#sons of anarchy one shot
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Only Mine: Part Two
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[description]: jax teller x fem!reader
[wordcount]: 2.2k
[cw]: 18+ only, smut, smut and more smut. unprotected p in v sex, oral m receiving, some almost getting caught tropes (kinda) and just jax having his way with you
[authors note]: so I wasn’t planning on making this a two part series but here we are! this is basically just pure smut but I owed it to you guys after that cliffhanger. thank you again to THAT anon for the fantasy that inspired this second part! it was too good not to write.
Your hands dug into the front of his leather cutte, weaving your fingers in between the cotton of his shirt. The only sound was the roaring of the bike beneath you, and the wind as it thrashed your hair into chaos against your helmet. You weren’t sure where you were going, but at this point you didn’t care. You squeezed your arms as they wrapped snug around him, tightening as he sped faster into the unknown.
Chibs followed just behind. They had been on their way to a Mayan warehouse earlier that night, before Jax decided to make a detour when he saw your car parked at the bar. When it was clear they had to go, you had begged Jax to bring you along. To your surprise, you had somehow convinced him. His dick was clouding his judgement, but you were both desperate to find an end to what you had started in the backseat of your car.
They parked the bikes in the back of a desolate warehouse, alongside a large empty truck. The building was fenced in with metal chain links and surrounded by broken security lights. From what you could see through the darkness, it was completely deserted.
Jax approached Chib as he rocked the kickstand on his bike as you waited patiently alongside his.
“Bobby and Juice on their way to the Clubhouse?”
Chib’s placed his helmet on the bike, “aye. Everything according to plan.”
“Alright, let’s get this done.”
Chibs placed his hand on Jax’s chest, “ye sure about bringing her? Could be here awhile pal.”
He knew he was right, bringing you with them wasn’t the smartest decision Jax had made tonight. He lit a cigarette between his lips as he walked back to you, “Just a straight forward drop off, Chibs. Stash the shit and get in the truck.”
Jax pulled you into him by the waist as you fumbled to undo the clasp of your helmet. His mouth pressed firmly against you, kissing you intently as his hands held your face to his. He watched you for a brief moment under him, your eyes staring up at him as he held your lip between his teeth. He broke only to smile widely down at you as he spoke, “c’mon, I got an idea.”
“We’ll be inside.” he called out, collecting a black satchel from the back of his bike. Chibs didn’t respond, only chuckling to himself as he watched Jax lead you away. “Kids.”
He pulled you through the warehouse by hand, obviously familiar with the surroundings. The building was dimly lit by a single light that shined from the entrance, just enough that you could see your feet beneath you as you walked.
You didn’t ask questions, just followed as he weaved his way through a thick maze of tall empty shelving units. He gripped your hand tighter as he pulled you into a small room cordoned off in the back of the building, housing the now derelict security unit and remnants of old office supplies.
There was a large display window that overlooked the majority of the warehouse, which would’ve been used to watch the ongoings of the building when it was up and running.
“Wait here.”
You obeyed his order, sitting on an old computer console that towered from the floor. It was just large enough that you could sit with your legs bent alongside it, straddling it beneath you.
The distant light was too far to aid in your sight as you attempted to watch him through the display window. Jax disappeared into the darkness of the warehouse. You could hear the sound of a door opening and closing from the opposite end of the building.
It felt like he was gone for eternity as you sat in silence, waiting for his return.
Suddenly an external door into the office opened, making you jump, and Jax re-entered, this time empty handed as the satchel he carried in with him was gone. He locked the door behind him. He moved toward you, now standing with his waistline parallel to your face. He was looking out into the warehouse from the side of the display window. “Just gotta wait for the pick up and then we’re out of here.”
“How long will we be? This place gives me the creeps.”
“Shouldn’t be long. Then I’m taking you home. We got unfinished buisness of our own, darlin’.”
Jax laid his hands to your cheeks, cupping your face upward to look at him. His thumb stroked your skin gently, as he peered down at you with hungry, desperate eyes.
“How ‘bout you just swallow my cock now to pass the time.”
You chuckled at his adavance, raising your eyebrows at the suggestion. “Here? What if someone comes in?”
Jax lowered himself down, forcing your head to turn on its side, as his lips pressed to your ear. He spoke slowly, unravelling you with every word. “Let them watch. I don’t give a shit. Your instructions earlier were very clear darlin’, you told me to take what’s mine. I’m going to take you, here and now. I’m going to have you where I want you, when I want you. You are mine to take, however the fuck I want.”
You nodded as he turned your face to his, your eyelids batting against your cheeks that were smushed beneath his hands. His thumb found entry between your lips and you instinctively opened your mouth wide for him. He smiled contently at how quickly you obeyed his silent demand. You held your tongue out, and he grasped at your jaw in response, turning your head side to side as he observed every inch of your face. “You are so fucking perfect. So fucking mine.”
You had never wanted him more than you did in this moment. You were prepared to beg and plead on your knees for his cock, you would do anything for it, and he knew it.
“Fill my mouth, Jax. Please.”
He leaned down to you as he unclamped the buckle to his belt, smirking against your lips as he placed them on yours.
He released his long length against your face, and you immediately took it into your hands. His head fell back as you stroked him intently, pressing the tip of his cock against your lips. You planted small, wet kisses against his shaft, as your hands caressed his erection. Once you’d kissed every inch, you took him into your mouth, forcing him in deeper as you pulled him in you by his unbuttoned jeans.
He groaned at the sensation of your wet tongue, circling his length before you choked at the fullness of him inside your mouth. There was nothing quite like gagging on Jax’s cock.
“Look at me when you take me”, he demanded. Your eyes trailed up to him as you swallowed his cock, drool dripping from your chin and down your neck. Moans escaped his gritted teeth and his hands entangled in your hair, collecting the strands into a ponytail behind your head. He tugged at the root to push you in closer, as he used your mouth over and over again.
“Get on the floor.”
You knew better than to question the order. You did exactly what he said, laying against the cold concrete floor that laid beneath you. He stroked his length as he stood above you, instructing you on every move to make.
“Take off your shirt and lay down.”
Once you were half naked on the floor, Jax lowered himself into you. His cock pressed against your waist, as he pulled down your jeans and panties.
“Spread your legs wide for me.”
Jax didn’t wait any longer. He encapsulated himself into your mound, opening your wet folds as he thrusted into you. A gasp escaped your throat as he entered, relief filtering through every inch of your core.
“Oh you’re still fucking soaked for me, babe.”
You couldn’t help but whine at the immediate pressure building between your thighs, desperately trying to hush your voice. It was near impossible to keep from screaming as the heat from your groin was burning to be released. You’d waited for what felt like forever since Jax had you in the same position in the backseat of your car, and the anticipation of being relieved was a feeling you revelled in. He grabbed your throat with his hand as you laid beneath him, your ass crushing repeatedly into the cold tile as he pounded into you.
“Remember what I told you earlier? While my face was covered in this perfect pussy?”
You couldn’t respond, let alone think of anything that happened earlier tonight. You groaned out as the length of his cock engulfed your insides, and hearing him talk this way was sending you over the edge. How the hell were you supposed to think?
“What’s wrong, darlin’? Can’t remember?”
“I can’t think straight- like t-this, Jax,” you admitted. You were staring into his eyes as he pounded into you, fighting the need for yours to roll in the back of your head.
“Let me help you.”
He sat you upright, his dick still embedded in your mound, as he lifted your legs, bending them against him. He pulled at your ass, bringing himself even further inside, the feeling of fullness overwhelming you. Your back was now arched against him, giving him full access to your clit.
“Fuck- not helping-“, you cried.
His hands travelled from your ass to your cunt, circling his fingers over the swollen nub, while he fucked you into oblivion.
“Jax- oh my go-“
He smiled as he watched you lose yourself in your climax, succumbing to his cock. His head fell back in pure bliss as he felt your orgasm squeezing him.
“I told you, you’re mine.” His cock pushed further into you as his hand tightening around your neck, the skin turning a shade of red at the force.
Your head nodded violently, “I’m yours-“ you somehow managed to muster out, your voice cracking under the pressure of your orgasm and his hand around your throat.
Just as Jax was going to unravel with you, you were interrupted by the sound of the main entrance door opening, followed by footsteps. “Did you hear that?”, you whispered.
Jax leant backward enough for him to peer over the display window. It took a moment for his eyes to adjust to the darkness to realise who the intruders were. It was Bobby and Juice.
“Is it Chibs? Do we need to go?”
Jax looked back down at you, sprawled half naked against the floor and completely, totally his. Seeing you this way, he couldn’t of cared who entered the warehouse, he was going to finish claiming you no matter who watched. He gleamed at the sight of your flushed pink cheeks and hair utterly strung awry, all the result of his doing. “Oh no, darlin’. I’m not finished with you yet.”
His cock found your entrance again, sliding into your dripping mound as he bit back a groan. “You feel so fucking good- taking me so well-“
You tried desperately to suppress your scream, failing as a squeal slipped through your lips.
Jax quickly placed his hand over your mouth, and you were thankful for the aid in silencing your whimpers. He roamed over your body and face, watching as pleas left your eyes, begging in desperation for another release. His lips pulled into a devilish smirk as he lowered himself completely into you, forcing his cock to push even deeper into your mound.
You groaned into his hand, his hips finding a way to submerge even further into your core. Jax was enjoying every moment of this, watching as your composure expired around his cock, while he never wavered, just holding himself there within you.
“You gotta be quiet for me now, darlin’,” he murmured slowly into your ear. “Can you do that for me?”
You nodded at his request, struggling to move from the weight of his body pressing against you. His hand tightened around your mouth as tears began to stream from your eyes, overwhelmed by the urge to stay silent against the extreme fullness you were enduring.
The footsteps grew closer, as Jax pushed deeper and deeper into you with each thrust.
You could hear Bobby lowly calling out, “Jax, where you at?”
He ignored his calls, focused entirely on you beneath him. Nothing else mattered to him but the way you felt wrapped around his cock.
He was relentless, repeatedly finding a new depth with each thrust into you. His hand stayed out against your mouth, and you bit at the skin to suppress the groans that couldn’t be muffled. He quickened his pace, and your fingers squeezed at the leather of his cutte as you found your final climax. Jax hunched his back, bringing his face to yours as he found his release with you, filling your aching cunt with his seed.
When he recovered from his end, he began to trail plentiful kisses from your chest, and up your neck. He paused at your jawline as he pressed a tight smile against your skin, nibbling at the flesh.
“You’re only mine.”
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i'm sorry
jax teller x reader
warnings: mature language, some mildly steamy smoochin', mostly just soft, fluffy, sappy jax. you know, what the show robbed us of.
word count: 1.1k
notes: as requested by @thisreadswhatever
i hope you enjoy, love! i had so much fun writing this 🤭 thank you again so much for your request & positive feedback on my other jax stuff ❤️
you had hardly slept. you tossed and you turned, you stared at the ceiling, you stared at the empty space in the bed that jax normally slept in. the two of you fought for hours the previous night, and ended up going to bed angry. you never went to bed angry at each other, and really you two didn't fight. but with all of the stress of the club, jax hadn't been himself lately, and he unfortunately took it out on you after dinner last night. what started as an admittedly snide comment from you about dirty dishes or something irrelevantly domestic like that turned into a screaming match between the two of you. you spewed things like "arrogant" and "mama's boy" at him, you finally broke down and told him how much you hated that he never talked to you about club stuff. and when he erupted back, he called you things like "nosey" and "ungrateful" all things that stung when you heard them, but what got you is when he called you a bitch. it wasn't what you were used to from him by any means, he typically adorned you with pet names and practically worshipped the ground you walked on.
jax knew he fucked up, the second the word left his lips. things with the club had really been getting to him, and suddenly, he felt like his world was falling apart. all his knew was the sons of anarchy, it was his legacy. but since he'd found and read his father's journals, he wasn't so sure of that anymore. he wasn't sure of most things, and he hated the uncertainty. he hated how on edge he'd been lately, working late, sometimes not even getting a chance to see you before you were off to bed. but he always came in and slipped under the covers with you and wrapped you up in his arms. god, he wished that's how last night went. just when he thought he'd been lucky enough to spend the evening with you having dinner, he had to go and fuck it up. he didn't even realize how fired up he'd gotten and how out of hand your argument got until he saw tears instantly swell up in your eyes in reaction to him calling you a bitch.
he took the liberty of sleeping on the couch, not knowing where to begin when it came to his apology. just as you barely slept, neither did jax. instead, he stared at the ceiling until the sun came up, just thinking about how he could make this up to you. was he really willing to lose you over an argument? an argument that shouldn't have even happened, he thought, but either way, the answer was absolutely not. by the time the birds started to chirp outside, he couldn't wait anymore. if he was going to do this, it had to be now, while everything he wanted to say was still fresh in his brain.
the sound of the bedroom door creaking open behind you made you go stiff. should you just act like you're asleep? before you could even decide, you felt the familiar feeling of the duvet lifting and jax sneaking under it. you bit your lip, unsure if you should just turn around and say something; tell him to leave, or tell him how upset you still were. but you stayed frozen on your side, waiting for his next move. that's when you felt him scooting closer in toward you, the warmth of his body radiating against your back. with a final, swift movement, he'd wrapped his arms around you and pulled your body flush against his.
"good morningggg," his voice was low, yet still possessed a sing-song tone that made the corner of your lips start to curl up into a smile. his hand started to work it's way up, then so gently down your arm, and jax found himself nuzzled into the crook of your neck. "i know you're awake." he mumbled into your skin before pressing a kiss to your neck, sending shivers down your spine, another kiss following not a moment after. "i'm sorry."
you sighed and finally gave up. you couldn't just sit there and pretend to sleep while he was trying so hard to get you to face him. although you still felt conflicted about all that had been said the night before, you hated not talking to him. not sleeping beside him. and he knew just how to make you weak, peppering your neck and shoulder with more and more kisses. it was kind of nice to have him so desperate for your attention and forgiveness. maybe you'd let him keep trying to prove how sorry he really was.
you shifted a bit in his grip before fluttering your eyes open to meet his baby blues. how are you supposed to stay mad at at face like that? but you kept it together, following through on making him work for it. "are you now?" the tone of your voice was so very obviously teasing him, and he knew it once he saw the cocky smirk you sported. if you wanted to play this game, he was down. "i am so," he began, all while he snaked his arms around your waist entirely, grabbing a proper hold of you. "so, so," his head dipped down and your foreheads met in the middle, "so sorry." seeing jax this way made you gush on the inside. you were starting to feel bad, almost, and you didn't see yourself playing hard to get much longer.
you were practically stuck in jax's arms, he'd been holding onto you pretty firmly and didn't intend on letting you go until he made things right with you. you'd been eye to eye, faces only inches from one another and all you could think about was his lips. his soft, beautiful, generous lips that you just couldn't take your eyes off of. and jax noticed, of course he did. he knew you wanted to kiss him, or him to kiss you, and hell, your wish was his command; no need to say it out loud.
without another second of hesitation, jax leaned into you and pushed his lips to yours hungrily. it's all you need to give in and accept his apology, returning his energy and moving in synchronization. you felt him softly bite your bottom lip, and it incites a soft moan to escape from your lip. you feel jax smile against your lips before pulling back from you, leaving you longing for him to keep going. "i knew i could make it up to you." his words made you roll your eyes, and all you could say in response was what you'd already been thinking all morning. "maybe you should be sorry more often."
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You stared at yourself through the long-standing mirror that had a crack on the left side. The dress was long, but simple, and had a lacey design of sunflowers that matched the bouquet Gemma had chosen for you. The long sleeves made with lace looked elegant and soft, covering your whole arm and finishing right at your wrists. There was no long train, no veil or crown, nothing but the dress that made you feel like a princess.
It didn’t belong to Jax’s room, where last night events were still present. The empty bottles, the cigarettes on the ground, the crumpled sheets on the corner of the bed.
A pair of your panties on the chair.
Last night was wild, but you were much more at ease that right then. In front of the mirror, in your weeding dress, you felt like throwing up.
“You look beautiful” Gemma said from the door. “Are you ready?”
“I look like a flower vase. And I guess I am”
You didn’t look at her as she came closer. She was wearing a black, tight dress that left little to imagination, but that made her look like the queen. Standing in front of his mirror, in his room, the doubts appeared for the first time. Because, what if you were rushing things? What if you were invading his family?
It hadn’t been a rushed decision, months of planning and years of dating, but with Jax it was never easy. You had known each other since you were children, playing in the street with Opie and Thomas. As Piney’s daughter, you had grown in the club, between bikes and guns. And through the years, you had found your home in Jax’s arms, and he had made its way into your heart.
Gemma turned you around until you were looking at her, and she gave you a soft smile. The first tear decided to roll down your cheek, threatening to ruin your make-up. You tried not to think about the past, about your father being killed by Clay or your brother dying in a rotten cell from a cruel beating.
Last year had been heavy on you, on the club. You had delayed the weeding until everything was solved, and you thanked Jax for being so patient. But now, minutes away, you didn’t know if you were ready.
“What’s the matter, baby?” she caught the tear before it could do any damage.
“I don’t know” you said, feeling your chest becoming tight and heavy. “I don’t know”
“It’s okay to feel nervous. You’re about to take a huge step”
“I just – I know the club if my family, Gem, but… I wished they’d be here” you tried to stop the next tear. “They aren’t”
“Oh, Y/N. Come here”
You let yourself fall against her shoulder, careful not to ruin the dress.
There were things that you were certain about, like loving Jax, wanting a life together and doing anything for Abel. But you weren’t sure about many others. The constant beef with other clubs and organizations, your role in Abel’s life, the responsibilities of becoming the wife of the club’s president. Just last night, naked and drunk, Jax and you had dreamt about your shared life from now on, and you would have thought you were invincible.
But you had learnt that good things didn’t match your lifestyle, that you weren’t that lucky.
You didn’t know how much time you spent between Gemma’s arms, just hugging her tightly and waiting for your fears to go away. It was stupid, because you had gone through horrible things together, but somehow marrying felt like the last straw.
Once you were sure you weren’t going to break down, you took a deep breath and broke away.
“You sure you’re ready?” she asked, gripping your forearm.
“Yeah. Just – yeah”
Both of you had decided that you wanted a simple weeding, just the club and a few friends, so the club had been the chosen place. A friend of the club would officiate the wedding, and then, you had rented a catering service for the day. It was simple, and easy, but you couldn’t convince your heart to play along.
You walked down the familiar hallways, now empty, holding onto Gemma’s arm. In silence, you begged yourself to enjoy the day and forget about the past.
When you saw him waiting for you, with white shirt and denim trousers, you felt those worries slipping away.
Jax had been worried that you would change your mind, that something had happened, so he had sent his mother looking for you. After last night, he had left you to get changed and get everything ready with the boys, who didn’t help calm his nerves. What did help was finally seeing you walking towards him, as pretty as a dream.
He had chosen the only shirt he owned, had ironed his trousers and cleaned his sneakers, and he felt like the tramp as you were his lady. No matter how well he cleaned himself or how much effort he put into the details – he would never catch up with you.
Abel, who was holding the wedding rings next to his father, moved around with a nervous laugh.
“She looks beautiful, right?” Jax told him, not tearing his eyes away from you.
After what felt like forever, you finally made it to his side. Gemma took away the bouquet and you leaned for a kick kiss from Abel, who laughed once more before leaving. Everyone got up as the priest started talking, but you only had eyes for each other.
For Jax, it was hard to believe he was actually there, that he deserved it. That you had said yes and were about to become his wife. You stared at his blue eyes as he told you about it without a word, just with his side smile and the utter devotion he looked at you with.
“Not too late to change your mind” he half-joked, holding your hand.
“Same thing” you whispered back, squeezing it. “You sure about this?”
You were sure, and Jax too, but in your line of life, it was hard to believe when things turned out to be good. He had been your anchor through the years, and having a ring on your finger wouldn’t change it or make it better. It was only another step you were willing to take with him, one of many you had yet to take.
The way Jax stared at you while the priest continued with the ceremony cleared any doubt you had about it.
“I love you, darling” he answered after a moment. “I’m not going anywhere”
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Hi! Glad to see you back! How about Jax Teller having a younger twin sister and what a day is like for them? If you don’t like that one how about Jax as a single dad to a daughter and how he takes care of her hem she is sick
She’s Teething
Jax Teller
As this is a flash fic this hasn’t been edited
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Jax stared at the well stacked shelving units at the grocery store, right now he felt like he was drawing with no life ring to save him. His head was spinning as he bounced his seven month old daughter in his arms, he had tried everything to sooth her cries but nothing was working.
“Come on, babygirl,” he sighed, so close to admitting defeat, he had no clue what he was doing and he hadn’t admitted this to anyone but he was scared, ever since his girl walked out on him leaving him to raise their daughter on his own. “Please, stop crying,” he whispered, holding his hand on her head as he pressed a tender kiss against her skin.
He had no idea what medicine he needed, all he knew was his daughter was burning up and constantly screaming, nothing he did was soothing her.
“She’s teething,” a voice appeared from behind him.
“I’m sorry?” he questioned, spinning on the balls of his feet, cocking a brow at the old lady standing in the aisle.
“Your baby girl, she is teething,” the old woman said softly, pushing past Jax and grabbing, “try rubbing some of this on her gums,” she smiled, passing him a box that contained some sort of gel. Jax smiled gratefully at her, before taking the small box from her. “Also this, and also some of these.”
Jax just let the old woman toss stuff into his basket, he didn’t care how much it cost, all that mattered was that his babygirl wasn’t in any pain. He didn’t care as he tore open the box of teething biscuits, at the end of the day he was going to buy them anyway.
He watched intently as he daughter reached out grabbing the biscuit in her tiny hand, automatically pulling it to her mouth. At that moment Jax thought he had gone deaf as for the first time today she had finally stopped crying. He couldn’t help but let out a large sign of relief.
“Thank you, for everything,” he said softly, smiling at the old woman, “you have been a lifesaver.”
“You are more than welcome, son,” she hummed, resting her hand on his arm. “Your daughter is beautiful and don’t stress too much, you are doing amazing.”
Jax couldn’t find the words so he just smiled gratefully at her, as quick as she appeared she disappeared leaving Jax once again standing alone in the baby medicine aisle. Looking down at his daughter she was happily sucking away at the biscuit in her grasp, Jax didn’t care she was getting his Kutte covered in the food all that mattered was she was happy and content. Leaning down he pressed a kiss against the top of her head before heading to the check out.
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Fall In Love Pt. 2
Happy Lowman x Reader - One Shot
Part 1
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You thought you had everything you wanted. You thought that leaving Happy, that dangerous life, getting the ring you always wanted would bring you such happiness.
But it was a facade.
Not a single thing you thought would bring you joy did. The ring you wore, it was smoke. It was joyful for a moment then it was gone again. Lake Isabella, all those plans with Happy, his dog Opie, all of it wasn’t a thing.
You went with the safe choice and your heart was not fulfilled by it. You craved the tattooed man that brought you peace amidst the violence he lived in.
You had messed up, and you messed up bad.
The old Comet you drove roared to life when you started it. Sure, Joseph wasn’t all that bad but he wasn’t as thrilling as Happy was. He didn’t touch you and give you sparks the way that Happy did. He didn’t say your name and make your heart stammer. It just wasn’t right.
But, you knew what would make it right.
Each gear clicked from Park down to Drive. Highway 178 was begging for you to drive it the fifty-one minutes it would take you to arrive in Bakersfield. The car idled as you stared at the diamond ring before you rolled down your window and tossed it at your own door. It clattered, a discarded relationship you’d just ended.
It was fifty-one minutes of hell, twenty songs and forty-five miles of you going to find Happy in Bako.
The dog announced your presence before you did, standing at the window and barking at your car as you exited it. The bike in his familiar driveway signified he was home and you didn’t bother to knock.
Opie whined at your feet, the bulldog begging to be petted as you crouched down and gave him the loving he asked for.
“What are you doing here?” When you looked up, he was shirtless. His body was a mosaic of art and tattoos as you stared at him. There was a steaming mug of coffee in his hands. He must’ve just woken up.
“I came here for you.”
“Why?”
He was a man of few words. Still was, that would never change.
“Because I owe you an apology.”
“I’m okay.”
“I didn’t ask if you were okay. I came to say I’m sorry.”
“You did.”
“Dammit, Happy.” The words fell out exasperated as you straightened up, while he sipped the mug of coffee. He only grunted in reply. “I made a mistake.”
This caught his attention. He looked at you with a furrow in his brows. Everyone told him that you made a mistake but to hear it come out of your mouth stung.
“I made a mistake and I want you… I want us.”
He was silent as Opie whined at your feet, his whole back end wiggling as he wagged his tail, waiting for more attention.
“Okay.” That was all he said. Just, okay.
“Okay?” You asked softly. That couldn’t be as simple as it was… could it?
“Okay.” He confirmed, behind the mug. That’s when you saw it, a small curl of the corner of his lips. A small, faint smile.
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“Keep smiling at me like that”
Summary - Opie looks back through your relationship, wondering what he could have done to deserve you in his life.
Prompt - “Keep smiling at me like that.”
Pairing - Harry “Opie” Winston x Female Reader
Word Count - 525
Warnings - N/A
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Opie couldn't believe how lucky he had gotten sometimes. After Donna's murder, he couldn't think about being anyone else, then one day you showed up at the shop. Your car needed a lot of work, why you were still driving it baffled Opie, however, a job was a job so he did everything he could to make your car as roadworthy as possible.
Repairing your car took several weeks to do over that time the two of you found yourselves having various conversations. At first, it had been strictly about your car, however as time went on the two of you began to get to know each other on a more personal level.
It was not long before Opie fell hard for you. He had not experienced feelings like this in a long time, and understandably he was terrified of getting hurt. Even thinking about entering a relationship with someone new was terrifying. It was not only himself he had to consider, but it was also his children. A conversation with Jax put things into perspective for him, and after much debate, he finally asked you out.
The first date was followed by date nights, then by days out with the children when Opie finally felt like you weren't about to run for the hills. You were something stable for Opie, a person he could rely on when times got tough. You were everything he could have asked for in another.
"Keep smiling at me like that." Opie had been so consumed by his thoughts he had been oblivious to you entering the laundry room with an arm full of laundry.
"Sorry, Sweetheart, I got caught up in my own head for a second." Placing the basket of laundry of the ground, you instinctively wandered over to him and wrapped your arms around him his torso. Opie instinctively returned the embrace wondering what he could have possibly done to deserve a second chance?
"Everything okay? I presumed you were happy due to the way you were smiling at me when I walked in."
"I was just wondering how I managed to get so lucky with you. Honestly, Sweetheart, after Donna died, I was sceptical for a long time. I wonder if you hadn't walked into the shop that day, what my life would be like now."
"Hey, you don't have to worry about that now. I'm not going anywhere. I promise." Opie knew you were right, still, he couldn't stop his thoughts from running away, from him now and again. Leaning down, Opie brushed his lips against yours softly at first before he turned his head so he could deepen the kiss.
"What do you say we stay in today, just you, me and the kids? We can even order pizza."
"That sounds great, you order the pizza, and I'll grab the snacks and the drinks." Leaving the laundry for another day, you pulled away to get the day started.
"Baby, I love you."
"I love you too, I'll save you a seat since I think you need a cuddle." Opie laughed, maybe you were right, maybe he should focus more on the future rather than the past...
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Happy for 2 and 13. Angst turned fluff. Our Killa doesn't always realize he deserves good things too.
P.S. If you get sick of my asks feel free to tell me to fuck off. I just adore your works and have a serious thing for Happy (and Chibs and Tig, but mostly Hap 😋)
You are speaking the truth! He does not at all and we will fix that one story at a time!
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Over?
Happy had been dreading this conversation all week. Being on a week long run had given him the excuse he needed to put distance between the two of you. Allowed him to rebuild those walls he had been letting your chip away at the last few months. Tonight he was going to destroy the relationship you two had in order to keep you from meeting an early grave.
His lifestyle and past were too dangerous. Demons chased him and he couldn't think of you getting caught by one. His sins were not yours to atone for. The club shit lately was getting darker and darker. The last straw for him was what happened to Tara a couple of weeks ago. He had been haunted by the image of it being you. You in a pool of cold blood with eyes glassy and fixed on nothing. The sound of Juice's voice pulled him from his well of sorrows.
"Hap! Your girls here" called Juice as he saw you walk in. Happy had asked him to keep an eye out for you so that he could do this quick before you got to far into the clubhouse. The smile and wave you shot him was like a punch to the gut as he slammed his beer down and made his way too you. Grabbing your arm roughly he pulled you out the door behind him making you stumble as you tried to keep up.
"Happy? Whats wrong?" you questioned worry obvious in your expression as he turned to you. Happy had to ground himself as his resolve weakened at the concern in your voice. Giving himself a shake mentally he reminded himself this was what was best for you.
"We are over and you're not welcome here anymore" stated Happy firmly his face expressionless. "What? Why?" you struggled to get out as tears spilled down your cheeks. Happy shut his eyes and his voice shook slightly as he spoke again. "I'm not the right man for you. Life I lead isn't built for you and I don't deserve the sunshine that is you. So were done. Leave" replied Happy trying to be harsh at the end.
You were silent for a couple of minutes as you considered how wrong the stoic man in front of you was. Happy readied himself for the swift sting of a slap as he felt your arm move under his loose grip. The softness of your skin as you caressed his cheek had him opening his eyes. "Here I thought you were one of those smart bikers" you murmured as his eyes met yours. "Didn't even check me for a weapon before trying to break my heart" you chided giving him a soft smile.
"I can protect myself" he grunted as he grabbed your hand that was on his cheek. "Please go" he added quietly. "No. I don't accept your break up Happy. You're scared. Shit has been crazy I get it but that doesn't mean you get to push me away. " you stated defiantly eyes ablaze with passion as you spoke.
"I promise you Happy, you are the right man for me. " you added before leaning up on your tip toes to kiss his nose. "I love you. You're perfect in my eyes and need to stop being so damn hard on yourself. Just because you do....questionable things doesn't mean you don't deserve sunshine, rainbows and nose kisses" you soothed as you pulled him into a hug.
Happy sighed as he let you wrap yourself around him. "Guess I'm stuck with you" he rasped knowing you had won. "I can't wait to tell your momma how you tried to dump me when we go over to her house for dinner tomorrow night." you chuckled into his chest. "I'll have to check her for a weapon first" laughed Happy. His momma didn't play when it came to you.
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Imagine Chibs, your ex, seeing you after you moved away 7 years ago because your family didn’t want you having relations with a biker older than you...
'The turning of his head made you feel like your heart was going to fly out of your mouth. He was going to look at you, see you.'
It had been 7 years since you moved away; under your parents rules. They didn't want their 'little girl' being with a biker, never mind one older than you. (Quite a bit older) They thought it would be best for you. But they didn't know you, they just tried to control you. They always had. You were still living with them when you decided to pack a bag and leave to come back to Charming. You were terrified what you were going to be greeted with.
A lot can change in 7 years. What if he is married with kids now? Happier now than when he was with you?
They weren't expecting you - no one knew you were coming back.
You were here. Looking up at the 'Teller Morrow' sign that filled you with so many emotions and memories.
The Sons were scattered around the garage and yard. Some on benches, some under cars. You could see the scot, he was there dragging a cigarette from between his tender lips. His back was facing you but Tig and Jax's weren't.
Jax locks eyes with you. They grew so fucking wide. Nudging Tig. They both stood staring in shock.
"Oh shit." You thought and heard Tig say.
Chibs looked at them, then over his shoulder at you. He was looking at you. The stare you adored 7 years ago and everyday since.
"...im so sorry..." you said in the tiniest, most terrified voice. You dropped your bag and covered your mouth with your hands as you couldn't control your emotions.
Chibs didn't speak. He didn't move. The ash fell from his cigarette.
A few moments later. He spoke, "What the fuck?".
You had never been so scared in your life than you were right now in this moment.
He stood from the bench, he looked just like the day he did when you left. His features were perfect. You missed him so fucking much. His eyes filled with questions.
"Y/N, what the fuck do you want? Where the fuck did you go? Why did you leave me?"
"It wasn't my choice, they made me." you quickly spat out.
Instantly, you burst into tears. "Honestly Chibs, you have to believe I never wanted to hurt you! "
"I need a bit more than that lass. One day 7 years ago you just up and leave out of my life - when you were my everything. You ripped my heart out Y/N...." tears ran down his face.
Raising your hands to wipe them away from him, you stopped yourself remembering he wasn't yours to touch now. This was killing you.
Your words stumbled as you cried hard. But you carried on...
"I tried to leave and come back sooner but my parents.. they didn't approve of us which, you knew. You also know how insane they are. So, they went to the extreme length of taking me across the country one day without my knowledge, rid of my phone and the rest. I was so scared for years. Now I've up and left - please.. please try and understand. I've thought about you everyday since I left. Chibs - I love you. Sorry if it seems too soon but nothings changed for me. I don't know if you've moved on which is understandable."
He blinked. Tears drying on his face.
"Moved on?" he scoffed.
"I don't think you can move on from the love of your life."
"Also, you might want to give your parents a bit more credit. You all managed to disappear off the face of the earth. I tried to track you down for such a long time. Everyone helped to find you. The day we finally decided to stop looking, my world shattered. My fears had come true - you had been taken away from me. I want nothing more than to bring you into my arms and cherish every inch of you. But I am absolutely terrified if I do, you could leave.
I CANNOT do that AGAIN!"
You both pause looking into one another's eyes. You never thought this would happen again, honestly.
"Filip Telford, I am going nowhere, apart from with you if you'll take me..." you maintained his eye contact - proving you were certain.
Still scared you watched as Chibs began to speak again.
"fuck, I've missed you lass."
You run into his arms hugging him so tightly wanting to never let him go.
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Fire - A Happy Lowman/Reader One Shot Story.
I’m on a SAMCRO smut roll today, besties! @withmyteeth and @vulgar-display-of-escapism I have no idea what your feelings are towards Hap, but I thought it’d be worth dropping y’all a tag!
Words - 1,169
Warnings - Smut below the cut! Minors DNI!
“What are you biting back a grin about over there?” you ask your boyfriend, Happy peeling bananas and putting them into the blender.
“I wasn’t biting it back.” The sides of his mouth grow wide, his chuckle rumbling from deep in his broad chest. “Penitentiary sweats.”
You huff, folding your arms. “So, they’re orange! Big deal!”
“Look like you’re doing five to ten.”
“Happy!”
He hugs his sides while laughing, loving that you’re so easy to tease over what he feels are questionable choices of clothing. He adds milk and protein power to the concoction in the blender, putting the lid on and blitzing it, still grinning.
“If you hate them so much, then why don’t you come and take them off, hmm?”
He eyes you with immediate interest, pressing the button to cease the blenders whirl, strolling across the kitchen and clutching your waist, lifting you onto the counter. He smacks your hip, lifting his chin to you. “Ass up, baby girl.” Pushing your hands down, you raise yourself enough for his tug to slide your sweats off, a single eyebrow arching when he sees that while you bothered with a bra, the same cannot be said for underwear. “Mmm.”
A large, ring adorned hand presses you flat atop the counter, hands pulling your thighs apart, his mouth ghosting yours for a second before he kisses you with blazing heat, all predatory hunger. His lips slip down, over your neck, his fingers flicking your bra undone, licks laid over each nipple, biting those stiffened buds with an aroused growl, a coil of pleasure tugging at your insides.
Ebullience begins to skitter through you just from his tongue circling your navel, Happy wasting absolutely no time in sinking down lower to exactly where he craves to be. He can tease you mercilessly another time, perhaps when he isn’t so hungry to eat you alive.
When his tongue meets your already glistening folds, your hips roll up from the counter, legs quaking as he catches your clit in a long, flat lick, the tip of his tongue tickling your entrance before it slowly drags against you. Another lick follows, just as firm, his groan at how beautiful you taste filling the air, sharp citrus flooding his tongue and senses.
His hands clutch your hips as you shake violently, your soft gasps making his arousal soar. He’s barely even begun and already, you’re a mess against his mouth. “God fucking damnit, I love eating this pretty little pussy, babe.”
“And you’re the fucking best ever at doing it, too, big man.” You purr, fingers grazing his head, panting hard, the coarseness of his stubble prickling your folds as he sucks your cunt, devouring you with his mouth as he moans, deep, rumbling groans of a man out of his mind with lust.
What his mouth evokes draws all manner of noises from you, your sweet little gasps of pleasure making his arousal rage as he feels your clit hardening against his tongue, circling it slowly as he opens his eyes to watch you writhing on the counter.
“You enjoying yourself, gorgeous?” he asks as he pauses, kissing his way up your thigh.
“Don’t you dare stop!” Your demands are met by a deep chuckle.
“Nah, won‘t be doing that.” He watches your cunt gently spasm, not able to resist pushing his middle finger within, curling it around and coaxing a deep groan from your throat. “You’ll have to beg me to stop.” His mouth reconnects with your velvet wetness, his finger still working your walls as he slides a second in to accompany it, your slick arousal bathing his tongue as he moves it in a quicker beat over your sensitive little bud.
He then alternates by sucking at you hungrily, his cheeks hollowing as he works his fingers faster, your teeth gritting, your body tensing. Your clit is once again bathed in the wet heat of incessant, quickly licked circles, his fingers gliding in and out of you with ease, getting you so wet that your dew trickles down the back of his hand. That in itself has his cock twitching wildly, dying to be within you.
He eats you fervently, greedily consuming your pussy as you quiver against him, feeling yourself begin to come undone, his fingers driving into you hard as his tongue flicks against your clit with a fast, unyielding beat, your groin tingling as rigidity claims you and you cum suddenly with a series of little cries.
The abyss of pleasure he chases you into with his mouth is still tingling as he straightens up, yanking you to the edge of the counter, undoing his jeans and pushing them and his boxers down to pool at his ankles, the thick head of his weeping cock nudging at your slick folds, his tongue dancing with yours as a simple push has him parting your walls. God, he’s so damned big. It knocks the breath from you every time.
You share passionate, syrupy kisses as he bottoms out, your soft, sweet moan meeting a groan so barbarous and deep, Happy clutching your thighs as he shivers at the feeling of your nails trailing sumptuously over his neck. He’s heavy within you, dragging your walls as you wrap your legs around his waist and feel him sink within you fully.
He fills you completely, your cunt at complete capacity with him. “Damn baby, you’re so fucking wet.” He groans, thrusting into you a little more voraciously. Your wails fill the air, completely drowning in him, your body moving against his in perfect sync as he begins to pound you hard, the heat between you both sparking wildly as he drives into you with wanton force.
Moans of pure fervid lust begin to pour from your mouths, muffling each other with feverish kisses as the euphoric rush grows more intense with every thrust. He hits you at every angle, every depth, his mouth at your neck as his hands cup your breasts, pawing you hungrily.
Perspiration starts to bead over your skin, Happy pounding your pussy with merciless delivery before suddenly lifting you off the counter, your legs clinging on around his waist, grasping your butt and bouncing you upon his cock as you groan and kiss, nothing but pure wildfire blazing between you.
“So goddamn gorgeous, with the most perfect ass in the fucking world. Mmmm, baby doll. Fuck, you feel good.” He grits, spanking you hard a few times, making you squeal.
His arms lock around you as you begin grinding down on him hard, your culmination surging, rushing, like a wave about to crash against a cliff, everything fervid and urgent until… bliss. Supreme bliss as you shatter completely just before him, white hot fury pulsing through you, both spent and breathless in the aftermath.
“See? My sweats can’t be that bad, if that’s what they provoke.” He rumbles a laugh, seating you back on the counter.
“They’re fucking awful, but you? You know you’re fire, babe.”
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His Best Friend's Sister
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[description]: jax teller x fem!reader
[wordcount]: 2.2k
[summary]: as Opie’s little sister, you never really had a chance with Jax. but with a plan to make him jealous one night at Diosa, you're hoping you can change all of that.
[cw]: 18+, flirting, slight angst, smut, younger reader (just out of college), pet names, oral f receiving, choking, biting, mildly rough sex, spelling/grammar errors throughout
[an]: this is based off of this request (thank you!) - it took so long to finish as i was struggling to write for awhile. it’s not as rough smut wise as it could’ve been but for my first one in a few months it could’ve been worse. anyways now it’s complete i think it may be one of my favourite things i’ve wrote for jax! hope you enjoy. requests are always welcomed - they really help me gain some confidence in my writing. if you’d like to be tagged in future works please lmk :)
“Are you sure you’re okay with this, brother?”
Jax was perched against the door of the men’s bathroom in Diosa.
“If my sister’s going to be with any outlaw, I guess it’s better off being my best friend.”
Jax was amused at this, smirking as he pushed Opie in the shoulder. “As far as outlaws I’d say I’m a pretty big catch.”
Opie scoffed while he zipped up his jeans, “Just don’t break her heart, or I’ll have to break your jaw.” Jax grinned at his best friend, “fair enough.”
You’d known Jax since you were both little kids, and between him and Opie, you always felt like just the pestering little sister, even if you were only two years younger than them. Once you’d graduated college and moved back to Charming, you’d realised just how much you liked Jax. He wasn’t like any guy you’d met at college, and you were crushing.. hard. It had been weeks of playing it cool, and you were done with the act. Tonight you had put on your best dress for Chib’s birthday party at Diosa, and you were going to make Jax see you weren’t just Opie’s annoying little sister anymore.
He walked in from the back rooms with Opie, laughing and running his hands through his hair, rings on every other finger. There was just something about Jax. You pretended you didn’t see him, but any chick with eyes would’ve looked. Melissa, one of the Diosa girls that you’d recently become friends with, had noticed him arrive too.
“Well if your plan doesn’t work in that dress, you got no chance.”
You’d wore the sexiest dress you had, a black short formed velvet dress with tiny straps and the tightest push up bra you could find.
“It’s not like it’s the first time I’ve worn a dress in front of him. He probably won’t notice me at all.”
Nonetheless, you did what you could to catch his eye. You shimmied on your seat towards the bar to make sure Jax could see you, and maybe he could catch a glimpse of your best assets flaunting with the help of your bra. You glanced over at him, wishing he’d glance back so you could lock eyes, yet he was clearly preoccupied by the heated discussion Tig and Bobby were having.
Melissa sighed, “we gotta go for plan B.”
You had no clue what she meant. “Hey Lucas, get over here.” You shifted your view from Jax to her, shocked by whatever she was conjuring up.
“What the fuck are you doing Melissa?”
“You want Jax to notice you?”
“By talking to a prospect?”
“Just shut up and do what I say.” If she wasn’t your closest friend here, you would’ve punched her. Lucas had only been a prospect with the club for a few months, he was shy and in your opinion, a little too innocent looking to be an outlaw. He stood beside your table, unsure what it was he was there for.
“Hey ladies. What can I do for ya?”
“Why don’t you sit down? We don’t bite.” Poor Lucas was melting at the flirty smile Melissa flashed his way. He shrugged and wedged himself on the empty chair placed at the edge of the table, right beside you. You almost felt bad for him.
Almost. Because it was that very moment that you glanced at Jax, and realised he was looking over now, directly at you, smiling while sipping his beer. Your heart started to race.
“What do you think of y/n’s dress?” She must’ve really wanted you to punch her. How the fuck was this going to get you Jax? Lucas pulled at the collar of his shirt, clearly wary that whatever the answer, he was in for it.
“It’s smokin’. Is that all you called me over here for?” Melissa nudged you on the side, pushing you closer to Lucas. “We just thought you may wanna get to know y/n a little better. Seeming as you’re new to the club and all.” You weren’t sure if Lucas looked delighted at the attention or like he wanted to run for the hills.
Melissa whispered in your ear, “It’s working.”
You looked over your shoulder back to the bar, and she was right, Jax hadn’t taken his eyes off you. You decided to play into it a little more. “Hey Lucas, did you know there’s a room out the back that is completely sound proofed?” Melissa gawked at your blunt question. Okay, maybe that was too far. “Umm.. no...” You leaned into him, placing your hand on his leg. “Yep, wanna see?” Lucas gulped and stood up. “Sure, why not.” You smiled at him and held your hand out for him to take, and you both headed towards the back rooms. You didn’t so much as peak at Melissa, but you did look at Jax. He was still watching, as you left the lobby, hand in hand with Lucas.
“This is the room. Pretty cool, huh?” You walked along the velvet wall frame, covered in grey foam squares. The room was large and full of red silk and tapestry. Lucas trailed behind you, closing the door as he followed. “Why would there be sound proofing at a massage parlour?” You laughed, the poor kid really was as naive as he was innocent. “This isn’t a massage parlour, silly.” You were about to explain, until there was a loud knock at the door. Before anyone could answer it, Jax walked in. “Club business out back, prospect. Tig’s looking for you.” Lucas practically ran, nodding at Jax as he left, slamming the door behind him.
And just like that, you were alone. With Jax. For the first time. Ever.
“Hi, Jax.” was all you could get out.
“Hey there, darlin.”
“Club business? Now?” You sat down on the edge of the bed, brutally aware of how high the skin on your thighs were now exposed from the already too short dress. Jax ignored your question as he sat down right next to you, twirling a lighter in his hands. “What exactly were you doing in here with the prospect?” You couldn’t lie to Jax, you were smart enough to know he’d see right through it. You also couldn’t tell him how you’d used the poor innocent soul to make him jealous either. “He wanted to see the room. I was being courteous.” Jax couldn’t contain the laughter now, “Courteous? He looked like his face was gonna melt off.”
Jax stood up and leaned back on his heels, plainly drinking you in with his eyes.
“Were you always this hot?”
Your heart started to race again, crimson filled your cheeks, but you knew you had to play it cool. You narrowed your eyes at him, “Is that supposed to be a compliment?”
Jax smiled back at you. “I never really noticed before. Being Ope’s sister kinda means you’re off limits.” Great. Still in little sister territory. “Then why are you here?”
He was walking to the other side of the room before he sat on the love seat in the far corner. “I wanted to check out the sound proofing.” He was highly amused.
“Very funny.” You figured he was just fucking with you, so you got up from the bed, heading for the door.
“Wait, don’t go.” Jax rushed to stand inbetween you and the doorway, blocking your exit. “I’m only messing with you babe. I’m here cos I couldn’t let Lucas have the hottest girl in Charming.”
“What’s it to you if I’m ‘off limits’..”
The gap between you and Jax was slimming so much you were sure he could hear your heart pounding through your chest. “Play it cool, play it cool” was all you kept repeating to yourself.
“That was before I told Ope I want you to be my old lady. And before I saw you seducing the prospects-“, Jax closed what space was remaining between you, “but I guess if you’d rather have a prospect I could leave you lovebirds to it..”
You shook your head. “Lucas is cute and all but you’re pretty alright too.” Jax leaned into you smiling, turning his back from the door. You moved with him, until you were the one with your back against the door, and Jax so close you could feel his chest moving with each breath. “I definitley don’t want to share you with Lucas.” He was so matter of fact. His nose was touching yours, your body’s morphing into one from the closeness. Fuck.
“Then make me all yours.”
Jax pulled his weight into you, pressing you firmly against the door. You grabbed his cut and pulled him tighter, if that were even possible, securing every inch of your body against his. You wrapped your hands into his blonde hair, tugging at the strands, before pulling your mouth to his. You had to stretch on your toes to reach him, using his hair to bring him closer to your level. He kissed you back with intent, his breath warm and smelling of cigarettes and beer, and you couldn’t get enough. Moans escaped between your lips as his hands travelled all over your dress, pushing you even further into the door so you could feel his hard on rubbing against you.
He pulled your hands from his hair, pinning them above your head to the door. He secured you there with one hand, and used his other to trail his fingers down your chest and stomach, pulling the fabric of your dress higher and higher. He kept his hand against your thigh, gnawing at the skin between your legs, all while kissing your neck as he moved towards your ear. “I like you like this”, he whispered. You groaned at the sound of his praise. This all just felt too good to be true.
He tugged the skin of your thighs tighter and the sensation sent tingles through your core, like a fire was burning in your hips towards your mound. It was all too much. “Holy shit, Jax. Just fuck me already.”
He giggled into your neck and suddenly your hands were released, with your feet lifted off the ground as Jax threw you on the bed. He was standing over you, pulling the buckle from his belt in his jeans. “Mmmm.. well maybe I like you like this better. Take off those panties.” You did as he said, knowing you would follow every instruction he ever gave you without a second thought. You wiggled out of your laced briefs while you lay there, before balling them up and throwing them at him. Jax caught them with one hand, and put them in his back pocket before pulling his jeans off. “What about my dress?” you asked playfully. He knelt down beside the bed, extending his hands to feel you under the dress that was now barely clinging to your body, before sliding them down to your legs and spreading them wide. “Stay just like that.”
He pulled at your hips and slid your body down the length of the bed until you were just hanging off the edge. You whimpered at the touch of his tongue to your soaking pussy. Jax was lapping up every inch of you, and you could feel the pressure mounting between your legs in response. “Jax- fuck- please.” It was all too much. The kneading of your thighs beneath his fingers as he pulled you further into his mouth, his tongue circling and sucking and pulling your clit over and over and over and over. You were almost at the brink of relief when Jax pulled away, smirking at you from the bedside. “Ever since I saw you in that dress I wanted to have my head under it.” He hovered over you, licking his lips before planting them on yours, making you taste every drip of your drenched pussy. You couldn’t take much more.
“Don’t make me beg, Jax.” You could barely get the words out between the gasps of air and his relentless tongue encapsulating yours.
“You don’t have to beg darling’, I’m going to take you so fucking bad.”
Jax pulled his cock from his briefs and slid into you before you could even respond, pounding his length into you while pressing your neck with his hand, choking you into the bed. “Fuck- you’re- so- big.” Your eyes rolled in the back of your head at the fullness inside of you. You wrapped your hands around his arm securing his to your neck, craving more. He pushed his thumb into your mouth, holding it open as he repeatedly thrusted into you. “Show me what your mouth can do, baby.” You did as he said, sucking and caressing his thumb with your tongue as he lifted your legs from the bed, pulling him deeper inside you. You whimpered and bit on his thumb to stop the noises pouring from your throat, before he removed his hand from your neck. He leant down into you, kissing you while fucking you, pulling your dress to expose your breasts.
“Don’t need to be quiet in a sound proofed room babe. I want to hear you.” His words took you over the edge, and you came together simultaneously. Jax collapsed to your side.
“Holy fuck, Jax.” You couldn’t get anymore words out. He grinned at you as you giggled, embarrassed at your lack of words.
Jax kissed you before grabbing your ass and pulling you closer to him.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.”
Your cheeks at this point must’ve been the furthest shade of red imaginable. “I’m pretty sure this isn’t real.”
“Better believe it babe. And I’m not even done with you yet.”
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Date night gone wrong - Jax Teller
Whaaaaat? Is it really me here, after a more than a year hiding in the dark? I don’t know, not sure I’m not hallucinating yet. Please forgive this shitty one-shot and my abscence, it’s been a... year. Like, a changing year for me. So excuse me while I drop this fic here and try to be as active as I can from now on.
Plot: Jax is stabbed and you have to stitch him up.
Rain rattled on the roof like a million needles, making it impossible to hear your own heart. If you could, you guessed it would be concerning. Not the type of heartbeat a healthy person had, but more like a person on the verge of a panic attack. Every breath you took was harder than the last one, and your hands shook so bad it took you at least ten attempts to thread the needle.
“Y/N” he whispered; his hand warm against yours. “You need to relax. It’s fine. We’re fine”
Jax had been saying that since you found you made it to the garage, and then to his room. He had probably been saying it since it happened, but the rain felt like a gunfire, and you weren’t sure how long had it been. You were already in a familiar place, with the United States of America’s flag behind you, and the cigarette-stained sheets in the corner.
It didn’t matter how many times he said it, or how many times you nodded. It wasn’t fine.
“I’m trying” you chocked down, another round of tears dangerously close. “I’m trying, Jax. But – but I’ve never done this, and you’re bleeding a lot, and I don’t – what if I hurt you? What if –?”
“You can do it, you’ve done it before. It’s not too deep, just a few stiches. You’ve done it –“
“Yeah, but never on you!” you finally met his eyes, kind and soft, and he smiled.
His hand was warm, which meant he was still alive and it wasn’t too bad, and you tried to focus on that. Because you had done it before and, objectively, it was not a deep wound. Just a gash that needed stiches, which you had to do. Other members of the club had been stabbed, even shot, before, and you had stitched them up together. A few rooms from that one, you could have already knitted a sweater with all the thread from giving stitches.
But he had been stabbed right in front you. As you left the dinner, holding hands and looking at each other. He had been stabbed in the gut and was bleeding all over the nice, clean sheets, over your beautiful summer dress. He was bleeding too much blood.
“Then pretend I’m someone else. But you’ve to do it, darling” he said. Jax was talking calmly, never loosing the smile, but you could see the beads of sweat on his forehead. “I trust you”
“I know”
You took a deep breath and put your hand close to his wound. His traveled to your hair and shoulder, giving you a soft squeeze. He was laying down on his bed, and you were kneeling on the floor, your face close to his side. From up close, his wound looked bad, but you had seen worse. You were used to it, you thought you were.
But one thing was seeing Chibs or Oppie, and other thing was him. Your friend, your support. Your boyfriend, your old man. Your Jax.
“I’m gonna start now” you announced, putting the needle on the position. “You sure you don’t wanna bit something?”
“And miss a chance to impress a pretty girl like you?”
He made you smile and, while he was distracted, you started with the first stitch. It was always the hardest. Jax squeezed his eyes shut and grunted. His body moved, but you were ready, so you held him down and kept going.
Rain kept falling and it was soothing, because you were sure you couldn’t have endured his screams. There were no sedatives or pain medication, because you hadn’t need them for a while. Now, you wished you had been more cautious.
“Hold on. Just a little longer, hold on” you told him, not sure he was even listening. “You’re doing great. A little longer, love. You’re doing great”
You repeated that mantra as, one by one, you started to close stitches across his wound. Once you started, it was easy to continue. You just had to tell yourself a couple of times that the chest you were holding down didn’t belong to Jax, that his voice was just another one, and that the blood that covered you didn’t matter.
It worked, but it didn’t stop the tears from running down your cheeks. Every now and then, Jax would notice and try to reassure you, before another scream left his lips. You knew it was better to just get it done, so you tried to be as quick as possible as you remembered the previous hours.
After a lovely dinner in a new restaurant in Charming, Jax had taken you for a walk. It was hot and you decided to walk back home, only for being stopped a few minutes later in a lonely street. What seemed like a robbery quickly turned wrong, since Jax too out his gun and stabbed in the side before the attacker ran away with your purse.
Jax hadn’t noticed your purse was missing, you were sure; because if he had, he wouldn’t be here voluntarily.
“Almost finished” you whispered eventually. You put the needle away and started cleaning the remaining blood. “You with me?”
“Mostly” he replied with a hoarse voice. “Too soon to ask for a second date?”
“You’re an idiot” you scoffed. “Don’t move, I need to bandage that”
He didn’t answer, just closed his eyes. Once you were finished, with the stained towels on the bin and cleaning bandaged on his sides, you moved to the head of the bed and sat down close to him. Finally, he had a peaceful expression, and your heartbeat started following a normal rhythm.
You always marveled at how beautiful his face was. As kids, he was always the pretty boy at school, and once the girls started getting interested in him, you tried to put some distance. Maybe it was because, as teenagers, you didn’t have the emotional capacity to admit you liked him, or maybe it was the fact that he didn’t turn any of that attention away. It only lasted a couple of years, and then you went back to being friends. Shortly after that, you shared your first kiss in Gemma’s office.
Now, as his official old lady, you could stare at that beautiful face as long as you wanted.
“You’re being creepy” he opened an eye, and gave you a tired smile. “But since you’re pretty, I guess I can let you inside my bed”
“I didn’t expect less, considering I saved your life”
You didn’t wait for another invitation. Just as he moved an arm, you crawled against his good side and pressed a kiss to his face. The stubble ticked your lips, and his hand, always ready, sneaked around your waist to reach lower parts of your body.
“You’re not getting anything but rest, love. Doctor’s orders”
“And here I thought I made a good first-date impression” he complained.
Still, a few minutes later, his chest started moving slower until he fell asleep, with you in his arms. Maybe the next day, you could worry about many other things. You would have to tell him about your purse and he would have to talk to the club so they can find the attacker. The peaceful bubble you had been living in lately would be busted, because you doubted it was just a robbery.
But for that night, you could just admire his beautiful face and enjoy the feeling of his warm body wrapped around you.
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Sons of Anarchy/Mayans MC Masterlist
Old Masterlist
Jax Teller
Tig Trager
Opie Winston
Chibs Telford
Juice Ortiz
Happy Lowman
Ezekiel
Angel
Coco
Bishop
Hank "Tranq"
Marcus Alvarez
Gilly
Creeper
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Friends
Filip “Chibs” Telford x Reader - One Shot
Gif does not belong to me.
Moved from @spacedbrainnn .
Little Clay.
That’s what they called you, Little Clay. You were the daughter of Teller and Morrow, Jax’s half sister who was untouchable. You were a princess, the pride and joy of Gemma and Clay, and everyone knew not to flirt with you, unless they planned to be intimidated.
And threatened.
That’s why you’d been talking to Chibs. Late night drinks here, a smile there, a wink thrown in the mix and you found yourself festering with feelings for the man twice your age.
But, you couldn’t care less.
You’d never talked about anything exclusive. There were never any lines drawn, anything. So when you saw him with a Crow Eater hanging around his hips, you couldn’t be jealous.
But, everyone else saw it plain as day.
“Oh come on, Clay Jr.” Tig was dancing on your last nerve while you were attempting to finish up an audit for the garage. You sat in Jax’s mechanic shirt while you wrote on a clipboard and typed on your calculator. “Give me one chance.”
“I’m not in the mood, Tiggy.”
“Why do you gotta give me such a hard time?”
“Because I’m a giver. It’s what I do.”
“But one chance. Let me take you out on the dance floor. We can even dance around the shop.”
“I’ve got two left feet.”
“Please—”
“Alexander Trager.” You spat the words colder than you intended and he feigned offense.
“What? Can’t stand to see Scottie have another woman—”
“What about Scottie?” The thick accent boomed throughout the garage as his boots preceded him. You looked up and tried not to show that your heart was pattering for him.
“Nothing. Just talking.” Tig smirked knowingly as he backed up and walked off, a toothpick in his lips as he exited. You looked down at your paper and tried to force yourself to get back to work.
“Lass? He givin’ ye a hard time?” His accent was undeniably bouncing around in your head while you tried to focus, unsuccessfully, due to his intense stare.
“No more than usual.” You replied to him as your pen marked against the paper, before you looked at the calculator.
“Ye sure?”
“I’m sure.” You didn’t give him that pretty smile you normally did. Hell, you didn’t even hardly look at him.
“What’s the matter, sweetheart?”
“Nothing.”
“Ye can’t lie ta me like that.”
“I’m not lying.”
It was becoming a war of who was more stubborn, who would outlast. He gave a sigh before you heard the flick of the lighter, then cigarette smoke filled the air and you felt the scent of tobacco wash over you.
“Ye can’t lie ta me.”
“I’m not lying, Chibs.”
That’s when he knew. He was always Filip to you. Always.
“Tell me what’s eatin’ that pretty li’l head up.”
Sighing, exasperated, you gave up. Dropping your pen down, you stared up at him as it clattered and rolled off the desk.
“What are we?”
“Whataya mean?”
“I mean, what the hell are we? You can’t tell me we’re just friends. You can’t tell me that we haven’t been shamelessly flirting, dancing around the idea that we’re not something. It doesn’t make any sense.”
Your eyes searched his dark ones as he sighed, before he took another drag of the cigarette.
“Lassie, ye’re…”
“Half your age. I know. I don’t care. What are we?”
“What do ye want us to be?”
“More than this. I want you to not have fucking women—”
You were cut off by his little smirk. “Is that what this is about? The women?”
“Shut up.”
His smirk widened before he leaned forward and pressed a kiss to your forehead. “I’m yers, sweetheart. I’m yers.”
— end —
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Requests are currently OPEN
★ When you approach Bobby with the idea, he's taken back by the idea at first. It's not that you want to get a tattoo because who is Bobby to judge. It's the level of trust you have in him to design something that would go on your body for the rest of your life.
★ However, Bobby does accept this request. and he gets to work immediately. He wants this to be the best thing he's ever done. He's ready to research and to imagine what would compliment your perfect body.
★ For weeks, Bobby is seen with a little notebook with various pieces of paper hanging out of it. He'll never let anyone look inside of it, not even you. He really wants it to be a surprise and a good one (hopefully)
★ Inside the notebook are pictures of you, various notes of all the things you like, and things Bobby loves about you. These pictures of things he's seen that he thinks might work. However Bobby refuses to put all of his eggs in one basket, just yet.
★ You catch Bobby staring at you more frequently as if he's attempting to create his next art piece. It's never weird as he'll sometimes realise what he's doing and send you a smile or a cheeky grin.
★ Bobby has never spent so much time on Goggle before in his life. Researching already existing tattoo designs, and pictures of aspects he's considering or like.
★ He smiled whenever he catches you attempting to get a glimpse of what he's up to, he tells you that everything will be worth the wait, but you need to be a little more patient.
★ Bobby has various sketches and doddles of what he wants the tattoo to look like and various places where he wants to put it.
★ He will ask some of the son's opinions but only those who will give serious answers only. Like Jax, Juice, and Opie. Certainly not Tig because sometimes no one knows where that man's mind is.
★ Once Bobby has made his mind up, he gets a professional tattoo artist to draw up his design properly. This gives Bobby the first clarification that this is the design he wants you to have.
★ When he presents you with the tattoo, Bobby is super nervous because he's nervous that you are going to hate it, but the second your eyes light up he knows he's made the right call. He's proud of himself to know his ideas made you this happy.
★When you go ahead and get the tattoo. Bobby goes with you. He sits and talks with you while his ideas are being tattooed. Once you see the ink on your skin for the first time, you fall in and look with it even more. Bobby's design becomes one of your favourites, if not your favourite tattoo.
Requests are Open
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Hello Hello! I’m new around these parts. I may start to write some things soon. If i do, at the moment it will be SOA only. So if any one has any requests or ideas. Feel free to message me.
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Ravennas Randoms Tig #1
"If it isnt my favorite body snatcher" called Tig as he spotted Jax's younger sister behind the bar at the clubhouse. The younger Teller rolled her eyes at him. He was always giving her a hard time for choosing to work in a morgue.
"Think you could get me a cold one?" he asked as he took a seat on one of the stools. "What kind?" asked the younger Teller. "Like freshly cold, luke warm, multi colored, bedazzled? Oh! I know how about I get you one that has some little maggots in it, i bet a freak like you would love the feel of that." continued the girl as she locked eyes with him. Hoping this time he would get her point to stop asking for body parts.
Tig sat in stunned silence for a few moments. "I meant a beer hun, not a deceased pussy" he stated trying not to laugh.
"Oh....of course....my bad" stated the girl as she grabbed a beer from the fridge and handed it to him.
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