and took a deep breath.

What are you waiting for?

Suddenly my girls started belting out with me.

Love me like you do, la-la-love me like you do (like you do)

Love me like you do, la-la-love me like you do

Touch me like you do, ta-ta-touch me like you do

What are you waiting for?

The guys started whooping and hollering. Juice could feel his heart swell with love. She was actually singing to him. Her words and emotion had him on the edge of his seat.

Love me like you do, la-la-love me like you do (like you do)

Love me like you do, la-la-love me like you do (ye-yeah)

Touch me like you do, ta-ta-touch me like you do

What are you waiting for?

I'll let you set the pace

'Cause I'm not thinking straight

My head's spinning around, I can't see clear no more

I pointed in Juice’s direction, watching how he was watching me.

What are you waiting for?

Love me like you do, la-la-love me like you do (like you do)

Love me like you do, la-la-love me like you do (ye-yeah)

Touch me like you do, ta-ta-touch me like you do

What are you waiting for?

Love me like you do, la-la-love me like you do (like you do)

Love me like you do, la-la-love me like you do (whoa)

Touch me like you do, ta-ta-touch me like you do (ah)

What are you waiting for?

I finished the song as everyone erupted in applause and yells. I gave them a smile. That’s when I seen him come running to me.

Juice was out of his seat and on the stage before he knew it. He grabbed (Y/N)’s face in his hands and look led in her eyes. That adorable smile creeping in when her eyes met his.

“Is that really how you feel?” He asked.

I nodded. “Yeah. It is.”

Suddenly his lips met mine. My heart exploded with the way he kissed me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and deepened the kiss. Everything around us faded away. After needing air we laid out foreheads together.

“I love you, (Y/N).”

I smiled. “I love you, too, Juice.”

He gave me that heart melting smile and took me off the stage. Once back with everyone cheers went up all around.

“Treat her right, or I’ll be the one you have to worry about.” Opie said.

“Don’t worry, baby. He’s going to treat her good.” Donna said kissing Opie’s cheek.

I couldn’t be happier than I was in that moment. Everything had fallen into place. I had my family, my business and a wonderful guy. Who could ask for more?

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A/N: Well, that’s it folks!!! You all have been so amazing reblogging and liking this story!! It went bigger than I though!! Any comments or thoughts on this are welcomed!

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ravennaortiz · 3 months

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Prompt 2& 11 for chibs please 🥰😊

You want this handsome Scotsman here? With prompts 2: I'm not the right man for you and 11: I'm not enough for you?.......Done!!!! I hope you enjoy this little dish. Feel free to stop by anytime!

As always 18+

Proven Wrong

The flash of hurt in yours eyes stung Chibs as he tried to let you down gently. You were one of his best friends daughter and you deserved so much more than an old outlaw biker. "It's not ye Lass. Your gorgeous and deserve the world. It's me I'm the problem" explained Chibs as he watched your eyes shine with unshed tears as he held you at arms length.

"I want you though" you whispered as a tear finally escaped down your cheek as you looked up at Chibs with a pout. "I'm not enough for you. You need yourself a nice young man who can get you out of this town. Who can buy you everything you want and keep you out of danger" stated Chibs gently as he tried to ignore the urge to kiss your tears away.

You had caught him off guard tonight. Showing up unexpected in a coat and nothing else had almost made him putty in your hands finally. But he had managed to regain his resolve and put a stop to this before it went farther than it should.

"What if I want an experienced man who can keep me in this town....beneath him?" you questioned as you blinked up at him through your lashes as you wet your lips. "Dammit. Stop that" growled Chibs as he closed his eyes at the image your siren call had provoked in his mind. "I'm not the right man for you." stated Chibs as he let you go and stepped back putting distance between the two of you.

"You could be though" you replied lowly as you let the coat you had on slide to the floor before turning and making your way to his bedroom. "I'm surely going to hell" mumbled Chibs after a moment before following after you all his resolve broken.

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razrbladekiss · 1 year

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NSFW ALPHABET | Jax Teller

Author’s Note: obviously, as the title suggests, this is an NSFW alphabet. so it is very explicit. and, i mean this in the nicest way possible, but if you are under 18 years of age, don’t interact with this piece.

Pairing: Jax x Fem!Reader

A = aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Oh, Jax is absolutely no stranger to taking care of his ladies after fucking the shit out of them. In my mind, he’d be the unassuming gentleman type when it comes to cleaning up and making sure you’re alright after spearing you on his cock.

But, in reality, I feel like it’d go a little more like..

You have sex

He throws a towel on your ass, or a shirt

And just as he’s about to lay next to you, quietly inciting another round, he gets a call on his burner and immediately throws on his kutte, getting back into business.

Sorry, gals.

B = body part (their favorite part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He loves his eyes, his ass, his arms, all ‘cus you do. His dick (and obvious fucking sex appeal) is what makes him such a hit with the ladies, but Jax definitely likes the fact he can charm a bitch with the most obvious twinkle in those cute little hues. Jerk.

C = cum (anything to do with cum, basically……)

Anywhere and everywhere, he loves it.

D = dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

LOVES it when he’s getting his dick sucked by you and you make cute little moans, or just any seductive sound while your lips are wrapped around him. It’s so hot, really.

He also finds it insanely hot when, after he cums, you trail a finger (or two) through the load wherever he spills it, and lick it clean off of your own skin. Like, it’s to die for.

E = experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Pfft. He knows what he’s doing. He even knows where the clit is.

Maybe.

F = favorite position (this goes without saying)

Missionary, he’s basic. He likes it when you’re fucking at the end of the bed, though, and there’s a mirror. So he can see himself.

G = goofy (are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous?)

Definitely serious. Jax is hardly humorous as it is.

H = hair (how well groomed are they?)

OHHHH VERY WELL. His pubes are just as perfect as the hair on his head, I’m sorry.

I = intimacy (how are they during the moment, romantic aspect……)

Jax is so insanely romantic during sex it makes me want to kill myself. He’s so sensual, so close to you and soft, so gentle and fucking warm. He’s perfect, basically.

J = jack off (masturbation hc)

Loooook, like Tigger, he goes off on long runs! He’s bound to have become acquainted with his right hand over time. And, I mean, I’d totally rather him having a little wank than fucking another woman whilst away.

K = kink (one or more of their kinks)

He definitely has a breeding kink. Also definitely (like I am 10000000% sure about this one) has a daddy kink, and not just an occasional “oh, daddy” during sex, I’m telling you this man LOVES it when he’s referred to like that at any fucking time. This ain’t up for debate.

L = location (favorite places to have sex)

Literally anywhere he can get his hands on you, he does not care.

M = motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

When you’re a little bit of a bitch, Jax likes that. He also finds it H O T if his lady is good with his sons, his family, and the fucking club. Like, that shit is his life. Jax adores the fact you take the time to appreciate and respect them, so he wants to (constantly) take the time to appreciate you.

N = NO (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Jax would never let you peg him, sorry girly pops!

O = oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

He definitely prefers receiving. To be honest, he strikes me as quite selfish in the bedroom, but he’d give head if he felt like it. He’s pretty good, too, but not as into it as he would be getting his dick sucked.

But, fuck ME! He would be so hot eating pussy, right? Imagine: those eyes looking up at you, just coaxing you to cum all over his tongue? Holy. Shit.

Anyway…

P = pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual?)

This one is wholly dependent on either of your moods, the time and place of which you’re fucking. By default, I’d like to think Jax takes his time pleasuring his girl.

Q = quickie (their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc)

Yeah, he likes quickies. Especially before church.

R = risk (are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc)

Risky? Jax? Hell yeah. In the bedroom, however, this man likes to stick to what he knows will have you unravelling beneath him, writhing like a motherfucker.

S = stamina (how many rounds can they go for, how long do they last….)

Jax can go all night.

T = toy (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Jax Teller’s only toy is his cock, be real!

U = unfair (how much they like to tease)

I’m gonna be so honest with you guys, Jax is probably a fucking tease in the bedroom (verbally, at least), but I feel like he’d so much rather getting down to business. Like fucking you silly is the only thing on that pretty little mind, and any charade or heckling of you will set him way back in his sex schedule.

V = volume (how loud they are, what noises they to make)

Pretty quiet, I’d say. He’s much more focused on making you scream his fucking name.

W = wild card (get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Ohh this one’s cute… But, to me, I think Jax secretly loves just holding you in those rare moments after sex that you guys don’t need to rush to get dressed again, or he doesn’t have to shoot out of the door on a call. It’s so intimate and perfect, and it reminds him that he really truly loves you, and that spending every little moment he can get with you alone is honestly his favourite thing.

X = x-ray (let’s see what’s going on in those pants)

Are we gonna be honest here? It’s huge! It’s so pretty and pink.

Y = yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

VERY FUCKING HIGH HE IS LIKE A BITCH IN HEAT.

Z = zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Sleep? Jax has never slept ever in his life.

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ineedthesons · 9 months

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#sons of anarchy #juice ortiz #soa #juice #marilyn manson #ron tully #juice x tully #Don't like don't read #Not too much hate for Twilight either #Not my bag but it definitely did something to bring Fandom to the spotlight.#And Stephanie Meyer isn't using her platform for evil #Not like Rowling #AFAIK

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steviebluesclues · 11 months

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Late

summary: chibs comes home late and ever so slightly injured but it’s ok bc he’s sweet and got u a lil sum

warnings: nothing really - fluff, the tiniest description of an injury, the gif doesn’t fit the story

authors note: i’ve never written anything before so criticism is encouraged PLEASE 🙏😫

word count: idk but it’s short

You shot up immediately once you heard Chibs’ motorcycle pulling into your driveway. He got home way later than usual today which had left you worried sick; he didn’t answer his phone, nor did any of the other Sons. You peered through the blinds, but it was too dark to see if he was hurt or if anything was wrong. Before he even got off his bike, you almost tore your front door off its hinges.

“Where the hell have you been??” He was not getting off easy tonight.

“Am sorry, lass. Got caught up in-“

“Oh Filip, you’re bleeding,” you interrupted him as you ran over to him to get a closer look. “Come in, quickly.”

You dragged him inside your shared home, heading to the kitchen to get him cleaned up. There was a large gash above his left eyebrow and another smaller one along his jawline.

“Why didn’t you answer your phone?” You demanded while getting an antiseptic for the cuts, “I was panicked half to death about you, so your reasoning better be worth it.”

“Y’know the shite the club gets into, love. I cannae always answer the phone, but am really sorry ‘bout that,” he paused, wincing from the sting of the disinfectant.

You were almost done fixing him up when he spoke again, “I bought ye something on the way back because I knew ye’d be havin’ a fit ‘bout this.”

He pulled a small box out of his pocket and handed it to you. When you opened the box, your jaw almost hit the floor. This sweet little Scottish man knew you so well. You opened it excitedly, not to be disappointed by a beautiful pair of rings (from a 24 hour jewelry shop ok). They were stunning, with gems of your favorite colors.

You hugged him so tight, you thought you might’ve broken one of his ribs. The warmth of his body enveloped you as he placed a kiss gently on your forehead. You were beaming and smiled into a second kiss.

When you, at last, pulled away, he stared into your eyes lovingly, appreciating your love and concern for him. He brought you back in to hug you once more.

“Love you, lassie.”

“I love you too, Chibs.”

#chibs sons of anarchy #chibs telford #sons of anarchy #filip chibs telford #chibs telford x reader #is this fandom still alive #probably not

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queenquinzel715 · 1 year

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1. Abel Teller 18+

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Abel Teller 18+

Y/n P.O.V

When I first became friends with Abel and Thomas people told me they'd get me hurt, but I obviously didn't listen. We grew up together, running around the compound, and causing trouble. When my parents died the club took me in, and I have the biggest family I could ever imagine. The only time things got hectic is when this cop would come around asking questions, and would only pissed people off. Like when they told Thomas the truth about Tara, and then told Abel he almost died because of Wendy. They both went to the cabin, Thomas came back after four months, but Abel stayed for almost a year. When he came back he told the club he wanted to join, but they didn't take him seriously. It wasn't until yesterday when Jax and Abel got into a fight about him being a prospect.

"I've seen everything you do anyways. What's the problem?"Abel argues.

"Because there's deeper shit you have no idea about!'' Jax yells back.

"I can handle it. I've survived this far." Abel just shrugs as he sits his beer down.

"I knew I should've made your mother take you away, but no she wanted you to be here in Charming." Jax sighs. "You can't join the club, and be okay later. It eats away at you. I've tried for so long to get this club in order, but you can't stop a train wreck." Jax shakes his head as he walks into their meeting room.

The bar is quiet until Abel slammed the door behind him, and they went back to what they were doing. I look at the door, thinking how Jax could be right, and how much pain I've seen the ol ladies go through. Abel won't listen though, he's always had a timer even when we were kids, and he beat up this boy for making a constant noise. Thomas sitting across from me takes me out of my mind. Now Thomas is different, he's more of the quiet, shy guy, but like they say you have to watch those quiet ones. Thomas learned a lot from Happy, so I could only imagine what he can actually do.

"Can you go calm him down? I can't deal with him today." He asks.

I nod, drinking the last of my beer, before walking outside. By the slamming of metal it didn't take long to figure out where he was, so I headed toward the garage. He was crouched by his bike, mumbling under his breath, and throwing tools around.

"Abel." I softly say as I shut the door.

"What (y/n)?" He doesn't turn from his bike.

"I just wanted to check on you." I tell him as I mess with a wrench on his table.

"Yes, sure. Thomas told you to come out here, and honestly I wish you wouldn't." He grumbles.

"I wanted to check on you before he even said a word to me, and if you're going to be an ass I won't check on you." I snip at him. "I hope you lose a lug nut." I curse him as I turn away.

He grabs my wrist before I could walk away, pulls me down so he is sitting on the ground with me sitting sideways on his lap. I can never breathe when he is this close to me.

"I'm not trying to be an ass to you." His hand rubs my thigh. "I just want them to leave me alone, and let me make my own choices." He rants.

"What if he's right, Abel?" I lean my head against his chest. "What if something happens to you?"

"I'm not saying nothing will happen. I'm saying I'm not running in fear of what could happen." He leans his chin against the top of my head.

"If this is seriously what you want then I'll be there whenever you need me." I softly say.

I feel a hand hold onto my side as the hand on my thigh moves my face up, so I'm looking up at him.

"I'll always need you." He kisses me softly.

His stubble burns my face as our kiss turns deeper, and his fist tightens in my hair. The hand on my thigh slides up to the dip of my waist. We pull back just a bit, enough I can feel his tongue wet his bottom lip. Talking in the yard has us pulling away, and he helps me stand. I stop him when he goes to mess with his tools again.

"Please be careful." I beg as I walk out.

When I walk outside Jax and Thomas are standing next to their bikes. I just go back to the bar, and just leave as people come in for the club party.

Abel's P.O.V.

I lit a cigarette as I watched her get into her car, and drive out the lot. I knew she wanted to tell me not to join, like everyone else, but she would never tell me to not do something. As I walk toward Thomas my dad comes out of the bar, and toward us.

"I'm joining." I tell them before I walk away. "Oh, and don't use her against me anymore." I yell over my shoulder as I go into the bar.

Over the next six months I'm put through the most stupid bullshit, and I do it to prove my point. I haven't seen (y/n) lately, that's on me for working so much, but I think it's my dad seeing if he could push my buttons enough. The only time we really have time together is at night when everyone is asleep.

Right now I'm at her apartment, everyone was busy doing their own thing, so I snuck over here. As soon as I walked through the door she asked if I was hungry, for her cooking always.

"How are things going?" She asks, turning the stove off.

"It's going. I think I'm getting more work than usual." I grumble.

She walks to stand in between my legs as she giggles at my grump face, she says it reminds her of one of those wrinkly dogs. My hands rested on her hips to get her to stand perfectly still, so I could rest my forehead on her stomach.

"You're just grumpy, because it's been four days." She laughs when I snap my head up.

"That's too long." I place her on top of the table.

The smile on her face has me dropping to my knees pulling her pj shorts off, and pulling her closer to the edge of the table. Her hands grip in my hair as I kiss up her thigh.

(Y/n) P.O.V.

I love how he kisses my body before he actually touches me, but he knows I hate it when he teases me.

"Abel please." He just chuckles at my frustrated moan.

"I know, baby. I'll get there." He talks softly, making me relax.

I almost come off the table when he finally connects his tongue to my clit, and gives a hard lick. His tongue moves over my opening, and he has to hold me down from moving so much. I couldn't hold back my release when he locked eyes with me, and gripped my leg to his shoulder. He stands over me with my legs on his shoulders. He kisses me deeply as he enters me, and lets me get comfortable. We both have to pull back to moan when he starts to move.

"Abel...you…please." My head arches back against the table when he somehow understands me, and rams into me quickly.

The grip he has on my hips is so hard I just know I'm going to get bruises, but I wouldn't dare tell him to stop. He pounds into me so hard the table scratches the floor. I just grip the end of the table, and lean back on the cool table. He moves a hand up my body, through my chest, to my throat with a hard grip as he uses my body for his own pleasure.

"God look at you." He groans as I grip his wrist to push harder on my throat. "I love when you let me take you." He leans his head against my thigh as he groans."I could stay inside you all day baby."

My eyes roll back as my body feels like it's floating over us just watching him pound into me, and bite my thigh. I couldn't slow down my release as it hits me like a train, but he doesn't stop. He has my legs completely pushed against my chest as he moves in and out of me. I wrap an arm around my knees to hold them still as he spanks the back of my thighs.

"Fuck!"

"Abel!" We moan together as he releases.

My legs fall to his waist as his head falls to my chest, and with him still inside of me he carries me to my room. I kiss along his neck and shoulder as I feel him get hard again. Just as he lays me down on the bed his phone rings, and he grumbles in my chest.

"God damn it. Baby I'm so sorry." He kisses my forehead. "I have to go." He pulls away.

"I understand, just come back." I smiled up at him.

He gets our clothes, and as he is getting dressed he kisses me hard. I giggle as I fall back from how hard his kiss is, but his phone ringing again stops him. He grabs his phone as he rushes to put the rest of his clothes. I could tell it's Jax when he answers, because he's completely distracted. I am pulling clothes out of my dresser when I'm spun around, and kissed against the dresser. He smirks at me as he walks out.

"Dad, I'm standing in front of my bike now." I heard as the front door shut.

Six months later

Abel's been a prospect for a year now, and he's finally being patched in tonight. Obviously he doesn't know, because they have parties every Friday. When he walks in I'm serving drinks, and he comes behind me, grabbing my ass.

"I won't get too drunk tonight." He says into my neck.

"Yea right." I laugh at him, knowing the truth.

He's about to give me a mouthy answer, Jax calls him into church, and after a quick glance at me he goes into the room. When the doors open about thirty minutes later my stomach is swarmed with butterflies, but I calm down when they are pushing and laughing. Abel looks good in his new kutte, and he knows it. I look at Jax, leaning against the door, watching his son cheer with his brothers with regretful and proud eyes. I walk over to him, and give him a hug.

"You can't always protect him, Jax. He's going to do what he wants." I slightly laugh, hoping to lighten him up.

"Yea I know. He's definitely a Teller." He looks down at me. "At least he has you to keep him in line."

"EVERYONE! Hey, I have something to say!" Abel yells over everyone to quiet down. "Okay I just wanted to say was fuck all of you for what you did to me, and I know my ol lady would agree when I say I'm never taking this kutte off." He gets pulled around as they cheer with him.

When he said ol lady Jax looked at me, I was stuck looking at Abel. Ol lady? Who? Abel got through the crowd, smiling so wide at me. When he steps in front of me I just look at him.

"What? Aren't you happy?" He asks, very confused.

"Ol lady?" I cross my arms.

"Yes ol lady. I wasn't wasting my time with you.'' He pulls me to his chest. "I told you I'll always need you." He kisses me, only stopping because they guys make noises behind him.

A week after his patch in party I found out I was pregnant, and it first seemed like Abel wasn't excited about it. He just said alright, and then went to work on his bike. I didn't take it too well, which led to me going back to my apartment, but he came that night with a little baby onesie with the reaper on it. He said he was freaking out, scared he wouldn't be good for us, but I told him he was the best thing already. Grace, after Tara, was born and Abel was so much in love with her. Whenever she'd make a noise he'd look at her, or rush to check on her. When she first said Dada I thought he'd blow up.

I became pregnant with our son Conner "Little" when Grace was six. His nickname came from him being a premature baby, but sadly he had the family flaw. It took so much to get Abel to understand it wasn't his fault. Conner grew up to be just as strong as Abel. Abel became president after Conner's second birthday.

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